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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clinging Back</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,<br>Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, and a belt and cabbagetree,<br>With the careless swing and carriage, and the confidence you lack—<br>There is freedom in Australia! he’s a man that’s clinging back.<br>Clingin’ back,<br>Holdin’ back,<br>To the old things and the bold things clinging back. <br>When you see a woman riding as I saw one ride to-day<br>Down the street to Milson’s Ferry on a big, upstanding bay,<br>With her body gently swaying to the horse-shoes’ click-a-clack,<br>You might lift your hat (with caution)—she’s a girl who’s clinging back.<br>Clinging back,<br>Swinging back.<br>To the old things and the bold things clinging back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you see a rich man pulling on the harbour in a boat,<br>With the motor launches racing till they scarcely seem to float,<br>And the little skiff is lifting to his muscles tense and slack,<br>You say “Go it” to a sane man. He’s a man that’s clinging back.<br>Clinging back,<br>Swinging back,<br>To the old things and the bold things clinging back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you see two lovers strolling, arm-in-arm—or round the waist,<br>And they never seem to loiter, and they never seem to haste,<br>But indifferent to others take the rock or bush-hid track<br>You be sure about their future, they’re a pair that’s clinging back.<br>Clinging back,<br>Holding back,<br>To the old things and the bold things clinging back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, a weary picture writer in a time that’s cruel plain,<br>Have been clinging all too sadly to what shall not come again,<br>To what shall not come and should not! for the silver’s mostly black,<br>And the gold a dull red copper by the springs where I held back.<br>Clinging back,<br>Holding back,<br>To the old things and the cold things clinging back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if you should read a writer sending truths home every time,<br>While his every “point” goes ringing like the grandest prose in rhyme,<br>Though he writes the people’s grammar, and he spreads the people’s “clack,”<br>He is stronger than the Public! and he’ll jerk the mad world back.<br>Yank it back,<br>Hold it back,<br>For the love of little children hold it back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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