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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355125" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Find</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yon sound's neither sheep-bell nor bark,<br>They're running-they're running, Go hark!<br>The sport may be lost by a moment's delay;<br>So whip up the puppies and scurry away.<br>Dash down through the cover by dingle and dell,<br>There's a gate at the bottom-I know it full well;<br>And they're running-they're running,<br>Go hark!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're running-they're running, Go hark!<br>One fence and we're out of the park;<br>Sit down in your saddles and race at the brook,<br>Then smash at the bullfinch; no time for a look;<br>Leave cravens and skirters to dangle behind;<br>He's away for the moors in the teeth of the wind,<br>And they're running-they're running,<br>Go hark!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're running-they're running, Go hark!<br>Let them run on and run till it's dark!<br>Well with them we are, and well with them we'll be,<br>While there's wind in our horses and daylight to see:<br>Then shog along homeward, chat over the fight,<br>And hear in our dreams the sweet music all night<br>Of-They're running-they're running,<br>Go hark!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Eversley, 1856.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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They're running-they're running, Go hark!
The sport may be lost by a moment's delay;
So whip up the puppies and scurry away.
Dash down through the cover by dingle and dell,
There's a gate at the bottom-I kn..."></div>
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