<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaints Of The Poor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wherefore do the Poor complain?<br>The rich man asked of me,--<br>Come walk abroad with me, I said<br>And I will answer thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas evening and the frozen streets<br>Were cheerless to behold,<br>And we were wrapt and coated well,<br>And yet we were a-cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met an old bare-headed man,<br>His locks were few and white,<br>I ask'd him what he did abroad<br>In that cold winter's night:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas bitter keen indeed, he said,<br>But at home no fire had he,<br>And therefore, he had come abroad<br>To ask for charity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met a young bare-footed child,<br>And she begg'd loud and bold,<br>I ask'd her what she did abroad<br>When the wind it blew so cold;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said her father was at home<br>And he lay sick a-bed,<br>And therefore was it she was sent<br>Abroad to beg for bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We saw a woman sitting down<br>Upon a stone to rest,<br>She had a baby at her back<br>And another at her breast;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask'd her why she loiter'd there<br>When the wind it was so chill;<br>She turn'd her head and bade the child<br>That scream'd behind be still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told us that her husband served<br>A soldier, far away,<br>And therefore to her parish she<br>Was begging back her way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met a girl; her dress was loose<br>And sunken was her eye,<br>Who with the wanton's hollow voice<br>Address'd the passers by;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask'd her what there was in guilt<br>That could her heart allure<br>To shame, disease, and late remorse?<br>She answer'd, she was poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turn'd me to the rich man then<br>For silently stood he,<br>You ask'd me why the Poor complain,<br>And these have answer'd thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508098" data-title="The Complaints Of The Poor de Robert Southey" data-description="And wherefore do the Poor complain? The rich man asked of me,-- Come walk abroad with me, I said And I will answer thee. Twas evening and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold, And we were wrapt and coated well, And yet we were a-cold. We ..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black