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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381462" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The 'Bulletin' Stairs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mecca of Bohemian men<br>Was Archibald's untidy den.<br>Firm-footed near the portals there<br>Uprose, as now, a spacious stair<br>That carried nearer to the sky<br>Their inky hopes in days forebye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This ladder to Parnassus, they<br>Expectant climbed - as still one may.<br>Oft-times upon its steps appeared<br>The wiry brush of Daley's beard,<br>Of Henry Lawson's drooped moustache<br>Would upward glide and downward dash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Betimes - a gem his pocket in -<br>Meandered upward Ronald Quinn,<br>Or Bayldon bore a sonnet new,<br>Or Broomfield occupied the view<br>Insistent, in a manner vain,<br>On making passes with his cane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These might encounter on the way<br>The 'Banjo' glum, or Hugh McCrae<br>Or Souter with a leering cat<br>Or Bedford in a Queensland hat;<br>And other penmen debonair<br>Familiar with that famous stair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Red Tressed Maiden, all aglow,<br>And Clancy of the Overflow<br>And Dad and Dave, in company<br>With Ginger Mick and Jock MacFee,<br>From time to time, in singles, pairs,<br>By hand or post went up those stairs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awaiting by McMahon's door<br>For silver, little, less, or more,<br>Met jesting genius to abuse<br>The landlords and the lending Jews.<br>Anon with cash in hand such drear<br>Considerations - drowned in beer -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would pass as pass the clouds of morn;<br>And from their ready wits, reborn<br>As from a fount in Arcady,<br>Would flow fair dreams of Days-to-Be,<br>When, in this Southland, shore to shore,<br>Art was enthroned for evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That noble vision yet I hold<br>More precious is than all the gold<br>That men have dug from southern earth.<br>In loyal hearts it had its birth;<br>In loyal minds it will become<br>A trumpet-note, a calling drum</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To lead this nation onward, and<br>To glorify and grace the land.<br>And through that fellowship may ne'er,<br>As then it was, re-climb the Stair<br>Its voices echo down the years -<br>The voices of the pioneers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+James+Brady">Edwin James Brady</a><div class=q>
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Was Archibald's untidy den.
Firm-footed near the portals there
Uprose, as now, a spacious stair
That carried nearer to the sky
Their inky hopes in days forebye.

This ladder to Parnassus, they
Expectant climbed - as still..."></div>
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