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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Badger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The badger grunting on his woodland track<br>With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black<br>Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes<br>A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.<br>With nose on ground he runs an awkward pace,<br>And anything will beat him in the race.<br>The shepherd's dog will run him to his den<br>Followed and hooted by the dogs and men.<br>The woodman when the hunting comes about<br>Goes round at night to stop the foxes out<br>And hurrying through the bushes to the chin<br>Breaks the old holes, and tumbles headlong in.<br>When midnight comes a host of dogs and men<br>Go out and track the badger to his den,<br>And put a sack within the hole, and lie<br>Till the old grunting badger passes bye.<br>He comes and hears—they let the strongest loose.<br>The old fox hears the noise and drops the goose.<br>The poacher shoots and hurries from the cry,<br>And the old hare half wounded buzzes bye.<br>They get a forked stick to bear him down<br>And clap the dogs and take him to the town,<br>And bait him all the day with many dogs,<br>And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.<br>He runs along and bites at all he meets:<br>They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.<br>He turns about to face the loud uproar<br>And drives the rebels to their very door.<br>The frequent stone is hurled where e'er they go; <br>When badgers fight, then every one's a foe.<br>The dogs are clapt and urged to join the fray; <br>The badger turns and drives them all away.<br>Though scarcely half as big, demure and small,<br>He fights with dogs for bones and beats them all.<br>The heavy mastiff, savage in the fray,<br>Lies down and licks his feet and turns away.<br>The bulldog knows his match and waxes cold,<br>The badger grins and never leaves his hold.<br>He drives the crowd and follows at their heels<br>And bites them through—the drunkard swears and reels.<br>The frighted women take the boys away,<br>The blackguard laughs and hurries on the fray.<br>He tries to reach the woods, an awkward race,<br>But sticks and cudgels quickly stop the chase.<br>He turns again and drives the noisy crowd<br>And beats the many dogs in noises loud.<br>He drives away and beats them every one,<br>And then they loose them all and set them on.<br>He falls as dead and kicked by boys and men,<br>Then starts and grins and drives the crowd again; <br>Till kicked and torn and beaten out he lies<br>And leaves his hold and cackles, groans, and dies.<br>Some keep a baited badger tame as hog<br>And tame him till he follows like the dog.<br>They urge him on like dogs and show fair play.<br>He beats and scarcely wounded goes away.<br>Lapt up as if asleep, he scorns to fly<br>And seizes any dog that ventures nigh.<br>Clapt like a dog, he never bites the men<br>But worries dogs and hurries to his den.<br>They let him out and turn a harrow down<br>And there he fights the host of all the town.<br>He licks the patting hand, and tries to play<br>And never tries to bite or run away,<br>And runs away from the noise in hollow trees<br>Burnt by the boys to get a swarm of bees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q>
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With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.
With nose on ground he runs an awkward pace,
And anything will b..."></div>
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