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The Shepherd And His Dog. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

By William Lisle Bowles

Topics: classic

My dog and I are both grown old;     On these wild downs we watch all day;     He looks in my face when the wind blows cold,     And thus methinks I hear him say:      The gray stone circlet is below,     The village smoke is at our feet;     We nothing hear but the sailing crow,     And wandering flocks, that roam and bleat.      Far off, the early horseman hies,     In shower or sunshine rushing on;     Yonder the dusty whirlwind flies;     The distant coach is seen and gone.      Though solitude around is spread,     Master, alone thou shalt not be;     And when the turf is on thy head,     I only shall remember thee!      I marked his look of faithful care,     I placed my hand on his shaggy side;     There is a sun that shines above,     A sun that shines on both, I cried.

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William Lisle Bowles

About William Lisle Bowles

William Lisle Bowles is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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