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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anthony Considine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, <br> Out where the white stars shine, <br>Grim and silent as such men be, <br>Rideth a man with a history— <br> Anthony Considine. <br>For the ways of men they are manifold <br> As their differing views in life; <br>Some sell themselves for the lust of gold, <br> And some for the lust of strife: <br>But this man counted the world well lost <br> For the love of his neighbour’s wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fled together, as those must flee <br> Whom all men hold in blame; <br>Each to the other must all things be <br>Who cross the gulf of iniquity <br> And live in the land of shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a light-o’-love, if she sins with one, <br> She sinneth with ninety-nine: <br>The rule holds good since the world begun— <br>Since ever the streams began to run <br> And the stars began to shine. <br>The rule holds still, and he found it true— <br> Anthony Considine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A nobler spirit had turned in scorn <br> From a love that was stained with mire; <br>A weaker being might mourn and mourn <br> For the loss of his Heart’s Desire: <br>But the anger of Anthony Considine <br> Blazed up like a gaming fire </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she, with her new love, presently <br> Came past with her eyes ashine; <br>And Gad so willed it, and God knows why, <br>She turned and laughed as they passed hire by— <br> Anthony Considine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her laughter stung as a whip might sting; <br> And mad with his wounded pride <br>He turned and sprang with a panther’s spring, <br> And struck at his rival’s side: <br>And only the woman, shuddering, <br> Could tell how the dead man died! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She dared not speak—and the mystery <br> Is buried in auld lang syne, <br>But out on the wastes of the West countrie, <br> Grim and silent as such men be, <br>Rideth a man with a history’ <br> Anthony Considine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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 Out where the white stars shine, 
Grim and silent as such men be, 
Rideth a man with a history— 
 Anthony Considine. 
For the ways of men they are manifold 
 As their differing views in life; 
Some sell ..."></div>
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