<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Idleness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O idleness, too fond of me,<br>Begone, I know and hate thee!<br>Nothing canst thou of pleasure see<br>In one that so doth rate thee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For empty are both mind and heart<br>While thou with me dost linger;<br>More profit would to thee impart<br>A babe that sucks its finger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know thou hast a better way<br>To spend these hours thou squand'rest;<br>Some lad toils in the trough to-day<br>Who groans because thou wand'rest;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bleating sheep he dowses now<br>Or wrestles with ram's terror;<br>Ah, 'mid the washing's hubbub, how<br>His sighs reproach thine error!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows and loves thee, Idleness;<br>For when his sheep are browsing,<br>His open eyes enchant and bless<br>A mind divinely drowsing;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No slave to sleep, he wills and sees<br>From hill-lawns the brown tillage;<br>Green winding lanes and clumps of trees,<br>Far town or nearer village,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea itself; the fishing feet<br>Where more, thine idle lovers,<br>Heark'ning to sea-mews find thee sweet<br>Like him who hears the plovers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Begone; those haul their ropes at sea,<br>These plunge sheep in yon river:<br>Free, free from toil thy friends, and me<br>From Idleness deliver!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Sturge+Moore">Thomas Sturge Moore</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=530255" data-title="Idleness de Thomas Sturge Moore" data-description="O idleness, too fond of me, Begone, I know and hate thee! Nothing canst thou of pleasure see In one that so doth rate thee; For empty are both mind and heart While thou with me dost linger; More profit would to thee impart A babe that sucks its f..."></div> </div> </div>

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