The Dog (Google eBook)

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Leavitt and Allen, 1857 - Dogs - 403 pages
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Contents

I
13
II
34
III
76
IV
150
V
157
VI
181
VII
200
VIII
238
X
271
XI
292
XII
303
XIV
338
XV
349
XVI
364
XVII
376
XVIII
382

IX
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Page 60 - He called his child no voice replied ; He searched with terror wild ; Blood ! blood ! he found on every side, But nowhere found his child ! " Hell-hound ! by thee my child's devoured ! " The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Page 60 - 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 59 - 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 27 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number?
Page 93 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Page 59 - In sooth, he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John ; But now no Gelert could be found. And all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise, AH Snowdon's craggy chaos yells With many mingled cries.
Page 86 - Bernard in a very stormy season, labouring to make his way to the little village of St. Pierre, in the valley beneath the mountain, where his wife and children dwelt. It was in vain that the monks attempted to check his resolution to reach his family. They at last gave him two guides, each of whom was accompanied by a dog, of which one was the remarkable creature whose services had been so valuable to mankind. Descending from the convent, they were in an instant...
Page 61 - And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved ; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass, Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear, And oft as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell ! And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, And cease the storm to brave, The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's grave.
Page 102 - He was scarcely a year old, and knew so little of herding, that he had never turned a sheep in his life; but as soon as he discovered that it was his duty to do so, and that it obliged me, I can never forget with what anxiety and eagerness he learned his different evolutions.
Page 55 - As when th' impatient greyhound slipt from far, Bounds o'er the glebe, to course the fearful hare, She in her speed does all her safety lay; And he with double speed pursues the prey...

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