Praise of the Dog...E.P. Dutton & Company, 1902 - 232 pages |
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... Short Treatise written in Latine by Johannes Caius , and newly drawne into Englishe by Abraham Fleming , Student . Imprinted at London in 1576 ) BUT UT to returne to our shepherds dogge . This dogge either at the hearing of his masters ...
... Short Treatise written in Latine by Johannes Caius , and newly drawne into Englishe by Abraham Fleming , Student . Imprinted at London in 1576 ) BUT UT to returne to our shepherds dogge . This dogge either at the hearing of his masters ...
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... short , the dog had the day : and the combat is painted and finely set forth in the hall of a certaine castle in France ; and the worke wearing out with age hath sometimes beene renewed by commande- ment from the king . de la Scale ) to ...
... short , the dog had the day : and the combat is painted and finely set forth in the hall of a certaine castle in France ; and the worke wearing out with age hath sometimes beene renewed by commande- ment from the king . de la Scale ) to ...
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... short Nose , that his teeth may take the better hold : This Dog , if right , will creep upon his Belly that he may , if possible , get the Bull by the Nose ; which the Bull as carefully strives to defend , by laying it close to the ...
... short Nose , that his teeth may take the better hold : This Dog , if right , will creep upon his Belly that he may , if possible , get the Bull by the Nose ; which the Bull as carefully strives to defend , by laying it close to the ...
Page 83
... short , It cannot hold you long . In Islington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That still a godly race he ran , Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every ...
... short , It cannot hold you long . In Islington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That still a godly race he ran , Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every ...
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... short , half lurcher and half cur , His dog attends him . Close behind his heel Now creeps he slow ; and now with many a frisk Wide scampering , snatches up the drifted snow With ivory teeth , or ploughs it with his snout ; Then shakes ...
... short , half lurcher and half cur , His dog attends him . Close behind his heel Now creeps he slow ; and now with many a frisk Wide scampering , snatches up the drifted snow With ivory teeth , or ploughs it with his snout ; Then shakes ...
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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.