<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Room Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though elegance I ill afford,<br>My living-room is green and gold;<br>The former tenant was a lord<br>Who died of drinking, I am told.<br>I fancy he was rather bored;<br>I don't think he was over old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And where on books I dully browse,<br>And gaze in rapture at the sea,<br>My predecessor world carouse<br>In lavish infidelity<br>With ladies amoral as cows;<br>But interesting, you'll agree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm dull as water in a ditch,<br>Making these silly bits of rhyme;<br>My Lord, I'm told, was passing rich<br>And must have has a lovely time;<br>With champagne and a pretty bitch<br>No need to heed the church-bell chime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My living-room is marble floored,<br>And on its ceiling cherubs play;<br>But like my lord I'm often bored<br>And put my sullen books away;<br>And though my people say I snored,<br>I dream of indiscretions gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often in the niggard night,<br>When sweet sleep I fail to drown,<br>I seem to see that noble sprite<br>In monocle and dressing-gown:<br>A glass of brandy to the light<br>He holds and winks and drinks it down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When life's so beautifully planned,<br>Dear reader, can you understand<br>Why men should die be their own hand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508621" data-title="Room Ghost de Robert William Service" data-description="Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of drinking, I am told. I fancy he was rather bored; I don't think he was over old. And where on books I dully browse, And gaze in rapture at th..."></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