The Dog in British PoetryRobert Maynard Leonard This charming book collects more than 200 poems celebrating our faithful canine companions as they hunt, romp, chew, and wait patiently for their master's voice. Including work by great (Byron, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Browning) and lesser-known British poets through the end of the 19th century, this heartfelt anthology includes scholarly notes on the poems as well as indexes of the poems by dog breed. |
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Common terms and phrases
auld bark Bawtie BEAR-BAITING beast beneath bite bloodhound bonny Heck Bounce breath breed brute Canto Caroline Bowles Caroline Fry chase child creature cried dead dear death didst DOG LATIN dog's dogge Donald doth Draupadi ears epitaph eyes faithful fast fawning fear feet Gelert gentle grace grave greyhound gude hand hare hath head hear heard heart hound howling hunt Huntsman INDRA Juliana Berners Katherine Philips kind King licked look lord Mary Russell Mitford master mastiff moan ne'er never night nocht nose o'er Odysseus once pack paws Philos plain poem prey puppy pursue race Roä round scent SIEGE OF CORINTH Sir Edwin Arnold snow soul spaniel speed sport stood swift tail tear thee thine thou art Twas verse Vincent Bourne watch whelp WHIG Willie wind
Popular passages
Page 231 - 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 317 - 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 18 - ... curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Page 17 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous 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.
Page 29 - Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain, To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe ; " Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic deed which laid thee low This heart shall ever rue...
Page 35 - Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start?
Page 240 - The cheerful haunts of man ; to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task. Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur, His dog attends him.
Page 270 - And if one or two quick tears Dropped upon his glossy ears, Or a sigh came double, — Up he sprang in eager haste, Fawning, fondling, breathing fast, In a tender trouble.
Page 116 - Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Page 215 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.