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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Zu der edlen Yagd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember some words my father said,<br>When I was an urchin vain ;—<br>God rest his soul, in his narrow bed<br>These ten long years he hath lain.<br>When I think one drop of the blood he bore<br>This faint heart surely must hold,<br>It may be my fancy and nothing more,<br>But the faint heart seemeth bold.<br> <br>He said that as from the blood of grape,<br>Or from juice distilled from the grain,<br>False vigour, soon to evaporate,<br>Is lent to nerve and brain,<br>So the coward will dare on the gallant horse<br>What he never would dare alone,<br>Because he exults in a borrowed force,<br>And a hardihood not his own.<br> <br>And it may be so, yet this difference lies<br>'Twixt the vine and the saddle-tree,<br>The spurious courage that drink supplies<br>Sets our baser passions free ;<br>But the stimulant which the horseman feels,<br>When he gallops fast and straight,<br>To his better nature most appeals<br>And charity conquers hate.<br> <br>As the kindly sunshine thaws the snow,<br>E'en malice and spite will yield,<br>We could almost welcome our mortal foe<br>In the saddle by flood and field ;<br>And chivalry dawns in the merry tale<br>That 'Market Harborough' writes,<br>And the yarns of 'Nimrod' and 'Martingale'<br>Seem legends of loyal knights.<br> <br>Now, tell me for once, old horse of mine<br>Grazing round me loose and free,<br>Does your ancient equine heart repine<br>For a burst in such companie,<br>Where 'the Powers that be' in the front rank ride,<br>To hold your own with the throng,<br>Or to plunge at 'Faugh-a-Ballagh's' side<br>In the rapids of Dandenong ?<br> <br>Don't tread on my toes, you're no foolish weight,<br>So I found to my cost, as under<br>Your carcass I lay, when you rose too late,<br>Yet I blame you not for the blunder.<br>What ! sulky, old man, your under lip falls !<br>You think I too ready to rail am<br>At your kinship remote to that duffer at walls,<br>The talkative roadster of Balaam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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When I was an urchin vain ;—
God rest his soul, in his narrow bed
These ten long years he hath lain.
When I think one drop of the blood he bore
This faint heart surely must hold,
It may be my fancy and nothi..."></div>
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