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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...GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON ALAS! POOR QUEEN by MARION ANGUS BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. |
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