An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog


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An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith with illustrator Randolph Caldecott was published in 1766.

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Good People






Good people all, of every sort,

Give ear unto my song;

And if you find it wondrous short,

It Cannot




It cannot hold you long.

Islington






In Islington there lived a man,

Of whom the world might say,

That still a godly race he ran,

Whenever




Whene'er he went

Pray




to pray.

Gentle Heart






A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes;

The naked every day he clad,

When




When he put on

Clothes




his clothes

A Dog






And in that town a dog was found:

As many dogs there be--

Mongrel




Both mongrel,



puppy,



whelp,



and hound,



And curs of low degree.

Friends




This dog and man at first were friends;

Pique




But, when a pique began,

Bit The Man




The dog, to gain some private ends,

Went mad, and bit the man.

Around From All






Around from all


Streets




the neighbouring streets

Neighbours




The wondering neighbours ran;

Lost His Wits






And swore the dog had lost his wits,

To Bite




To bite so good a man.

The Wound




The wound it seem'd both sore and sad

To every christian eye;

Dog Was Mad






And while they swore the dog was mad,

Man Would Die




They swore the man would die

Recovery




But soon a wonder came to light,

That show'd the rogues they lied--

The man recover'd of the bite;

The Dog




The dog it was that died.



(End)