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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hunted Down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,<br>Been out since the night of escape - two years under horror and ban.<br>In a time full of thunder and rain, when hurricanes hackled the tree,<br>He slipt through the sludge of a drain, and swam a fierce fork of the sea.<br>Through the roar of the storm, and the ring<br>and the wild savage whistle of hail,<br>Did this naked, whipt, desperate thing<br>break loose from the guards of the gaol.<br>And breasting the foam of the bay, and facing the fangs of the bight,<br>With a great cruel cry on his way, he dashed through the darkness of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But foiled was the terror of fin, and baffled the strength of the tide,<br>For a devil supported his chin and a fiend kept a watch at his side.<br>And hands of iniquity drest the hellish hyena, and gave<br>Him food in the hills of the west - in cells of indefinite cave.<br>Then, strengthened and weaponed, this peer<br>of the brute, on the track of its prey,<br>Sprang out, and shed sorrow and fear through the beautiful fields of the day.<br>And pillage and murder, and worse, swept peace from the face of the land -<br>The black, bitter work of this curse with the blood on his infamous hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wolf of the hills at the end - chased back to the depths of his lair -<br>Had horror for neighbour and friend - he supped in the dark with despair.<br>A whisper of leaf or a breath of the wind in the watch of the night<br>Was ever as message of death to this devil bent double with fright.<br>For now were the hunters abroad; and the fiend like an adder at bay,<br>Cast out of the sight of the Lord, in the folds of his fastnesses lay.<br>Yea, skulking in pits of the slime - in venomous dens of eclipse -<br>He cowered and bided his time, with the white malice set on his lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two years had his shadow been cast in forest, on highway, and run;<br>But Nemesis tracked him at last, and swept him from under the sun.<br>Foul felons in chains were ashamed to speak of the bloodthirsty thing<br>Who lived, like a panther inflamed, the life that no singer can sing -<br>Who butchered one night in the wild three women, a lad, and a maid,<br>And cut the sweet throat of a child - its mother's pure blood on his blade!<br>But over the plains and away by the range and the forested lake,<br>Rode hard, for a week and a day, the terrible tracker, Dick Blake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dick Blake had the scent of a hound, the eye of a lynx, and could track<br>Where never a sign on the ground or the rock could be seen by the black.<br>A rascal at large, when he heard that Blake was out hard at his heels,<br>Felt just as the wilderness bird, in the snare fettered hopelessly, feels.<br>And, hence, when the wolf with the brand of Cain written thrice on his face,<br>Knew terrible Dick was at hand, he slunk like a snake to his place -<br>To the depths of his kennel he crept, far back in the passages dim;<br>But Blake and his mates never slept; they hunted and listened for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mountains were many, but he who had captured big Terrigal Bill,<br>The slayer of Hawkins and Lee, found tracks by a conical hill.<br>There were three in the party - no more: Dick Blake and his brother, and one<br>Who came from a far-away shore, called here by the blood of his son.<br>Two nights and two days did they wait on the trail of the curst of all men;<br>But on the third morning a fate led Dick to the door of the den;<br>And a thunder ran up from the south and smote all the woods into sound;<br>And Blake, with an oath on his mouth, called out for the fiend underground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the answer was blue, bitter lead, and the brother of Dick, with a cry,<br>Fell back, and the storm overhead set night like a seal on the sky;<br>And the strength of the hurricane tore asunder hill-turrets uphurled;<br>And a rushing of rain and a roar made wan the green widths of the world.<br>The flame, and the roll, and the ring, and the hiss of the thunder and hail<br>Set fear on the face of the Spring laid bare to the arrow of gale.<br>But here in the flash and the din, in the cry of the mountain and wave,<br>Dick Blake, through the shadow, dashed in and strangled the wolf in his cave.</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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Been out since the night of escape - two years under horror and ban.
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