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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morgan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doom<br>A sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.<br>The wild things of the forest slunk from the outlaw's track,<br>The boobook croaked a warning, &quot;Go back, go back, go back!&quot;<br>It woke no answering echo in Morgan's blackened soul,<br>As onward through the darkness he rode towards his goal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An evil man was Morgan, a price was on his head;<br>The simple bush-folk whispered his very name with dread;<br>Before the fierce Dan Morgan the bravest man might quake-<br>A cold and callous killer, he killed for killing's sake. .<br>Past swamp and creek and gully, and settler's lone abode,<br>Towards the station homestead the grim Dan Morgan rode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still that hooded horseman that Morgan could not see,<br>Watched by the wild bush-creatures, rode close beside his knee.<br>Before them in a clearing a drover's campfire burned:<br>The phantom rode with Morgan, and turned when Morgan turned.<br>And loud the boobook's warning came on the cold night air,<br>&quot;Go back, go back, Dan Morgan. Beware, beware, beware!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He reached the station homestead, into the hall he strode,<br>And on his evil features, the flickering lamplight glowed.<br>&quot;Into one room!&quot; he thundered. Bring me a glass of grog!<br>If any disobey me I'll shoot him like a dog!&quot;<br>With pistols cocked and ready, dark-eyed and beetle-browed-<br>Before the famous outlaw the bravest hearts were cowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All night with loaded pistols he dozed and muttered there,<br>All night the evil shadow stood close behind his chair.<br>The brave Scotch girl McDonald, a lass who knew no fear,<br>Slipped out unseen by Morgan to warn the homesteads near.<br>And in the hours of darkness, before the break of dawn,<br>Around the fierce Dan Morgan the fatal net was drawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day broke upon the Murray, the morning mists were gone,<br>The magpies sang their matins, the river murmured on.<br>When Morgan left the homestead and neared the stockyard gate<br>He heard the boobooks warning, and turned but turned to late -<br>For Quinlan pressed the trigger as Morgan swung around,<br>And sent the grim bushranger blaspheming to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So fell the dread Dan Morgan in Eighteen sixty-five,<br>In death as much unpitied as hated when alive.<br>He lived by blood and plunder, an outlaw to the end;<br>In life he showed no mercy, in death he left no friend.<br>And all who seek to follow in Morgan's evil track<br>Should heed the boobook's warning: &quot;Go back, go back, go back!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Harrington">Edward Harrington</a><div class=q>
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A sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.
The wild things of the forest slunk from the outlaw's track,
The boobook croaked a warning, &quot;Go back, go back, go back!&quot;
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