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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The People</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'WHAT have I earned for all that work,' I said,<br>'For all that I have done at my own charge?<br>The daily spite of this unmannerly town,<br>Where who has served the most is most defaned,<br>The reputation of his lifetime lost<br>Between the night and morning. I might have lived,<br>And you know well how great the longing has been,<br>Where every day my footfall Should have lit<br>In the green shadow of Ferrara wall;<br>Or climbed among the images of the past --<br>The unperturbed and courtly images --<br>Evening and morning, the steep street of Urbino<br>To where the Duchess and her people talked<br>The stately midnight through until they stood<br>In their great window looking at the dawn;<br>I might have had no friend that could not mix<br>Courtesy and passion into one like those<br>That saw the wicks grow yellow in the dawn;<br>I might have used the one substantial right<br>My trade allows: chosen my company,<br>And chosen what scenery had pleased me best.<br>Thereon my phoenix answered in reproof,<br>'The drunkards, pilferers of public funds,<br>All the dishonest crowd I had driven away,<br>When my luck changed and they dared meet my face,<br>Crawled from obscurity, and set upon me<br>Those I had served and some that I had fed;<br>Yet never have I, now nor any time,<br>Complained of the people.'<br>All I could reply<br>Was: 'You, that have not lived in thought but deed,<br>Can have the purity of a natural force,<br>But I, whose virtues are the definitions<br>Of the analytic mind, can neither close<br>The eye of the mind nor keep my tongue from speech.'<br>And yet, because my heart leaped at her words,<br>I was abashed, and now they come to mind<br>After nine years, I sink my head abashed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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'For all that I have done at my own charge?
The daily spite of this unmannerly town,
Where who has served the most is most defaned,
The reputation of his lifetime lost
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