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=381228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Man and Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.' <br>The old man stared up at the mistletoe <br>That hung too high in the poplar's crest for plunder <br>Of any climber, though not for kissing under: <br>Then he went on against the north-east wind--- Straight but lame, leaning on a staff new-skinned, Carrying a brolly, flag-basket, and old coat,--- <br>Towards Alto, ten miles off. And he had not <br>Done less from Chilgrove where he pulled up docks. 'Twere best, if he had had 'a money-box', <br>To have waited there till the sheep cleared a field <br>For what a half-week's flint-picking would yield. <br>His mind was running on the work he had done <br>Since he left Christchurch in the New Forest, one <br>Spring in the 'seventies,---navvying on dock and line From Southampton to Newcastle-on-Tyne,--- <br>In 'seventy-four a year of soldiering <br>With the Berkshires,---hoeing and harvesting <br>In half the shires where corn and couch will grow. <br>His sons, three sons, were fighting, but the hoe <br>And reap-hook he liked, or anything to do with trees. <br>He fell once from a poplar tall as these: <br>The Flying Man they called him in hospital. <br>'If I flew now, to another world I'd fall.' <br>He laughed and whistled to the small brown bitch <br>With spots of blue that hunted in the ditch. <br>Her foxy Welsh grandfather must have paired <br>Beneath him. He kept sheep in Wales and scared Strangers, I will warrant, with his pearl eye <br>And trick of shrinking off as he were shy, <br>Then following close in silence for---for what? <br>'No rabbit, never fear, she ever got, <br>Yet always hunts. To-day she nearly had one: <br>She would and she wouldn't. 'Twas like that. <br>The bad one! <br>She's not much use, but still she's company, <br>Though I'm not. She goes everywhere with me. So <br>Alton I must reach to-night somehow: <br>I'll get no shakedown with that bedfellow <br>From farmers. Many a man sleeps worse to-night <br>Than I shall.' 'In the trenches.' 'Yes, that's right. <br>But they'll be out of that---I hope they be--- <br>This weather, marching after the enemy.' <br>'And so I hope. Good luck.' And there I nodded <br>'Good-night. You keep straight on,' Stiffly he plodded; And at his heels the crisp leaves scurried fast, <br>And the leaf-coloured robin watched. They passed, <br>The robin till next day, the man for good, <br>Together in the twilight of the wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Thomas">Edward Thomas</a><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=381228" data-title="Man and Dog de Edward Thomas" data-description="''Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.' 
The old man stared up at the mistletoe 
That hung too high in the poplar's crest for plunder 
Of any climber, though not for kissing under: 
Then he went on against the north-east wind--- Stra..."></div>
</div>
</div>