Praise of the Dog...E.P. Dutton & Company, 1902 - 232 pages |
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... close therein , who , least he should be hindered in his passage useth these helpes very skilfully , namely resistaunce in fighting if he be not over- matched , or else swiftnesse and readinesse in running away , if he be unable to ...
... close therein , who , least he should be hindered in his passage useth these helpes very skilfully , namely resistaunce in fighting if he be not over- matched , or else swiftnesse and readinesse in running away , if he be unable to ...
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... close with him ; I now see he will not last long ; follow , therefore , my masters , follow , for Sweetlips was like to have him at this last vent . Venator . Oh me ! all the horse are got over the river . What shall we do now ? shall ...
... close with him ; I now see he will not last long ; follow , therefore , my masters , follow , for Sweetlips was like to have him at this last vent . Venator . Oh me ! all the horse are got over the river . What shall we do now ? shall ...
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... , my hart with sorrow broke , Be gone ere death my restles eyes do close , The time is come , thou must thy master leave , Who the vile world shall never more deceive . Michael Drayton . Bear - Baiting ( From A Letter : whearin , 24.
... , my hart with sorrow broke , Be gone ere death my restles eyes do close , The time is come , thou must thy master leave , Who the vile world shall never more deceive . Michael Drayton . Bear - Baiting ( From A Letter : whearin , 24.
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... close up this Meditation , we wil adde hereunto that which James Micyllus , a leared Poet hath written in praise of a dog , in good Latin verses , expressed thus in our tongue : — Of any beast , none is more faithful found , Nor yeelds ...
... close up this Meditation , we wil adde hereunto that which James Micyllus , a leared Poet hath written in praise of a dog , in good Latin verses , expressed thus in our tongue : — Of any beast , none is more faithful found , Nor yeelds ...
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... close to the Ground , where his Horns are also ready to do what in them lies to toss the Dog ; and this is the true sport . But if more Dogs than one come at once , or if they are cowardly and come under his legs , he will , if he can ...
... close to the Ground , where his Horns are also ready to do what in them lies to toss the Dog ; and this is the true sport . But if more Dogs than one come at once , or if they are cowardly and come under his legs , he will , if he can ...
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Alexander Pope auld barcke bark beast beneath bite blood bonny Heck brave breath Bull BULL-BAITING cats Charles Lamb chase Christopher Smart creature cried dead dear death Dog's Dogge door ears EPITAPH ev'ry eyes faithful fate FAUNUS favourite fawning fear feet flock Gêlert gentle George George Crabbe Georges Cuvier grave Greyhound hand hare hath head hear heart Helvellyn Hoggie horn hound hunt Huntsman John John Gay JOHN THROCKMORTON Keeldar kill kind LAP-DOG legs live Llewelyn's look Lord master Mastiff morning ne'er never night nose o'er Odysseus old dog once pack pain poor praise Prodesdan dog puppy race Robert Burns Robert Southey round scent scorn sheep shepherd sleep SPANIEL sport tail tears terrier thee Thesmopolis thine thou thro Tray turn Twas voice wagging walk Walter Savage Landor watched wild William Cowper William Lisle Bowles
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Page 67 - 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 112 - 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 154 - 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 111 - 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 68 - 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 78 - The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Page 101 - 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 13 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Page 130 - Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide; All was still save by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Redtarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, "When I marked the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Page 14 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.