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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gallant Peter Clarke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Walden's Range at morning time<br>The sun shone brightly down;<br>It shone across the winding Page<br>Near Murrurundi town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It glittered o'er the Burning Mount,<br>Where murky shadows fell<br>Across the path to travellers known<br>To some, alas, too well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stands a simple block of stone,<br>Erected as a mark<br>To show the spot where he fought and died,<br>That gallant Peter Clarke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if you will but list awhile,<br>To you I will relate<br>What happened there to Peter Clarke<br>And Jimmy Clarke, his mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They camped one night close by the range,<br>In songs the hours flew past,<br>And little did poor Peter think<br>That night would be his last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn they toiled the steep ascent;<br>They had scarcely reached the top<br>When a voice in accents stern and cold<br>Commanded them to stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hand up your money, watch and chain,'<br>The robber sternly cried,<br>'Who takes my money takes my life!'<br>The angry Clarke replied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then laughed the robber loud in scorn<br>As he his pistol drew.<br>Said he 'My hand is firm and strong,<br>And my aim is ever true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And he who will my word gainsay,<br>Though he be earl or knight,<br>I swear by all I sacred hold<br>He ne'er shall see morning light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So give up your money now, my lad,<br>And do not idly rave.<br>Resist and, by the God above,<br>This night you'll fill the grave.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Those are but words and idle words,'<br>The daring Clarke replied,<br>And with one rapid bound he strode<br>Close by the robber's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now commenced the struggle<br>For life between them both,<br>One hand of Clarke's the pistol grasped<br>And the other grasped his throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now haste you, haste you, Jimmy Clarke,<br>And seek for help in need -<br>Your comrade's welfare, nay, his life<br>Depends on your good speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hark to that loud pistol shot,<br>In a second rends the skies.<br>A human being on the sod<br>In his death struggle lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in his dying gasp<br>Poor Peter seemed to say,<br>'Revenge, revenge you, Peter Clarke!<br>And so he passed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the robber, frightened by his deed,<br>In terror now did lie,<br>For the hand of Clarke upon his throat<br>Is tighter as he died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so indeed he was avenged,<br>For God has said it so -<br>'Who takes a life must yield a life!'<br>And the murderer met his doom.</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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The sun shone brightly down;
It shone across the winding Page
Near Murrurundi town.

It glittered o'er the Burning Mount,
Where murky shadows fell
Across the path to travellers known
To some, alas, too well.

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