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Title: The Dog's Book of Verse
Author: Various
Release Date: September 9, 2006 [EBook #19226]
Language: English
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The Dog's Book
of Verse
Collected by
J. Earl Clauson
"'I never barked when out of season;
I never bit without a reason;
I ne'er insulted weaker brother,
Nor wronged by fraud or force another;'
Though brutes are placed a rank below,
Happy for man could he say so."
[Illustration: Crest]
Boston
Small, Maynard & Company
Publishers
Copyright, 1916
BY SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY
(INCORPORATED)
TO
THE MEMORY OF
JACK,
AN AIREDALE
PREFACE
Matthew Arnold, explaining why those were his most popular poems
which dealt with his canine pets, Geist, Kaiser, and Max, said
that while comparatively few loved poetry, nearly everyone loved
dogs.
The literature of the Anglo-Saxon is rich in tributes to the
dog, as becomes a race which beyond any other has understood and
developed its four-footed companions. Canine heroes whose
intelligence and faithfulness our prose writers have celebrated
start to the memory in scores--Bill Sykes's white shadow, which
refused to be separated from its master even by death; Rab,
savagely devoted; the immortal Bob, "son of battle"--true souls
all, with hardly a villain among them for artistic contrast.
Even Red Wull, the killer, we admire for his courage and lealty.
Within these covers is a selection from a large body of dog
verse. It is a selection made on the principle of human appeal.
Dialect, and the poems of the earlier writers whose diction
strikes oddly on our modern ears, have for the most part been
omitted. The place of such classics as may be missed is filled
by that vagrant verse whic
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