Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dog's Day Ended</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I AM only a dog, and I've had my day;<br>So, idle and dreaming, stretched out I lay<br>In the welcome warmth of the summer sun,<br>A poor old hunter whose work is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream? Yes, indeed; though I am but a dog,<br>Don't I dream of the partridge I sprung by the log,<br>Of the quivering hare and her desperate flight,<br>Of the nimble gray squirrel secure in his height,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far away in the top of the hickory-tree,<br>Looking down safe and saucy at Matthew and me,<br>Till the hand true and steady a messanger shot,<br>And the creature up-bounded, and fell, and was not?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Matthew was king of the wood-rangers then;<br>And the quails in the stubble, the ducks in the fen,<br>The hare on the common, the birds on the bough,<br>Were afraid. They are safe enough now,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all we can harm them, old master and I.<br>We have had our last hunt, the game must go by,<br>While Matthew sits fashioning bows in the door<br>For a living. We never hunt more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For time, cold, and hardship have stiffened his knee;<br>And since little Lottie died, often I see<br>His hands tremble sorely, and go to his eyes<br>For the lost baby-daughter so pretty and wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! it's sad to be old, and to see the blue sky<br>Look farther away to the dim fading eye;<br>To feel the fleet foot growing weary and sore<br>That in forest and hamlet shall lag evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am going—I hear the great wolf on my track;<br>Already around me his shadow falls black.<br>One hunting cry more! Oh, master! come nigh,<br>And lay the white paw in your own as I die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh come to me, master! the last hedge is passed;<br>Our tramps in the wild wood are over at last;<br>Stoop lower, and lay down my head on your knee.<br>What! tears for a useless old hunter like me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will see little Lottie again by-and-by.<br>I sh'n't. They don't have any dogs in the sky.<br>Tell her, loving and trusty beside you I died,<br>And—bury me, master, not far from her side;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For we loved little Lottie so well, you and I.<br>Ha, master! the shadow! fire low! it is nigh!<br>There was never a sound in the still morning heard,<br>But the heart of the hunter his old jacket stirred,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he flung himself down on the brute's shaggy coat,<br>And watched the faint life in its quivering throat<br>Till it stopped quite at last. The black wolf had won,<br>And the death-hunted hound into cover and run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But long ere the snow over graves fell<br>Old Matthew was resting from labor as well;<br>While the cottage stood empty, yet back from the hill<br>The voice of the hound in the morn echoes still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ethel+Lynn+Beers">Ethel Lynn Beers</a> from <i>Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 30</i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37950" data-title="Dog's Day Ended de Ethel Lynn Beers" data-description="I AM only a dog, and I've had my day;/So, idle and dreaming, stretched out I lay/In the welcome warmth of the summer sun,/A poor old hunter whose work is done./Dream? Yes, indeed; though I am but a dog,/Don't I dream of the partridge I sprung by t..."></div>
</div>
</div>