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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old, Old Story and the New Order</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They proved we could not think nor see,<br>They proved we could not write,<br>They proved we drank the day away<br>And raved through half the night.<br>They proved our stars were never up,<br>They’ve proved our stars are set,<br>They’ve proved we ne’er saw sorrow’s cup,<br>And they’re not happy yet. <br>They proved that in the Southern Land<br>We all led vicious lives;<br>They’ve proved we starved our children, and—<br>They’ve proved we beat our wives.<br>They’ve proved we never worked, and we<br>Were never out of debt;<br>They’ve proved us bad as we can be<br>And they’re not happy yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Daily Press, with paltry power—<br>For reasons understood—<br>Have aye sought to belittle our<br>Unhappy brotherhood.<br>Because we fought in days like these,<br>Where rule the upper tens—<br>Because we’d not write journalese,<br>Nor prostitute our pens. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave our rivals space to sneer—<br>Their mediocrities;<br>The drunkard’s mind is pure and clear<br>Compared with minds like these.<br>They sought to damn with pitying praise<br>Or the coward’s unsigned sneer,<br>For honour in the “critics’” ways<br>Had never virtue here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’ve proved our names shall not be known<br>A few short years ahead;<br>They hied them back through years of moan,<br>And damned our happy dead.<br>A newer tribe of scribes we’ve got,<br>Exclusive and alone,<br>To prove our work was childish rot,<br>And none of it our own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cultured cads of First Gem cells,<br>Of Mansion, Lawn and Club,<br>Not fit to clean the busted boots<br>Of “Poets of the Pub.”<br>They prove the partners of the part,<br>The wholeness of the whole,<br>The gizzardness of gizzards, and<br>The Soulness of the Soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’ve proved that all is nought—but there<br>Are things they cannot do—<br>The summer skies are just as fair<br>And just as brightly blue.<br>They’ve buried us with muddied shrouds,<br>When our strong hearts they’ve broke.<br>They can’t bring down yon fleecy clouds<br>And make them factory smoke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’ve proved the simple bard a fool,<br>But still, for all their pains,<br>The children prattling home from school<br>Go tripping down the lanes.<br>They’ve proved that Love is lust or hate,<br>True marriage is no more,<br>But Jim and Mary at the gate<br>Are happy as of yore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These insects seeking to unloose<br>The Bards of Sympathy!<br>Who strike with the sledge hammer force<br>Of their simplicity.<br>(They cannot turn the world about,<br>Nor damp the father’s joy,<br>When some old doctor bustles out,<br>And nurse says “It’s a boy!”) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They want no God but many a god,<br>And many gods, and none—<br>The preacher by the upturned sod<br>Shall pray when all is done.<br>Amongst the great ’twas aye the same—<br>The envious crawler’s part—<br>The lies that blackened Byron’s name<br>And banished poor Brett Harte. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ve learnt in bitter schools to teach<br>Man’s glory and his shame<br>Since Gordon walked along the beach<br>In search of bigger game.<br>Maybe, our talents we’ve abused<br>At times, and ne’er been blind<br>Since Barcroft Boake went out and used<br>His stockwhip to be kind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But laugh, my chums, in prose and rhyme,<br>And worry not at all,<br>They’re insects whom the wheels of time<br>Shall crush exceeding small.<br>Have faith, my friends, who stand by me,<br>In spite of all the lies—<br>I tell you that a man shall die<br>On the day that Lawson dies.</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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They proved we could not write,
They proved we drank the day away
And raved through half the night.
They proved our stars were never up,
They’ve proved our stars are set,
They’ve proved we ne’er saw so..."></div>
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