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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383754" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Black Bess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TURPIN had his Black Bess, and she carried him well,<br>As fame with her loud-breathing trumpet will tell; <br>She knew not the lash, and she suffered no spur; <br>A bold rider was all that was needed by her.<br>That rider grew pallid and cautious with fear,<br>There was danger around him and death in the rear; <br>But he mocked at the legion of foes on his track,<br>When he found himself firm on his bonnie steed's back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She carried him on as no steed did before,<br>She travelled as courser will never do more; <br>Bounding on like the wild deer, she scarce left a trace,<br>On the road or the turf, of her antelope pace.<br>The pistol was levelled, what was it to Dick? <br>The shot might be rapid, but Bess was as quick:<br>'Ha! Ha! ' shouted Turpin, 'a horse and a man<br>Are fair marks for your bullets to reach, if they can.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mountain was high, and the valley was deep; <br>She sprang up the hill and she flew down the steep; <br>She came to the waste, rough with furrow and weed,<br>But the brushwood and gap were no checks to her speed.<br>She dashed through the stream and she climbed the broad bank,<br>With no word to urge forward, no heel to her flank; <br>The gate with its padlock might stand in her way; <br>It took more than five bars to keep Black Bess at bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She kept her career up for many a league,<br>With no slackening of pace and no sign of fatigue; <br>Right onward she went till she staggered and dropped; <br>But her limbs only failed when her heart-pulse had stopped.<br>Her dare-devil rider lived on for a while,<br>And told of her work with a triumphing smile:<br>And the fame of Dick Turpin had been something less<br>If he'd ne'er rode to York on his bonnie Black Bess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's a health to her memory! shirk it who dare-<br>If you love what is noble, pledge Turpin's brave mare; <br>And the draught will be welcome, the wine will be good; <br>If it have half the spirit and strength of her blood.<br>May the steed that comes nigh her in courage and fire<br>Carry rider more worthy to make its heart tire; <br>Though she saved him, and died to prove what she could do,<br>Yet her life was most precious by far of the two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I live on the sea and I'm lord of a ship,<br>That starts from her rest like a hound from the slip; <br>Her speed is unrivalled, her beauty is rare; <br>But her timbers are black as the highwayman's mare.<br>From her keel-spanning beam to her sky-greeting spar<br>She's as dark as a midnight without moon or star:<br>Her name, boys! her name, you may easily guess,<br>She is christened, right nobly, 'The Bonnie Black Bess.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eliza+Cook">Eliza Cook</a><div class=q>
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As fame with her loud-breathing trumpet will tell; 
She knew not the lash, and she suffered no spur; 
A bold rider was all that was needed by her.
That rider grew pallid and cautious with fear,
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