The DogBlanchard and Lea, 1852 - 268 |
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affection afterwards animal appearance applied attack ball bark become bitch bitten Blaine bleeding blood bone bowels breed calomel canine cartilage cause cavity chase chest colour commencement conjunctiva considerable continued cornea costiveness cough course cure degree destroyed dhole discharge disease distemper doses drachm emetic ethmoid bone fæces feet fluid forceps frequently grain greyhound hare head horse hounds hunting inflammation integument intestines iodine irritation kennel legs ligature limbs master medicine membrane mouth mucous mucous membrane muzzle nature never Newfoundland dog nose occasionally owner pain peculiar perfectly pointer portion produced puppies purging quadruped quantity rabid dog rabies scarcely scent seton setter sheep singular skin sometimes soon spaniel species sport sportsman stomach strong strychnia substance suffered surgeon symptoms tail teeth terrier tion treatment tumour ulcer urine usually veterinary veterinary surgeon violent wild wolf wound young
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Strona 29 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.
Strona 133 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded " ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Strona 60 - He called his child — no voice replied — He searched, with terror wild ; Blood, blood he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. " Hell-hound ! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Strona 59 - Come, Gelert, come ! Wert never last Llewelyn's horn to hear. " Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam, The flower of all his race ? So true, so brave — a lamb at home, A lion in the chase.
Strona 93 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Strona 59 - Twas only at Llewellyn's board The faithful Gelert fed, He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, And sentinel'd his bed. In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John ; But now no Gelert could be found, And aL1 the chase rode on.
Strona 100 - How he had got all the divisions collected in the dark is beyond my comprehension. The charge was left entirely to himself from midnight until the rising...
Strona 61 - And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved ; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass, Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear, And oft as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell ! And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, And cease the storm to brave, The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's grave.
Strona 100 - He was scarcely a year old, and knew so little of herding, that he had never turned a sheep in his life; but as soon as he discovered that it was his duty to do so, and that it obliged me, I can never forget with what anxiety and eagerness he learned his different evolutions.
Strona 60 - O'erturned his infant's bed he found, The blood-stained covert rent ; And all around, the walls and ground With recent blood besprent.