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The Friend of Man
By a Poet
The dog they style ‘The Friend of Man’,
I've read it in the prose of Cobbe—
(Miss Frances Power)—since youth began
I ‘never loved’ a black and tan,
Yet style me not, with hasty ban,
A snob!
I've read it in the prose of Cobbe—
(Miss Frances Power)—since youth began
I ‘never loved’ a black and tan,
Yet style me not, with hasty ban,
A snob!
The poets are his friends, they say,
And Byron wrote his epitaph,
As kind, courageous, simple, gay,
Last at the feast, first at the fray:
At Boatswain and at Poor Dog Tray
I laugh!
And Byron wrote his epitaph,
As kind, courageous, simple, gay,
Last at the feast, first at the fray:
At Boatswain and at Poor Dog Tray
I laugh!
We meet him first in Homer's verse,
The dog by the Ægean seas;
He barks at strangers, ay, and worse,
He bites! We learn, in language terse,
That even Argos has the curse
Of fleas!
The dog by the Ægean seas;
He barks at strangers, ay, and worse,
He bites! We learn, in language terse,
That even Argos has the curse
Of fleas!
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