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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brumby's Run</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lies beyond the Western Pines <br>Towards the sinking sun, <br>And not a survey mark defines <br>The bounds of &quot;Brumby's Run&quot;. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On odds and ends of mountain land, <br>On tracks of range and rock <br>Where no one else can make a stand, <br>Old Brumby rears his stock. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wild, unhandled lot they are <br>Of every shape and breed. <br>They venture out 'neath moon and star <br>Along the flats to feed; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the dawn makes pink the sky <br>And steals along the plain, <br>The Brumby horses turn and fly <br>Towards the hills again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The traveller by the mountain-track <br>May hear their hoof-beats pass, <br>And catch a glimpse of brown and black <br>Dim shadows on the grass. <br>The eager stockhorse pricks his ears <br>And lifts his head on high <br>In wild excitement when he hears <br>The Brumby mob go by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Brumby asks no price or fee <br>O'er all his wide domains: <br>The man who yards his stock is free <br>To keep them for his pains. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, off to scour the mountain-side <br>With eager eyes aglow, <br>To strongholds where the wild mobs hide <br>The gully-rakers go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rush of horses through the trees, <br>A red shirt making play; <br>A sound of stockwhips on the breeze, <br>They vanish far away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, me! before our day is done <br>We long with bitter pain <br>To ride once more on Brumby's Run <br>And yard his mob again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A.B. (Banjo) Paterson</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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Towards the sinking sun, 
And not a survey mark defines 
The bounds of &quot;Brumby's Run&quot;. 

On odds and ends of mountain land, 
On tracks of range and rock 
Where no one else can make a stand, 
Old Brumby r..."></div>
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