Without Are Dogs
If, through some wondrous miracle of grace,
To the Celestial City I might win,
And find upon the golden pavement place,
The gates of pearl within;
In some sweet pausing of the immortal song
To which the choiring Seraphim give birth,
Should I not for that humbler greeting long
Known in the dumb companionships of earth?
Friends whom the softest whistle of my call
Brought to my side in love that knew no doubt,
Would I not seek to cross the jasper wall
If haply I might find you there "without"?
More
-
Lufra
The Monarch saw the gambols flag, And bade let loose a gallant stag, Whose pride, the holiday to crown, Two favorite greyhounds should pull down, That venison free, and Bordeaux wine, Might serve the archery to dine. But Lufra,--w... My Dog
He's just plain yellow: no "blue-ribbon" breed. In disposition--well, a trifle gruff Outside his "tried and true." His coat is rough. To bark at night and sleep by day, his creed. Yet, when his soft brown eyes so dumbly plead For one... My Dog
The Curate thinks you have no soul: I know that he has none. But you, Dear friend! whose solemn self-control In our four-square, familiar pew, Was pattern to my youth--whose bark Called me in summer dawns to rove-- Have you gone... Remarks To My Grown-up Pup
By rules of fitness and of tense, By all old canine precedents, Oh, Adult Dog, the time is up When I may fondly call you Pup. The years have sped since first you stood In straddle-legged puppyhood,-- A watch-pup, proud of your ren... Rhapsody On A Dog's Intelligence
Dear dog, that seems to stand and gravely brood Upon the broad veranda of our home With soulful eyes that gaze into the gloam-- With speaking tail that registers thy mood,-- Men say thou hast no ratiocination; Methinks there is a cle... Roger And I
Well, Roger, my dear old doggie, they say that your race is run; And our jolly tramps together up and down the world are done; You're only a dog, old fellow, a dog, and you've had your day; But never a friend of all my friends has been tru... Sir Bat-ears
Sir Bat-ears was a dog of birth And bred in Aberdeen, But he favoured not his noble kin And so his lot is mean, And Sir Bat-ears sits by the almshouses On the stones with grass between. Under the ancient archway His pleasure ... Six Feet
"My little rough dog and I Live a life that is rather rare. We have so many good walks to take And so few hard things to bear; So much that gladdens and recreates, So little of wear and tear." "Sometimes it blows and rains, B... The Bath
Hang garlands on the bathroom door; Let all the passages be spruce; For, lo, the victim comes once more, And, ah, he struggles like the deuce! Bring soaps of many scented sorts; Let girls in pinafores attend, With John, th... The Power Of The Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear... Tim An Irish Terrier
It's wonderful dogs they're breeding now: Small as a flea or large as a cow; But my old lad Tim he'll never be bet By any dog that ever he met. "Come on," says he, "for I'm not kilt yet." No matter the size of the dog he'll meet, ... To A Terrier
Crib, on your grave beneath the chestnut boughs To-day no fragrance falls nor summer air, Only a master's love who laid you there Perchance may warm the earth 'neath which you drowse In dreams from which no dinner gong may rouse, Unw... To Rufus A Spaniel
Rufus, a bright New Year! A savoury stew, Bones, broth and biscuits, is prepared for you. See how it steams in your enamelled dish, Mixed in each part according to your wish. Hide in your straw the bones you cannot crunch-- They'll c... To Scott
(A collie, for nine years our friend) Old friend, your place is empty now. No more Shall we obey the imperious deep-mouthed call That begged the instant freedom of our hall. We shall not trace your foot-fall on the floor Nor hear you... To Tim An Irish Terrier
O jewel of my heart, I sing your praise, Though you who are, alas! of middle age Have never been to school, and cannot read The weary printed page. I sing your eyes, two pools in shadowed streams, Where your soul shines in depths o... Wilhelm
"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... Without Are Dogs
If, through some wondrous miracle of grace, To the Celestial City I might win, And find upon the golden pavement place, The gates of pearl within; In some sweet pausing of the immortal song To which the choiring Seraphim give birth... You're A Dog
At the kennel where they bred you they were raising fancy pets, Yellow didn't matter, so the blood was blue. But the Red Gods mixed a medicine that cancelled all their bets-- Make your tail say "thanks," they've made a dog of you. ...