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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE First Line: Sire, your dog lemon, wont of old to lie Last Line: Of faith and worth, expect no other wage. | |||
SIRE, your dog Lemon, wont of old to lie On your rich bed, now lies on the hard ground; That faithful dog who, by his instinct, found The skill 'twixt friends and traitors to descry. 'Tis he who robbers frighted by his cry, Foes by his teeth; why then endures this hound Cold, hunger, injury, contempt, and wound, The sure return kings pay to loyalty? His pleasant youth, his beauty, pride, and might To you endeared him, but he caused affright To your base foes by his unyielding rage. Courtiers, who with contemptuous glances greet This dog who died of hunger in the street, Of faith and worth, expect no other wage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WORLD-MILLER by FRANCES BARBER THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |
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