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Charm'd with the sight, 'The world,' I cried,

‘Shall hear of this thy deed ; My dog shall mortify the pride

Of man's superior breed ;
* But chief myself I will enjoin,

Awake at duty's call,
To show a love as prompt as thine
To Him who gives me all.'

W. COWPER.

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To Flush, my Dog

Loving friend, the gift of one,
Who her own true faith hath run

Through thy lower nature ;
Be my benediction said
With my hand upon thy head,

Gentle fellow-creature !
Like a lady's ringlets brown,
Flow thy silken ears adown

Either side demurely,
Of thy silver-suited breast
Shining out from all the rest

Of thy body purely.
Darkly brown thy body is,
Till the sunshine, striking this,

Alchemise its dulness,-
When the sleek curls manifold
Flash all over into gold,

With a burnished fulness.
Underneath my stroking hand,
Startled eyes of hazel bland

Kindling, growing larger,-
Up thou leapest with a spring,
Full of prank and curvetting,

Leaping like a charger.
Leap! thy broad tail waves a light ;
Leap! thy slender feet are bright,

Canopied in fringes.

Leap-those tasselled ears of thine
Flicker strangely, fair and fine,

Down their golden inches.
Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is't to such an end

That I praise thy rareness !
Other dog's may be thy peers
Haply in these drooping ears,

And this glossy fairness.
But of thee it shall be said,
This dog watched beside a bed

Day and night unweary,
Watched within a curtained room,
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom

Round the sick and dreary.
Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,

Beam and breeze resigning-
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone,

Love remains for shining. Other dogs in thymy dew Tracked the hares and followed through

Sunny moor or meadowThis dog only, crept and crept Next a languid cheek that slept,

Sharing in the shadow.
Other dogs of loyal cheer
Bounded at the whistle clear,

Up the woodside hieing-
This dog only, watched in reach
Of a faintly uttered speech,

Or a louder sighing.
And if one or two quick tears
Dropped upon his glossy ears,

Or a sigh came double,
Up he sprang in eager haste,
Fawning, fondling, breathing fast,

In a tender trouble.

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And this dog was satisfied,
If a pale thin hand would glide,

Down his dewlaps sloping, -
Which he pushed his nose within,
After,-platforming his chin

On the palm left open.
This dog, if a friendly voice
Call him now to blyther choice

Than such chamber-keeping, Come out !' praying from the door, Presseth backward as before,

Up against me leaping. Therefore to this dog will I, Tenderly not scornfully,

Render praise and favour ! With my hand upon his head, Is my benediction said

Therefore, and for ever.
And because he loves me so,
Better than his kind will do

Often, man or woman,
Give I back more love again
Than dogs often take of men,-

Leaning from my Human.
Blessings on thee, dog of mine,
Pretty collars make thee fine,

Sugared milk make fat thee! Pleasures wag on in thy tailHands of gentle motions fail

Nevermore, to pat thee ! Downy pillow take thy head, Silken coverlid bestead,

Sunshine help thy sleeping ! No fly's buzzing wake thee upNo man break thy purple cup,

Set for drinking deep in. Whiskered cats arointed flee, Sturdy stoppers keep from thee

Cologne distillations !

Nuts lie in thy path for stones,
And thy feast-day macaroons

Turn to daily rations !
Mock I thee, in wishing weal?
Tears are in my eyes to feel

Thou art made so straitly,
Blessing needs must straiten too,
Little canst thou joy or do,

Thou who lovest greatly.

Yet be blessed to the height
Of all good and all delight

Pervious to thy nature,
Only loved beyond that line,
With a love that answers thine,
Loving fellow-creature !

MRS. BROWNING,

Alice Brand

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MERRY it is in the good greenwood,

When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are

in cry,

And the hunter's horn is ringing.

'O Alice Brand, my native land

Is lost for love of you ;
And we must hold by wood and wold,

As outlaws wont to do !

'O Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright,

And 'twas all for thine eyes so blue,
That on the night of our luckless flight,

Thy brother bold I slew.
Now must I teach to hew the beech,

The hand that held the glaive,
For leaves to spread our lowly bed,

And stakes to fence our cave.

‘And for vest of pall, thy fingers small,

That wont on harp to stray, A cloak must shear from the slaughter'd deer,

To keep the cold away.'-

- O Richard ! if my brother died,

'Twas but a fatal chance : For darkling was the battle tried,

And fortune sped the lance.

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If pall and vair no more I wear,

Nor thou the crimson sheen,
As warm, we'll say, is the russet gray ;
As gay

the forest-green.

“And, Richard, if our lot be hard,

And lost thy native land,
Still Alice has her own Richard,

And he his Alice Brand.'

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'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood,

So blithe Lady Alice is singing ; On the beech's pride, and oak's brown side,

Lord Richard's axe is ringing.
Up spoke the moody Elfin King,

Who wonn'd within the hill,
Like wind in the porch of a ruin'd church,

His voice was ghostly shrill.
Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak,

Our moonlight circle's screen ?
Or who comes here to chase the deer,

Beloved of our Elfin Queen ?
Or who may dare on wold to wear

The fairies' fatal green ?

Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie,

For thou wert christen'd man : For cross or sign thou wilt not fly,

For mutter'd word or ban,

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