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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dawgs of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comes the British bulldog first—solid as a log—<br>He’s so ugly in repose that he’s a handsome dog;<br>Full of mild benevolence as his years increase;<br>Silent as a china dog on the mantelpiece.<br>Rub his sides and point his nose,<br>Click your tongue and in he goes,<br>To the thick of Britain’s foes—<br>Enemies behind him close—<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>).</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Comes a very different dog—tell him at a glance.<br>Clipped and trimmed and frilled all round. Dandy dog of France.<br>(Always was a dandy dog, no matter what his age)<br>Now his every hair and frill is stiff as wire with rage.<br>Rub his sides and point his nose,<br>Click your tongue and in he goes,<br>While behind him France’s foes<br>Reel and surge and pack and close.<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Next comes Belgium’s market dog—hard to realise.<br>Go-cart dog and barrow dog—he’s a great surprise.<br>Dog that never hurt a cat, did no person harm;<br>Friendly, kindly, round and fat as a “Johnny Darm.”<br>Rub his sides and point his nose,<br>Click your tongue and in he goes,<br>At the flank of Belgium’s foes<br>Who could not behind him close—<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>).</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Next comes Servia’s mongrel pup—mongrel dawgs can fight;<br>Up or down, or down or up, whether wrong or right.<br>He was mad the other day—he is mad today,<br>Hustling round and raising dust in his backyard way.<br>Rub his sides and point his nose,<br>Click your tongue and in he goes,<br>’Twixt the legs of Servia’s foes,<br>Biting tails and rearmost toes—<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There are various terrier dawgs mixed up in the scrap,<br>Much too small for us to see, and too mad to yap.<br>Each one, on his frantic own—heard the row commence—<br>Tore with tooth and claw a hole in the backyard fence.<br>No one called, but in they go,<br>Dogs with many a nameless woe,<br>Tripping up their common foe—<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>).</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From the snows of Canada, dragging box and bale,<br>Comes the sledge-dog toiling on, sore-foot from the trail.<br>He’ll be useful in the trench, when the nose is blue—<br>Winter dog that knows the French and the English too.<br>Rub his sides and point his nose,<br>Click your tongue and in he goes,<br>At his father’s country’s foes,<br>And his mother’s country’s foes.<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See, in sunny Southern France a dog that runs by sight,<br>Lean and yellow, sharp of nose, long of leg and light,<br>Silent and bloodthirsty, too; Distance in his eyes,<br>Leaping high to gain his view, the Kangaroo Dog flies!<br>Rub his sides and point his nose,<br>Click your tongue and up he goes,<br>Lands amongst his country’s foes—<br>And his country’s country’s foes;<br>While they sway and while they close—<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>).</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See across the early snow, far across the plain,<br>Where the clouds are grey and low and winter comes again;<br>By the sand-dune and the marsh—and forest black and dumb—<br>As dusky white as their winter’s night, the Russian wolf-hounds come!<br>(<br>Silence for a while<br>.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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He’s so ugly in repose that he’s a handsome dog;
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Silent as a china dog on the mantelpiece.
Rub his sides and point his nose,
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