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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ave a 'eart!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Ere! 'Ave a 'eart!' 'e sez. 'Why, love a duck!<br> A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!<br>There ain't no call fer you to go an' chuck<br> A man about when 'e 'as took the knock.<br>Gaw! Do yeh want to bust 'im all apart!<br> 'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Aw, 'ave a 'eart!' 'e weeps. 'A fight's a fight;<br>But, strike me bandy, this is bloody war!<br>It's murder! An' you got no blasted right<br>To arst a 'uman man to come fer more.<br>'E 'ad no chance with you right frum the start.<br>Aw, 'ave a 'eart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yeh've pulped 'is dile,' 'e whines; 'yeh've pinched 'is gun;<br> Yeh've bunged 'is eye 'an bashed in 'arf 'is teeth.<br>'Struth! Ain't yeh satisfied with wot yeh've done?<br>Or are you out to fit 'im fer a wreath?<br>The man's 'arf dead a'ready! Wot's yer dart?<br> Say, 'ave a 'eart!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never did 'ear sich a bloke to squeal<br>About a trifle. This 'ere pal uv Spike's<br>Don't seem to 'ave the stummick fer a deal<br>Uv solid stoush: rough work don't soot 'is likes.<br>'E ain't done much but blather frum the start,<br>''Ere 'ave a 'eart!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rat-face coot 'e is, with rat-like nerves<br>That's got all jangled with ixceedin' fright,<br>While I am 'andin' Spike wot 'e deserves.<br>But twice 'e tried to trip me in the fight,<br>The little skunk, now sobbin' like a tart,<br> 'Aw, 'ave a 'eart!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This 'ere's the pretty pitcher in Ah Foo's<br>Back privit room: Spite Wegg, well on the floor,<br>Is bleedin' pretty, with a bonzer bruise<br>Paintin' one eye, an' 'arf 'is clobber tore.<br>While me, the conq'rin' 'ero, stan's above<br>'Owlin' me love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rat-face mutt is dancin' up an' down;<br>Ah Foo is singin' jazz in raw Chinee;<br>The parson's starin' at me with a frown,<br>As if 'e thort sich things could never be;<br>An' I'm some bloke 'e's but 'arf rekernised<br>'E's 'ipnertised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foo's furniture is scattered any'ow,<br>Artisic like, in bits about the floor.<br>An' 'arf a dozen blokes, drawn by the row,<br>Nosey but nervis, 'overs near the door.<br>I ain't no pitcher orf no chocklit box.<br> I've took some knocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ain't no pitcher. But - 0 Glory! - But<br>Ther's dicky-birds awarblin' in me soul!<br>To think that I ain't lost that upper-cut!<br>An' my left-'ook's still with me, good an' whole.<br>I feared me punch was dead; but I was wrong.<br>Me 'eart's all song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, as Spike makes a move, I raised me mits<br>Fearin' a foul; an' Rat-face does 'is block.<br>'E loosens up a string uv epi-tits<br>That seem to jolt the parson with a shock.<br>Filthy an' free they was, make no mistakes.<br>Then Snowy wakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All through the fight 'e 'ad seemed kind uv dazed,<br>Ubsorbin' it like some saint in a dream.<br>But now 'e straightened up, 'is ole eyes blazed<br>An', as the filth flowed in a red-'ot stream,<br>'Is voice blew in like cool winds frum the south:<br> 'Shut that foul mouth!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shut your vile mouth, or, by the Lord! - ''Is 'and<br>Went up, an' there was anger on 'is face.<br>But Rat-face ducked. 'E weren't the man to stand<br>Agin that figger uv avengin' grace.<br>Ducked, or 'e might uv stopped one 'oly smite<br>Frum Snowy's right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'E turns to me. An' then I 'ear<br>A yell: 'The cops! The cops is in the Lane!<br>'Parson,' I sez, 'we are de tropp, I fear.<br>Mid 'appier scenes I'll vencher to ixplain.<br>'Ang to me 'and, an' wave no fond farewell;<br>But run like 'ell!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some say wrong livin' reaps no good reward.<br>Well, I dunno. If I 'ad not cut loose<br>In Spadgers, in them days long, long deplored,<br>'Ow could I knowed the run uv Foo's caboose?<br>That back-way entrance, used fer Chiner's friends'<br> Un'oly ends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out by a green door; down a flight uv stairs;<br>Along a passige; up another flight;<br>Through 'arf a dozen rooms, broadcastin' scares<br>To twenty yellow men, pea-green with fright;<br>Me an' the parson, through that 'eathen land,<br>Trips 'and in 'and.