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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy Upon Tiger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her dead lady's joy and comfort,<br>Who departed this life<br>The last day of March, 1727:<br>To the great joy of Bryan<br>That his antagonist is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is poor Tiger laid at last so low?<br>O day of sorrow! -Day of dismal woe!<br>Bloodhounds, or spaniels, lap-dogs, 'tis all one,<br>When Death once whistles -snap! -away they're gone.<br>See how she lies, and hangs her lifeless ears,<br>Bathed in her mournful lady's tears!<br>Dumb is her throat, and wagless is her tail,<br>Doomed to the grave, to Death's eternal jail!<br>In a few days this lovely creature must<br>First turn to clay, and then be changed to dust.<br>That mouth which used its lady's mouth to lick<br>Must yield its jaw-bones to the worms to pick.<br>That mouth which used the partridge-wing to eat<br>Must give its palate to the worms to eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks I see her now in Charon's boat<br>Bark at the Stygian fish which round it float;<br>While Cerberus, alarmed to hear the sound,<br>Makes Hell's wide concave bellow all around.<br>She sees him not, but hears him through the dark,<br>And valiantly returns him bark for bark.<br>But now she trembles -though a ghost, she dreads<br>To see a dog with three large yawning heads.<br>Spare her, you hell-hounds, case your frightful paws,<br>And let poor Tiger 'scape your furious jaws.<br>Let her go safe to the Elysian plains,<br>Where Hylax barks among the Mantuan swains;<br>There let her frisk about her new-found love:<br>She loved a dog when she was here above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Epitaph</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here lies beneath this marble<br>An animal could bark, or warble:<br>Sometimes a bitch, sometimes a bird,<br>Could eat a tart, or eat a t -.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a><div class=q>
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Who departed this life
The last day of March, 1727:
To the great joy of Bryan
That his antagonist is gone.

And is poor Tiger laid at last so low?
O day of sorrow! -Day of dismal woe!
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