<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Omeo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up and down the roads they go <br>Vale to hill, and hill to vale <br>Leading on to Omeo<br>Over many an olden trail<br>Dainty lady of the hills,<br>Rosy-cheecked amid her snows;<br>Beauty that her landscape fills<br>Tips the peak and downward spills,<br>Down to where old Tambo flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Tambo winds, so winds the road;<br>Cascades sparkly by the way<br>Where o'er granite, waters flowed<br>Since some pre-historic day.<br>Limestone glints and marble gleams,<br>Beautiful and many-hued,<br>Bared by ever flowing streams<br>To recapture long-lost dreams<br>Of an age-old solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Six grey horses drew the coach.<br>Climbing up and clattering down,<br>To the picturesque approach<br>Of this quaint, old-fashioned town.<br>While the driver yarned apace,<br>Six grey horses, coats agleam,<br>Straining steady at the trace,<br>Drew up at the stopping place <br>The Blue Duck Inn where anglers dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dainty lady of the hills.<br>Rosy-cheeked amid her snows,<br>Peace her quiet hamlet fills<br>As full well the angler knows.<br>Peace and quiet pride inform<br>All her moods as seasons go.<br>Summer sun nor winter storm <br>Naught may change that welcome warm<br>Of the Lady Omeo.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357738" data-title="Omeo de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Up and down the roads they go Vale to hill, and hill to vale Leading on to Omeo Over many an olden trail Dainty lady of the hills, Rosy-cheecked amid her snows; Beauty that her landscape fills Tips the peak and downward spills, Down to where old..."></div> </div> </div>

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