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out uv dark corners, voices 'ere an' there<br>Break sudden with a jabberin' sing-song,<br>Like magpies flutin' on the mornin' air.<br>We pays no 'eed to them, but plug along,<br>Twistin' an' turnin' through them secret ways,<br> Like in a maze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bust a bolted door. The parson gasps:<br>The air inside is 'eavy with the drug.<br>A fat Chow goggles at the broken hasps;<br>Another dreams un'eedin' on a rug.<br>Out by the other door-past piles uv fruit <br>'Ow we did scoot!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red lanterns - lacquer-work - brass pots - strange smells <br>Silk curtains - slippers - baskets - ginger jars <br>A squealin' Chinee fiddle-tinklin' bells <br>Queer works uv art - filth - fowls - ducks - iron bars<br>To winders - All pass by us in a stream,<br> Like 'twuz a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down to a cellar; up agen, an' out <br>Bananers - brandy jars - we rush pell-mell,<br>Turnin' to left, to right, then round about<br>(The parson, after, said it seemed like 'ell)<br>Through one last orful pong, then up a stair<br>Into clean air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We're in a little yard; no thing to stop<br>Our flight to freedom but a fence. 'Now, jump!'<br>I grabs 'is rev'rince, 'eaves 'im to the top,<br>An' bungs me own frame over with a bump.<br>'Dam!' sez the parson - or it sounded so <br> But I dunno.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seems that 'is coat got 'itched up on a nail.<br>'E jerks it free an' gently comes to earth.<br>'Peter the 'ermit's 'ome!' I sez. 'All 'ail!'<br>An' makes punk noises indicatin' mirth.<br>The parson, 'e walks on, as still as death.<br>Seems out o' breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk beside 'im; but 'e sez no word.<br>To put it straight, I'm feelin' pretty mean <br>Feelin' a bit ashamed uv wot's occurred <br>But still, I never planned to 'ave no scene<br>With Spike. I didn't start the flamin' row,<br>Not any'ow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells 'im so. But still 'e never spoke.<br>I arsts 'im 'ow else could the thing be done.<br>I tells 'im straight I'd let no flamin' bloke<br>Take pot shots at me with no flamin' gun.<br>'E stops, an' pats me shoulder with 'is 'and:<br>'I understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend.' 'Is face is orful stern an' grave.<br>'The brawl was not your seekin', we'll suppose.<br>But does it 'elp this girL we wish to save?<br>'Ow can sich mad brutality serve Rose?<br>May be, in anger, you fergot, young friend,<br>Our Christian end?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not on yer life!' I tells 'im. 'Spike's in soak,<br>Whether the cops 'ave got 'im now or not.<br>An' that removes one interferin' bloke<br>Wot 'ad a mind to queer our 'oly plot.<br>Tomorrer we'll find Rose, an' work good works<br> With gentler lurks.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gentler?' 'e sez. 'I 'ope so.' Still 'e's grave.'The ways uv 'Eaven's strange,' 'e sez, 'an' yours<br>Is stranger still. Yet all may work to save<br> <br>One strugglin' soul, if 'Eaven's grace endures.'<br>'E's dreadful solemn. <br>'I must own I feel<br>Grieved a great deal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your face,' 'e sez, 'is very badly cut -'<br>'Now, look,' I chips. ''Old on. Let's git this right.<br>'Oo was it tried to stoush that rat-face mutt?<br>'Oo was it barracked for me in the fight?<br>'Oo was it used that word uv evul sense<br>Up on that fence?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend!' . . . Indignant? 'Struth! I see 'im try<br>To keep reel stern. But soon I rekernise<br>The little twinkle stealin' in 'is eye,<br>That won't keep out, no matter 'ow 'e tries.<br>An' then - 'is twitchin' lips smile wide apart:<br>'Aw, 'ave a 'eart!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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 A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!
There ain't no call fer you to go an' chuck
 A man about when 'e 'as took the knock.
Gaw! Do yeh want to bust 'im all apart!
 'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart!

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