<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Game of our Hearts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the game of our hearts!<br>Foot to the stirrup! Away!<br>Care with the night departs,<br>Joy comes in with the day.<br>A good horse tossing his rings,<br>A light rime decking the thorn:<br>And the heart of the horseman sings<br>For love of a hunting morn.<br>This is the game of our hearts!<br>Mottled flanks in the fern;<br>Rate where a rabbit starts,<br>Cheer to a waving stern;<br>Call that we rush to obey<br>From a Whip at his post outside:<br>Gone away! Gone aw-a-a-ay!<br>And we sit down to ride.<br>This is the game of our hearts!<br>Crash and rattle of rail;<br>Lean hounds driving like darts<br>Into the breast of the vale.<br>Tried Age taking the lead,<br>Rash Youth coated with clay;<br>Glory and glamour of speed,<br>And a right fox away.<br>This is the game of our hearts,<br>Whatever luck may ensue-<br>This, where a Master of Arts<br>May fail and a dunce get through!<br>This, where the confident thrust;<br>This, where the cowardly crane;<br>This, where there's nothing to trust<br>But fate and the feel of the rein.<br>This is the game of our hearts!<br>Squire and lawyer and lord,<br>Men of the farms and the marts,<br>Men of the pen and the sword;<br>Comrades we jog to the meet,<br>Rivals we ride the line,<br>And the sound of the hoofs is sweet<br>And the taste of the wind is wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</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=538490" data-title="The Game of our Hearts de William Henry Ogilvie" data-description="This is the game of our hearts! Foot to the stirrup! Away! Care with the night departs, Joy comes in with the day. A good horse tossing his rings, A light rime decking the thorn: And the heart of the horseman sings For love of a hunting morn. This..."></div> </div> </div>

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