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The Bulldog Breed
'It's dogged as does it.' They've made it a saying,
A motto to hold in that tight little isle
To hold in their fighting and toiling and playing
And stick to the job with a tight little smile.
As fortune seems bleakest they cut out complaining
They cut out the cackle and dig in their toes
As, inch upon inch, the lost ground they're regaining,
And just how they manage it nobody knows.
'It's dogged as does it.' There's something heroic,
Unseen and unsung in this desperate drive;
With mien of the meek and the mind of a stoic,
They win their chief goal when they seem least alive.
The nations behold, yet can scarcely believe it
As Britain wins thro' to a triumph again;
And, wondering, ask how those dullards achieve it
In that darkest hour when all effort seems vain.
'Its dogged as does it.' No pause for regretting,
For sighing or sobbing she seeks in the fray;
But silently, steadily, all else forgetting,
Stays on the job till the clouds clear away.
Then, rubbing its eyes in incredulous wander,
The world scarce believes such a miracle true
As, snatchin' for victory, e'en from a blunder,
The tight little island again muddles thro'.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Haemorrhoid Ode - for Herbert
vets help lame dogs
over stiles, while
others doctor
dogged piles
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The metaphor of Exodus is one that has dogged the Jews from the outset. Their very success attracts resentment.
quote by Jack Schwartz
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They came out in the millions to show their dogged support for the woman the dictatorship claimed it had defeated in the election.
quote by Corazn Cojuangco Aquino
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A little less complaint and whining, and a little more dogged work and manly striving, would do us more credit than a thousand civil rights bills.
quote by W.E.B. Du Bois
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I think my work shows that I love women. I understand where these types of criticisms are coming from because black people have been so dogged out in the media, they're just extra sensitive.
An American, a Negro... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.
quote by W.E.B. Du Bois
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One ever feels his twoness - an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.
quote by W.E.B. Du Bois
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Clogged
Clogged, logged, bogged, cogged;
A new spot!
The story book,
My mind,
My dreams.
Blogged, fogged, dogged, hogged, jogged;
A new spot!
My works,
My hope;
But, when will i see you again?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The players get no respect around here. They give you money, that's it, not respect. We get constantly dogged and players from other teams love to see that. That's why nobody wants to play here.
quote by Don Mattingly
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Early Works - Old Books
Crumpled pages read and read
the authors words in someone’s head.
Knowledge of by-gone days
hidden under dust on the shelf.
Faded pages, dogged corners
what may their secrets hide?
8 October 1980
poem by David Harris
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Her Secret
That love's dull smart distressed my heart
He shrewdly learnt to see,
But that I was in love with a dead man
Never suspected he.
He searched for the trace of a pictured face,
He watched each missive come,
And a note that seemed like a love-line
Made him look frozen and glum.
He dogged my feet to the city street,
He followed me to the sea,
But not to the neighbouring churchyard
Did he dream of following me.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Madam and Her Madam
I worked for a woman,
She wasn't mean--
But she had a twelve-room
House to clean.
Had to get breakfast,
Dinner, and supper, too--
Then take care of her children
When I got through.
Wash, iron, and scrub,
Walk the dog around--
It was too much,
Nearly broke me down.
I said, Madam,
Can it be
You trying to make a
Pack-horse out of me?
She opened her mouth.
She cried, Oh, no!
You know, Alberta,
I love you so!
I said, Madam,
That may be true--
But I'll be dogged
If I love you!
poem by Langston Hughes
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Best Day
Who was it said a mortal's best day is the last day
until then one cannot assert otherwise
like the foot dipping into the river
is that it the preacher said
I be dogged if I know for sure
but you do raise some mind bogglers
the pair sat on the wharf
fishing poles in hand
bobbers bobbing in the murky water
the sky pewter-gray and sullen
like an old seagull
dingy and flaccid
in its excrement
the best day might well be your last day
depends on a scraggly chicken
in the yard beside a rusty barrow
wheel gone to who knows where
words are simple as dirt
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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The Madman's Song
Oh, let us howl some heavy note,
Some deadly-dogged howl,
Sounding as from the threatening throat
Of beasts and fatal fowl!
As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears,
We'll bell, and bawl our parts,
Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears
And corrosived your hearts.
At last, whenas our quire wants breath,
Our bodies being blest,
We'll sing like swans to welcome death,
And die in love and rest.
poem by John Webster
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Safe at Home
Glaring down the man
on the mound
A dogged head likened
to a hound
Gotta reach first
my goal is there
a hit, a bunt, a bean ball
don't really care
So I look
I took
four straight pitches
my jock and my poison, down there
truly itches
I reach first in a hurry
steal second in quite a hurry
I glance at third
as I start to scurry
passed ball
the next pitch
home again, home a again
safe
not to worry
poem by Matt Mondschein
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From the biography of an unknown woman: IX
One fine morning
While negotiating
The snow clad peaks
She found herself
Surrounded by a
Thick snow fall from
All directions…
She sits there patiently
At the mercy of the mountains
Struggling for breath
And in imagined warmth…
‘The snow will disappear
The sun will appear
Leave not your faith
Abandon not your prayer…’
So spoke her master’s voice
In dogged perseverance
She still sits there
Waiting for a
Resplendent silence
To dawn on her
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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For Elizabeth
"Beautiful" she said;
And none can her gainsay.
The poetess who spoke,
then, in quiet, passed away.
Cossetted within her husband's arms,
frail and small in death's repose,
Never again would she put pen to paper.
No more sonnets would her art compose.
Her illnesses had dogged her all her life.
Only morphine kept the pain at bay.
It also gave to her a heightened sense
of the beauty of mundane reality.
How vividly did her expressive eyes
Put words to thoughts and thoughts to
printed page.
She was the wild enthusiast of life,
whose poetry was the spirit of the age.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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A New Year's Toast
Here's to every Aussie fellow,
Who refused to show the yellow
When depression's clammy hand
Cast its shadow o'er the land.
Here's to them who never altered
When the timid feared and faltered,
But with dogged confidence
Backed their nation's sound good sense.
Here's to them who, ne'er reviling,
Took the knock and came up smiling -
Battlers with their steadfast gaze
Fixed ahead on better days.
Aussie cobbers, strong thro' striving,
Chastened by ill-luck are thriving;
Now that better days are near
Here's a prosperous New Year!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Change
LOVE used to carry a bow, you know,
But now he carries a taper;
It is either a length of wax aglow,
Or a twist of lighted paper.
I pondered a little about the scamp,
And then I decided to follow
His wandering journey to field and camp,
Up hill, down dale or hollow.
I dogged the rollicking, gay, young blade
In every species of weather;
Till, leading me straight to the home of a maid
He left us there together.
And then I saw it, oh, sweet surprise,
The taper it set a-burning
The love-light brimming my lady's eyes,
And my heart with the fire of yearning.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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