<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Maecenas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! Don't you our Mæcenas know<br>The man who started, years ago,<br>Our Wild Australian Author show?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don't? Your ignorance sublime<br>Exceeds - to use a Boston rhyme -<br>The taciturnity of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, there he is, across the way -<br>Tall, thin, and growing somwhat grey -<br>He has good reason, you will say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's entering a bookshop. Fine!<br>He buys a book. Don't make a sign!<br>Don't speak! Don't breathe! It may be mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! The cover isn't blue;<br>It's green - it's Quinn's - I always knew<br>His taste was never sound and true!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all have hobbies. Some endure,<br>Some pass. Australian Literature<br>Is his. He likes it straight and pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those breezy gentlemen you see<br>Walk up the street so spaciously,<br>He started them; he started me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My word! My oath, if that you wish!<br>I would have now been selling fish,<br>Or something hot and sausageish -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And friends of mine, with names renowned<br>Would now be driving picks in ground,<br>And hoisting New South Wales around,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If he - the Lord of the Event -<br>Had not appeared, pre-subsequent,<br>And given us encouragement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's now, you see, just skin and bone,<br>Yet once he weighed quite fourteen stone -<br>When he left coves like us alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he was - breathe it hoarse and low -<br>A man of substance. This I know -<br>But that was several years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now was he thus to leanness brought?<br>What tragic Fate his sorrow wrought?<br>Alas! he read the books he bought!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he's growing grey and old:<br>But while he lives, we'll say: 'Behold!<br>One copy of our works is sold!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is the apple of our eye;<br>His health to us is precious. Why?<br>We have to live; he dare not die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533756" data-title="Our Maecenas de Victor James Daley" data-description="What! Don't you our Mæcenas know The man who started, years ago, Our Wild Australian Author show? You don't? Your ignorance sublime Exceeds - to use a Boston rhyme - The taciturnity of time. Well, there he is, across the way - Tall, thin, and g..."></div> </div> </div>

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