<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Statesman's Holiday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I LIVED among great houses,<br>Riches drove out rank,<br>Base drove out the better blood,<br>And mind and body shrank.<br>No Oscar ruled the table,<br>But I'd a troop of friends<br>That knowing better talk had gone<br>Talked of odds and ends.<br>Some knew what ailed the world<br>But never said a thing,<br>So I have picked a better trade<br>And night and morning sing:<br>Tall dames go walking in grass-green Avalon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I a great Lord Chancellor<br>That slept upon the Sack?<br>Commanding officer that tore<br>The khaki from his back?<br>Or am I de Valera,<br>Or the King of Greece,<br>Or the man that made the motors?<br>Ach, call me what you please!<br>Here's a Montenegrin lute,<br>And its old sole string<br>Makes me sweet music<br>And I delight to sing:<br>Tall dames go walking in grass-green Avalon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With boys and girls about him.<br>With any sort of clothes,<br>With a hat out of fashion,<br>With Old patched shoes,<br>With a ragged bandit cloak,<br>With an eye like a hawk,<br>With a stiff straight back,<br>With a strutting turkey walk.<br>With a bag full of pennies,<br>With a monkey on a chain,<br>With a great cock's feather,<br>With an old foul tune.<br>Tall dames go walking in grass-green Avalon.</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> <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=537288" data-title="The Statesman's Holiday de William Butler Yeats" data-description="I LIVED among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. No Oscar ruled the table, But I'd a troop of friends That knowing better talk had gone Talked of odds and ends. Some knew what ailed the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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