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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How the Melbourne Cup was Won</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the beams of a beautiful day,<br>Made soft by a breeze from the sea,<br>The horses were started away,<br>The fleet-footed thirty and three;<br>Where beauty, with shining attire,<br>Shed more than a noon on the land,<br>Like spirits of thunder and fire<br>They flashed by the fence and the stand.<br>And the mouths of pale thousands were hushed<br>When Somnus, a marvel of strength,<br>Past Bowes like a sudden wind rushed,<br>And led the bay colt by a length;<br>But a chestnut came galloping through,<br>And, down where the river-tide steals,<br>O’Brien, on brave Waterloo,<br>Dashed up to the big horse’s heels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Cracknell still kept to the fore,<br>And first by the water bend wheeled,<br>When a cry from the stand, and a roar<br>Ran over green furlongs of field;<br>Far out by the back of the course —<br>A demon of muscle and pluck —<br>Flashed onward the favourite horse,<br>With his hoofs flaming clear of the ruck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the wonderful Queenslander came,<br>And the thundering leaders were three;<br>And a ring, and a roll of acclaim,<br>Went out, like a surge of the sea:<br>“An Epigram! Epigram wins!” —<br>“The Colt of the Derby” — “The bay!”<br>But back where the crescent begins<br>The favourite melted away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the marvel that came from the North,<br>With another, was heavily thrown;<br>And here at the turning flashed forth<br>To the front a surprising unknown;<br>By shed and by paddock and gate<br>The strange, the magnificent black,<br>Led Darebin a length in the straight,<br>With thirty and one at his back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Derby colt tired at the rails,<br>And Ivory’s marvellous bay<br>Passed Burton, O’Brien, and Hales,<br>As fleet as a flash of the day.<br>But Gough on the African star<br>Came clear in the front of his “field”,<br>Hard followed by Morrison’s Czar<br>And the blood unaccustomed to yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, first from the turn to the end,<br>With a boy on him paler than ghost,<br>The horse that had hardly a friend<br>Shot flashing like fire by the post.<br>When Graham was “riding” ‘twas late<br>For his friends to applaud on the stands,<br>The black, through the bend and “the straight”,<br>Had the race of the year in his hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a clamour of calls and acclaim,<br>He landed the money — the horse<br>With the beautiful African name,<br>That rang to the back of the course.<br>Hurrah for the Hercules race,<br>And the terror that came from his stall,<br>With the bright, the intelligent face,<br>To show the road home to them all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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