<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written in London. September, 1802</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. O Friend! I know not which way I must look <br> For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,<br> To think that now our life is only drest<br> For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,<br> Or groom! -- We must run glittering like a brook<br> In the open sunshine, or we are unblest:<br> The wealthiest man among us is the best:<br> No grandeur now in nature or in book<br> Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,<br> This is idolatry; and these we adore:<br> Plain living and high thinking are no more:<br> The homely beauty of the good old cause<br> Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,<br> And pure religion breathing household laws.</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> <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=540268" data-title="Written in London. September, 1802 de William Wordsworth" data-description=". O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom! -- We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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