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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last of The Flock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In distant countries have I been, <br>And yet I have not often seen <br>A healthy man, a man full grown, <br>Weep in the public roads, alone. <br>But such a one, on English ground, <br>And in the broad highway, I met; <br>Along the broad highway he came, <br>His cheeks with tears were wet: <br>Sturdy he seemed, though he was sad; <br>And in his arms a Lamb he had. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw me, and he turned aside, <br>As if he wished himself to hide: <br>And with his coat did then essay <br>To wipe those briny tears away. <br>I followed him, and said, 'My friend, <br>What ails you? wherefore weep you so?' <br>--'Shame on me, Sir! this lusty Lamb, <br>He makes my tears to flow. <br>To-day I fetched him from the rock; <br>He is the last of all my flock, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When I was young, a single man, <br>And after youthful follies ran, <br>Though little given to care and thought, <br>Yet, so it was, an ewe I bought; <br>And other sheep from her I raised, <br>As healthy sheep as you might see; <br>And then I married, and was rich <br>As I could wish to be; <br>Of sheep I numbered a full score, <br>And every year increased my store. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Year after year my stock it grew; <br>And from this one, this single ewe, <br>Full fifty comely sheep I raised, <br>As fine a flock as ever grazed! <br>Upon the Quantock hills they fed; <br>They throve, and we at home did thrive: <br>--This lusty Lamb of all my store <br>Is all that is alive; <br>And now I care not if we die, <br>And perish all of poverty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Six Children, Sir! had I to feed; <br>Hard labour in a time of need! <br>My pride was tamed, and in our grief <br>I of the Parish asked relief. <br>They said, I was a wealthy man; <br>My sheep upon the uplands fed, <br>And it was fit that thence I took <br>Whereof to buy us bread. <br>'Do this: how can we give to you,' <br>They cried, 'what to the poor is due?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I sold a sheep, as they had said, <br>And bought my little children bread, <br>And they were healthy with their food <br>For me--it never did me good. <br>A woeful time it was for me, <br>To see the end of all my gains, <br>The pretty flock which I had reared <br>With all my care and pains, <br>To see it melt like snow away-- <br>For me it was a woeful day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Another still! and still another! <br>A little lamb, and then its mother! <br>It was a vein that never stopped-- <br>Like blood-drops from my heart they dropped. <br>'Till thirty were not left alive <br>They dwindled, dwindled, one by one <br>And I may say, that many a time <br>I wished they all were gone-- <br>Reckless of what might come at last <br>Were but the bitter struggle past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To wicked deeds I was inclined, <br>And wicked fancies crossed my mind; <br>And every man I chanced to see, <br>I thought he knew some ill of me: <br>No peace, no comfort could I find, <br>No ease, within doors or without; <br>And, crazily and wearily <br>I went my work about; <br>And oft was moved to flee from home, <br>And hide my head where wild beasts roam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me, <br>As dear as my own children be; <br>For daily with my growing store <br>I loved my children more and more. <br>Alas! it was an evil time; <br>God cursed me in my sore distress; <br>I prayed, yet every day I thought <br>I loved my children less; <br>And every week, and every day, <br>My flock it seemed to melt away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">X </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see! <br>From ten to five, from five to three, <br>A lamb, a wether, and a ewe;-- <br>And then at last from three to two; <br>And, of my fifty, yesterday <br>I had but only one: <br>And here it lies upon my arm, <br>Alas! and I have none;-- <br>To-day I fetched it from the rock; <br>It is the last of all my flock.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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In distant countries have I been, 
And yet I have not often seen 
A healthy man, a man full grown, 
Weep in the public roads, alone. 
But such a one, on English ground, 
And in the broad highway, I met; 
Along the broad highway he came, 
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