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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538381" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Truly Great</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My walls outside must have some flowers, <br>My walls within must have some books; <br>A house that's small; a garden large, <br>And in it leafy nooks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little gold that's sure each week; <br>That comes not from my living kind, <br>But from a dead man in his grave, <br>Who cannot change his mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lovely wife, and gentle too; <br>Contented that no eyes but mine <br>Can see her many charms, nor voice <br>To call her beauty fine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where she would in that stone cage live, <br>A self-made prisoner, with me; <br>While many a wild bird sang around, <br>On gate, on bush, on tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she sometimes to answer them, <br>In her far sweeter voice than all; <br>Till birds, that loved to look on leaves, <br>Will doat on a stone wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With this small house, this garden large, <br>This little gold, this lovely mate, <br>With health in body, peace in heart-- <br>Show me a man more great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Davies">William Henry Davies</a><div class=q>
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My walls within must have some books; 
A house that's small; a garden large, 
And in it leafy nooks. 

A little gold that's sure each week; 
That comes not from my living kind, 
But from a dead man in his ..."></div>
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