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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bloody fields of Wheogo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon rides high in a starry sky,<br>And, through the midnight gloom,<br>A faery scene of woodland green<br>Her silver rays illume.<br>Dark mountains show a ridge of snow<br>Against the deep blue sky,<br>And a winding stream with sparkling gleam<br>Flows merrily murmuring by.<br>Not a sound is heard, save a bough when stirred<br>By the night-wind's moaning sigh,<br>Or, piercing and shrill, echoed back by the hill,<br>A curlew's mournful cry.<br>And twinkling bright in the shadowy night<br>A lonely taper shines,<br>And seated there is a wanton fair<br>Who in amorous sadness pines.<br>For her lord is gone, and she sits alone,<br>Alone in her mountain home!<br>But 'twas not her lord that she deplored,<br>For she liked to see him roam.<br>The joy in her heart is a bushranger smart<br>Who, lion-like, prowls in the night;<br>And with supper all spread, and a four-post bed,<br>She waits by the flickering light.<br>Equipped for fight, in trappings bright,<br>Came a band of warriors there,<br>By gallant Sir Fred right gallantly led,<br>The 'ranger to seize in a snare.<br>They spread all around, and the house they surround,<br>Nine men with revolver and gun;<br>&quot;A reward's on his head!&quot; cried the gallant Sir Fred,<br>&quot;And we're nine to the bushranger's one!&quot;<br>Still gleamed the light in the shades of the night,<br>And still the pale moon shone;<br>But no 'ranger came to cheer the dame<br>As she sat by the window alone.<br>The warriors bold were freezing with cold,<br>And wished they were in their beds,<br>When the echoing beat of a horse's feet<br>Sent the blood in a rush to their heads!<br>At gentle speed on a snow-white steed<br>And singing a joyous song<br>To the beckoning light in the shadowy night<br>The bushranger rides along.<br>A stalwart man was he to scan<br>And flushed with ruffian pride;<br>In many a fray he had won the day<br>And the &quot;New Police&quot; defied.<br>Up started then Sir Fred and his men<br>With cocked carbines in hand<br>And called aloud to the 'ranger proud<br>On pain of death to &quot;stand&quot;.<br>But the 'ranger proud, he laughed aloud,<br>And bounding rode away,<br>While Sir Frederick Pott shut his eyes for a shot<br>And missed - in his usual way.<br>His troopers then like valiant men<br>With their carbines blazed away.<br>The whistling lead on its mission sped,<br>But whither, none can say.<br>The snow-white steed at a gentle speed<br>Bore the 'ranger from their view<br>And left Sir Fred to return to bed - <br>There was nothing else to do.<br>But Sir Frederick Pott with rage was hot<br>As he looked at his warriors eight.<br>They were nine to one, with revolver and gun!<br>He cursed his luckless fate.<br>He shuddered to think how his glory would sink<br>When the country heard of the mess<br>And the tale was told of his exploits bold<br>In the columns of the press.<br>In fury then he marched his men<br>To the home of the wanton fair<br>With warlike din they entered in<br>To search and ransack there.<br>In slumber sound a boy they found,<br>And brave Sir Frederick said;<br>&quot;By a flash in the pan we missed the man,<br>So we'll take the boy instead!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Oceania">Anonymous Oceania</a><div class=q>
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And, through the midnight gloom,
A faery scene of woodland green
Her silver rays illume.
Dark mountains show a ridge of snow
Against the deep blue sky,
And a winding stream with sparkling gleam
Flows merrily mu..."></div>
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