To Flush, My Dog by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be thy peers Haply in these drooping ears, And this glossy fairness. But of thee it shall be said, This dog watched beside a bed Day and night unweary— Watched within a curtained room, Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
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"Yet, my pretty sportive friend,..."
"To Flush, My Dog" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning is a love and deep and nature english poem consisting of 48 lines. This English poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end...", this piece explores themes of love and deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Elizabeth Barrett Browning's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.