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Comments about Thomas Sharp
They call him mongrel, they who see
Only his lack of pedigree,
But I in that loved form and face
Real nobility can trace
That tilt of head, that lissom port
Bespeak true breed of nature's sort,
Though half a terrier he's a whole
Comrade, an integer in soul.
When he through promptings of the sense
Sins, how profound his penitence,
Told by the code of tail and eye!
His growl that makes the dustman shy
Is good to hear, though I confess
It sadly shows his snobbishness;
And good at night the explosive bark
That scatters all the powers of ...