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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Warrigal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warrigal's lair is pent in bare, <br>Black rocks at the gorge's mouth; <br>It is set in ways where Summer strays <br>With the sprites of flame and drouth; <br>But when the heights are touched with lights <br>Of hoar-frost, sleet, and shine, <br>His bed is made of the dead grass-blade <br>And the leaves of the windy pine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through forest boles the storm-wind rolls, <br>Vext of the sea-driv'n rain; <br>And, up in the clift, through many a rift, <br>The voices of torrents complain. <br>The sad marsh-fowl and the lonely owl <br>Are heard in the fog-wreaths grey, <br>When the warrigal wakes, and listens, and takes <br>To the woods that shelter the prey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the gully-deeps the blind creek sleeps, <br>And the silver, showery moon <br>Glides over the hills, and floats, and fills, <br>And dreams in the dark lagoon; <br>While halting hard by the station yard, <br>Aghast at the hut-flame nigh, <br>The warrigal yells, and flats and fells <br>Are loud with his dismal cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the topmost peak of mountains bleak <br>The south wind sobs, and strays <br>Through moaning pine and turpentine, <br>And the rippling runnel ways; <br>And strong streams flow, and great mists go, <br>Where the warrigal starts to hear <br>The watch-dog's bark break sharp in the dark, <br>And flees like a phantom of fear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swift rains beat, and the thunders fleet <br>On the wings of the fiery gale, <br>And down in the glen of pool and fen, <br>The wild gums whistle and wail, <br>As over the plains and past the chains <br>Of waterholes glimmering deep, <br>The warrigal flies from the shepherd's cries, <br>And the clamour of dogs and sheep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He roves through the lands of sultry sands, <br>He hunts in the iron range, <br>Untamed as surge of the far sea verge, <br>And fierce and fickle and strange. <br>The white man's track and the haunts of the black <br>He shuns, and shudders to see; <br>For his joy he tastes in lonely wastes <br>Where his mates are torrent and tree.</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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Black rocks at the gorge's mouth; 
It is set in ways where Summer strays 
With the sprites of flame and drouth; 
But when the heights are touched with lights 
Of hoar-frost, sleet, and shine, 
His bed is made ..."></div>
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