The Dog

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Leavitt and Allen, 1857 - Dogs - 403 pages
 

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Contents

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5
III
26
IV
68
VI
140
VII
150
IX
171
XI
190
XII
228
XV
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XVII
282
XVIII
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XXI
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XXIV
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Page 50 - 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 50 - 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 50 - 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 19 - 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 83 - 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 50 - 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 80 - 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 51 - 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 94 - 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 50 - 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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