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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shepherd's Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he<br>Was faithful to his master's will,<br>For well he lov'd his company,<br>Along the plain or up the hill;<br>All Seasons were, to him, the same<br>Beneath the Sun's meridian flame;<br>Or, when the wintry wind blew shrill and keen,<br>Still the Old Shepherd's Dog, was with his Master seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His form was shaggy clothed; yet he<br>Was of a bold and faithful breed;<br>And kept his master company<br>In smiling days, and days of need;<br>When the long Ev'ning slowly clos'd,<br>When ev'ry living thing repos'd,<br>When e'en the breeze slept on the woodlands round,<br>The Shepherd's watchful Dog, was ever waking found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All night, upon the cold turf he<br>Contented lay, with list'ning care;<br>And though no stranger company,<br>Or lonely traveller rested there;<br>Old Trim was pleas'd to guard it still,<br>For 'twas his aged master's will;--<br>And so pass'd on the chearful night and day,<br>'Till the poor Shepherd's Dog, was very old, and grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the villagers was he<br>Belov'd by all the young and old,<br>For he was chearful company,<br>When the north-wind blew keen and cold;<br>And when the cottage scarce was warm,<br>While round it flew, the midnight storm,<br>When loudly, fiercely roll'd the swelling tide--<br>The Shepherd's faithful Dog, crept closely by his side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Spring in gaudy dress would be,<br>Sporting across the meadows green,<br>He kept his master company,<br>And all amid the flow'rs was seen;<br>Now barking loud, now pacing fast,<br>Now, backward he a look would cast,<br>And now, subdu'd and weak, with wanton play,<br>Amid the waving grass, the Shepherd's Dog would stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, up the rugged path would he<br>The steep hill's summit slowly gain,<br>And still be chearful company,<br>Though shiv'ring in the pelting rain;<br>And when the brook was frozen o'er,<br>Or the deep snow conceal'd the moor,<br>When the pale moon-beams scarcely shed a ray,<br>The Shepherd's faithful Dog, would mark the dang'rous way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Sunday, at the old Yew Tree,<br>Which canopies the church-yard stile,<br>Forc'd from his master's company,<br>The faithful TRIM would mope awhile;<br>For then his master's only care<br>Was the loud Psalm, or fervent Pray'r,<br>And, 'till the throng the church-yard path retrod,<br>The Shepherd's patient guard, lay silent on the sod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Near their small hovel stood a tree,<br>Where TRIM was ev'ry morning found--<br>Waiting his master's company,<br>And looking wistfully around;<br>And if, along the upland mead,<br>He heard him tune the merry reed,<br>O, then ! o'er hedge and ditch, thro' brake and briar,<br>The Shepherd's dog would haste, with eyes that seem'd on fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he pac'd the valley, free,<br>And now he bounded o'er the dew,<br>For well his master's company<br>Would recompence his toil he knew;<br>And where a rippling rill was seen<br>Flashing the woody brakes between,<br>Fearless of danger, thro' the lucid tide,<br>The Shepherd's eager dog, yelping with joy, would glide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full many a year, the same was he<br>His love still stronger every day,<br>For, in his master's company,<br>He had grown old, and very grey;<br>And now his sight grew dim: and slow<br>Up the rough mountain he would go,<br>And his loud bark, which all the village knew,<br>With ev'ry wasting hour, more faint, and peevish grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morn, to the low mead went he,<br>Rous'd from his threshold-bed to meet<br>A gay and lordly company!<br>The Sun was bright, the air was sweet;<br>Old TRIM was watchful of his care,<br>His master's flocks were feeding there,<br>And, fearful of the hounds, he yelping stood<br>Beneath a willow Tree, that wav'd across the flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old TRIM was urg'd to wrath; for he<br>Was guardian of the meadow bounds;<br>And, heedless of the company,<br>With angry snarl attack'd the hounds!<br>Some felt his teeth, though they were old,<br>For still his ire was fierce and bold,<br>And ne'er did valiant chieftain feel more strong<br>Than the Old Shepherd's dog, when daring foes among.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun was setting o'er the Sea<br>The breezes murmuring sad, and slow,<br>When a gay lordly company,<br>Came to the Shepherd's hovel low;<br>Their arm'd associates stood around<br>The sheep-cote fence's narrow bound,<br>While its poor master heard, with fix'd despair,<br>That TRIM, his friend, deem'd MAD, was doom'd to perish there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kind old Shepherd wept, for he<br>Had no such guide, to mark his way,<br>And kneeling pray'd the company,<br>To let him live, his little day !<br>&quot;For many a year my Dog has been<br>&quot;The only friend these eyes have seen,<br>&quot;We both are old and feeble, he and I--<br>&quot;Together we have liv'd, together let us die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Behold his dim, yet speaking eye!<br>&quot;Which ill befits his visage grim<br>&quot;He cannot from your anger fly,<br>&quot;For slow and feeble is old TRIM!<br>&quot;He looks, as though he fain would speak,<br>&quot;His beard is white--his voice is weak--<br>&quot;He IS NOT MAD! O! then, in pity spare<br>&quot;The only watchful friend, of my small fleecy care!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Shepherd ceas'd to speak, for He<br>Leant on his maple staff, subdu'd;<br>While pity touch'd the company,<br>And all, poor TRIM with sorrow view'd:<br>Nine days upon a willow bed<br>Old TRIM was doom'd to lay his head,<br>Oppress'd and sever'd from his master's door,<br>Enough to make him MAD--were he not so before!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not forsaken yet, was he,<br>For ev'ry morn, at peep of day,<br>To keep his old friend company,<br>The lonely Shepherd bent his way:<br>A little boat, across the stream,<br>Which glitter'd in the sunny beam,<br>Bore him, where foes no longer could annoy,<br>Where TRIM stood yelping loud, and ALMOST MAD with joy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Six days had pass'd and still was he<br>Upon the island left to roam,<br>When on the stream a wither'd tree<br>Was gliding rapid midst the foam!<br>The little Boat now onward prest,<br>Danc'd o'er the river's bounding breast,<br>Till dash'd impetuous, 'gainst the old tree's side,<br>The Shepherd plung'd and groan'd, then sunk amid the tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old TRIM, now doom'd his friend to see<br>Beating the foam with wasted breath,<br>Resolv'd to bear him company,<br>E'en in the icy arms of death;<br>Soon with exulting cries he bore<br>His feeble master to the shore,<br>And, standing o'er him, howl'd in cadence sad,<br>For, fear and fondness, now, had nearly made him MAD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together, still their flocks they tend,<br>More happy than the proudly great;<br>The Shepherd has no other friend--<br>No Lordly home, no bed of state!<br>But on a pallet, clean and low,<br>They hear, unmov'd, the wild winds blow,<br>And though they ne'er another spring may see;<br>The Shepherd, and his Dog, are chearful company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he
Was faithful to his master's will,
For well he lov'd his company,
Along the plain or up the hill;
All Seasons were, to him, the same
Beneath the Sun's meridian flame;
Or, when the wintry wind blew shrill and ..."></div>
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