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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sun Was Slumbering in the West</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun was slumbering in the West, <br>My daily labors past; <br>On Anna's soft and gentle breast <br>My head reclined at last; <br>The darkness closed around, so dear <br>To fond congenial souls, <br>And thus she murmur'd at my ear, <br>"My love, we're out of coals! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"That Mister Bond has call'd again, <br>Insisting on his rent; <br>And all the Todds are coming up <br>To see us, out of Kent -- <br>I quite forgot to tell you John <br>Has had a tipsy fall -- <br>I'm sure there's something going on <br>WIth that vile Mary Hall! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Miss Bell has bought the sweetest silk, <br>And I have bought the rest -- <br>Of course, if we go out of town, <br>Southend will be the best. <br>I really think the Jones's house <br>Would be the thing for us; <br>I think I told you Mrs. Pope <br>Had parted with her hus -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Cook , by the way, came up today, <br>To bid me suit myself -- <br>And what d'ye think? The rats have gnaw'd <br>The victuals on the shelf, <br>And, lord! there's such a letter come, <br>Inviting you to fight! <br>Of course you don't intend to go -- <br>God bless you, dear, good night!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</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=529823" data-title="The Sun Was Slumbering in the West de Thomas Hood" data-description="The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined at last; The darkness closed around, so dear To fond congenial souls, And thus she murmur'd at my ear, "My love, we're out of c..."></div> </div> </div>
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