<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Croquis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,<br>He groped and fiddled doggedly along,<br>His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng<br>The stony peevishness of sightless men.<br>He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again,<br>Grotesquing thinly many an old sweet song,<br>So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong,<br>You hardly could distinguish one in ten.<br>He stopped at last, and sat him on the sand,<br>And, grasping wearily his bread-winner,<br>Staring dim towards the blue immensity,<br>Then leaned his head upon his poor old hand.<br>He may have slept: he did not speak nor stir:<br>His gesture spoke a vast despondency.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</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=538156" data-title="Croquis de William Ernest Henley" data-description="The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, He groped and fiddled doggedly along, His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng The stony peevishness of sightless men. He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again, Grotesquing thinly many an o..."></div> </div> </div>

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