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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Opening Run</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain-sodden grass in the ditches is dying, <br>The berries are red to the crest of the thorn ; <br>Coronet-deep where the beech leaves are lying <br>The hunters stand tense to the twang of the horn ; <br>Where rides are re-filled with the green of the mosses, <br>All foam-flecked and fretful their long line is strung, <br>You can see the white gleam as a starred forehead tosses, <br>You can hear the low chink as a bit-bar is flung. <br>The world's full of music. Hounds rustle the rover <br>Through brushwood and fern to a glad 'Gone away!' <br>With a 'Come along, Pilot! '-one spur-touch and over- <br>The huntsman is clear on his galloping grey; <br>Before him the pack's running straight on the stubble- <br>Toot-toot-too-too-too-oot ! ,_, Tow-row-ow-ow-ow ! '<br>The leaders are clambering up through the double <br>And glittering away on the brown of the plough. <br>The front rank, hands down, have the big fence's measure; <br>The faint hearts are craning to left and to right; <br>The Master goes through with a crash on The Treasure, <br>The grey takes the lot like a gull in his flight. <br>There's a brown crumpled up, lying still as a dead one. <br>There 's a roan mare refusing, as stubborn as sin, <br>While the breaker flogs up on a green underbred one <br>And smashes the far-away rail with a grin. <br>The chase carries on over hilltop and hollow, <br>The life of Old England, the pluck and the fun; <br>And who would ask more than a stiff line to follow <br>With hounds running hard in the Opening Run?</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>
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The berries are red to the crest of the thorn ; 
Coronet-deep where the beech leaves are lying 
The hunters stand tense to the twang of the horn ; 
Where rides are re-filled with the green of the mos..."></div>
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