{"id":2926,"date":"2013-09-05T20:27:52","date_gmt":"2013-09-05T17:27:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=2926"},"modified":"2013-09-05T20:27:52","modified_gmt":"2013-09-05T17:27:52","slug":"good-bye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=2926","title":{"rendered":"Good Bye"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"goodbye_proud_world_by_anjamagkekse-d4q6ahh\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/goodbye_proud_world_by_anjamagkekse-d4q6ahh.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2927\" alt=\"goodbye_proud_world_by_anjamagkekse-d4q6ahh\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/goodbye_proud_world_by_anjamagkekse-d4q6ahh-250x250.jpg\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/goodbye_proud_world_by_anjamagkekse-d4q6ahh-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/goodbye_proud_world_by_anjamagkekse-d4q6ahh-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Good-bye<\/strong><\/p>\n<div>Good-bye, proud world! I&#8217;m going home:<\/div>\n<div>Thou art not my friend, and I&#8217;m not thine.<\/div>\n<div>Long through thy weary crowds I roam;<\/div>\n<div>A river-ark on the ocean brine,<\/div>\n<div>Long I&#8217;ve been tossed like the driven foam;<\/div>\n<div>But now, proud world! I&#8217;m going home.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>Good-bye to Flattery&#8217;s fawning face;<\/div>\n<div>To Grandeur with his wise grimace;<\/div>\n<div>To upstart Wealth&#8217;s averted eye;<\/div>\n<div>To supple Office, low and high;<\/div>\n<div>To crowded halls, to court and street;<\/div>\n<div>To frozen hearts and hasting feet;<\/div>\n<div>To those who go, and those who come;<\/div>\n<div>Good-bye, proud world! I&#8217;m going home.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>I am going to my own hearth-stone,<\/div>\n<div>Bosomed in yon green hills alone, \u2014<\/div>\n<div>A secret nook in a pleasant land,<\/div>\n<div>Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;<\/div>\n<div>Where arches green, the livelong day,<\/div>\n<div>Echo the blackbird&#8217;s roundelay,<\/div>\n<div>And vulgar feet have never trod<\/div>\n<div>A spot that is sacred to thought and God.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,<\/div>\n<div>I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;<\/div>\n<div>And when I am stretched beneath the pines,<\/div>\n<div>Where the evening star so holy shines,<\/div>\n<div>I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,<\/div>\n<div>At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;<\/div>\n<div>For what are they all, in their high conceit,<\/div>\n<div>When man in the bush with God may meet?<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Ralph Waldo Emerson<\/blockquote><\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u00a0 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2926","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2926","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2926"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2926\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2929,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2926\/revisions\/2929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2926"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2926"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2926"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}