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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mayfair Love-Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter and summer, night and morn,<br>I languish at this table dark;<br>My office window has a corn-<br>er looks into St. James's Park.<br>I hear the foot-guards' bugle-horn,<br>Their tramp upon parade I mark;<br>I am a gentleman forlorn,<br>I am a Foreign-Office Clerk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My toils, my pleasures, every one,<br>I find are stale, and dull, and slow;<br>And yesterday, when work was done,<br>I felt myself so sad and low,<br>I could have seized a sentry's gun<br>My wearied brains out out to blow.<br>What is it makes my blood to run?<br>What makes my heart to beat and glow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My notes of hand are burnt, perhaps?<br>Some one has paid my tailor's bill?<br>No: every morn the tailor raps;<br>My I O U's are extant still.<br>I still am prey of debt and dun;<br>My elder brother's stout and well.<br>What is it makes my blood to run?<br>What makes my heart to glow and swell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know my chief's distrust and hate;<br>He says I'm lazy, and I shirk.<br>Ah! had I genius like the late<br>Right Honorable Edmund Burke!<br>My chance of all promotion's gone,<br>I know it is,—he hates me so.<br>What is it makes my blood to run,<br>And all my heart to swell and glow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, why is all so bright and gay?<br>There is no change, there is no cause;<br>My office-time I found to-day<br>Disgusting as it ever was.<br>At three, I went and tried the Clubs,<br>And yawned and saunter'd to and fro;<br>And now my heart jumps up and throbs,<br>And all my soul is in a glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At half-past four I had the cab;<br>I drove as hard as I could go.<br>The London sky was dirty drab,<br>And dirty brown the London snow.<br>And as I rattled in a cant-<br>er down by dear old Bolton Row,<br>A something made my heart to pant,<br>And caused my cheek to flush and glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What could it be that made me find<br>Old Jawkins pleasant at the Club?<br>Why was it that I laughed and grinned<br>At whist, although I lost the rub?<br>What was it made me drink like mad<br>Thirteen small glasses of Curaco?<br>That made my inmost heart so glad,<br>And every fibre thrill and glow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's home again! she's home, she's home!<br>Away all cares and griefs and pain;<br>I knew she would—she's back from Rome;<br>She's home again! she's home again!<br>'The family's gone abroad,' they said,<br>September last they told me so;<br>Since then my lonely heart is dead,<br>My blood I think's forgot to flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's home again! away all care!<br>O fairest form the world can show!<br>O beaming eyes! O golden hair!<br>O tender voice, that breathes so low!<br>O gentlest, softest, purest heart!<br>O joy, O hope!—'My tiger, ho!'<br>Fitz-Clarence said; we saw him start—<br>He galloped down to Bolton Row.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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I languish at this table dark;
My office window has a corn-
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I hear the foot-guards' bugle-horn,
Their tramp upon parade I mark;
I am a gentleman forlorn,
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