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Hamish A Scotch Terrier
Tim An Irish Terrier
An Old Dog
You're A Dog
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To Rufus A Spaniel
Rhapsody On A Dog's Intelligence
Fidele's Grassy Tomb
To Tim An Irish Terrier
Remarks To My Grown-up Pup
The Power Of The Dog
An Extract From Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog
To A Terrier
"No good thing comes from out of Kaiserland,"
Says Phyllis; but beside the fire I note
One Wilhelm, sleek in tawny gold of coat,
Most satin-smooth to the caresser's hand.
A velvet mien; an eye of amber, full
Of that which keeps the faith with us for life;
Lover of meal times; hater of yard-dog strife;
Lordly, with silken ears most strokeable.
Familiar on the hearth, refuting her,
He sits, the antic-pawed, the proven friend,
The whimsical, the grave and reverend--
Wilhelm the Dachs from out of Hanover.
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