An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith
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[Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied-- The man recover'd of the bite; The dog it was that died. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] Randolph Caldecott's |
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