To a Spaniel ^> <^ <^- *c> ^> 



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O, Daisy ! lift not up thine ear, 



It is not she whose steps draw near. 

 Tuck under thee that leg, for she 

 Continues yet beyond the sea, 

 And thou may'st whimper in thy sleep 

 These many days, and start and weep. 



Walter Savage Landor. 



To our House-Dog " Captain " <^ ^> 



CAPTAIN ! we often heretofore 

 Have box'd behind the coach-house door, 

 When thy strong paws were reared against 

 My ribs and bosom, badly fene'd : 

 None other dared to try thy strength, 

 And hurl thee side-long at full length, 

 But we well knew each other's mind, 

 And paid our little debts in kind. 

 I often braved with boyish fist 

 The vanquisht bull's antagonist, 

 And saw unsheathed thy tiny teeth 

 And the dark cell that oped beneath. 

 Thou wert like others of the strong, 

 But only more averse from wrong ; 

 Reserved, and proud perhaps, but just, 

 And strict and constant to thy trust, 



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