Praise of the Dog: An Anthology

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G. Richards, 1902 - Dogs - 232 pages
 

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Page 73 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 130 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 131 - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Page 118 - The appalled discoverer, with a sigh, Looks round to learn the history. From those abrupt and perilous rocks The man had fallen — that place of fear ! At length upon the shepherd's mind It breaks, and all is clear ; He instantly recalled the name, And who he was and whence he came; Remembered, too, the very day On which the traveller passed this way.
Page 160 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Page 117 - With something, as the Shepherd thinks, Unusual in its cry : Nor is there any one in sight All round, in Hollow or on Height ; Nor Shout, nor whistle strikes his ear ; What is the Creature doing here ? It was a Cove, a huge Recess, That keeps till June December's snow A lofty Precipice in front, A silent Tarn* below...
Page 74 - Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven; Some safer world in depth of woods embraced, Some happier island in the watery waste, Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 107 - Oh ! where does faithful Gelert roam? The flower of all his race ; So true, so brave, — a lamb at home, A lion in the chase...
Page 20 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Page 116 - A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears, — A cry as of a dog or fox ; He halts — and searches with his eyes Among the scattered rocks : And now at distance can discern A stirring in a brake of fern ; And instantly a dog is seen, Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed ; Its motions, too, are wild and shy ; 10 With something, as the Shepherd thinks, Unusual in its...

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