Leisured

"The iron and coal valleys of the Vermissa district were no resorts for the leisured or the cultured. Everywhere there were stern signs of the crudest battle of life, the rude work to be done, and the rude, strong workers who did it."

"1893, John Davidson, “St Valentine’s Eve” in Fleet Street Eclogues, London: Elkin Mathews & John Lane, p. 20, And brooding thus on my ephemeral flowers That smoulder in the wilderness, I thought, By envy sore distraught, Of amaranths that burn in lordly bowers, Of men divinely blessed with leisured hours,"