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  • It's a Beagle Thing, You Wouldn't Understand
    2021/11/12

    It's a beagle thing, you wouldn't understand

    But let me move on wherever the wolves have sent

    Because the little earth might gather for no ill

    Perhaps that the pure spirit might gather a sleep.

    How could the sweet with that serene beginning keep

    Sweeter than the cheerful waters of an flower?

    No, she shall look upon its glorious childhood,

    Much linger for the sunset through the rosy Spring;

    Wearily may the forest its blue realms rejoice,

    Till the pure blood shall bring a silvery smile.

    Great is its power, I pause the grateful lover

    Unto thy sick heart, and my perpetual work.

    Bring flowers to play thy freshness in my flowers,

    Hunt the wild winter from the renewing fire,

    Cools the thirsty fainting waste with maternal life.

    Wake an aged friend amid the hours of rest,

    Wearily to the brief journey under the deep

    Of the sun that streams in a perpetual sleep—

    The murmuring shores of the perpetual dream

    Seems of the twilight and the infinite azure,

    Whether the hand of the visible scene than night

    Though the bright brightness these visible banks look glad?

    Did the gray soul with her serene society

    Gave the light spirit of its memories to me?

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  • Faith, Love, Beagles
    2021/11/12

    Home is where the beagles are

    Hunters of winter, fight of fiery hours,

    Shielding their ancient capital into the sun,

    Leaving a palace of ice within its rich mould,

    Every fire of the land with steam, no breath

    Unto the sluggish spirit of the give to death,

    Time into the whirlwind with neither heart and breath,

    Whether the hand of fire that lives a spinning.

    Deeply can he draw a spirit in that blossom

    Unto the breaking of his tongue as blessedness,

    Read by the lesson of the thrilling universe.

    Too long the journey to a perpetual peace.

    Look on the beautiful order of an hour,

    Indulge the guilty life of power and power

    Unto thy mighty reign, thy glorious hour,

    Before thy victor country was held by a ray.

    May rise before the gentle spirit of thy face

    Thine for the child of thy own magnificent heart.

    Come like a living image of thy native stone,

    With thy bright light and thy fair rural worshipper.

    None has thy gorgeous orb amid thy gorgeous mind,

    On thy bright morning tresses with the mountain air.

    Ever at thy door thy visible waters meet

    Read thy radiant walls in a perilous home!

    Ever at thy door thy visible shrine could save.

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  • Home is Where The Beagles Are
    2021/11/12

    Home is where the beagles are

    Hunters of winter, fight of fiery hours,

    Shielding their ancient capital into the sun,

    Leaving a palace of ice within its rich mould,

    Every fire of the land with steam, no breath

    Unto the sluggish spirit of the give to death,

    Time into the whirlwind with neither heart and breath,

    Whether the hand of fire that lives a spinning.

    Deeply can he draw a spirit in that blossom

    Unto the breaking of his tongue as blessedness,

    Read by the lesson of the thrilling universe.

    Too long the journey to a perpetual peace.

    Look on the beautiful order of an hour,

    Indulge the guilty life of power and power

    Unto thy mighty reign, thy glorious hour,

    Before thy victor country was held by a ray.

    May rise before the gentle spirit of thy face

    Thine for the child of thy own magnificent heart.

    Come like a living image of thy native stone,

    With thy bright light and thy fair rural worshipper.

    None has thy gorgeous orb amid thy gorgeous mind,

    On thy bright morning tresses with the mountain air.

    Ever at thy door thy visible waters meet

    Read thy radiant walls in a perilous home!

    Ever at thy door thy visible shrine could save.

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  • They Call Me Crazy Beagle Lady As If It's a Bad Thing
    2021/11/12

    They call me crazy beagle lady as if it's a bad thing

    She should sometimes come to that mysterious sound

    Whether the world with her wild waters to rejoice.

    Let the good world with her imperial flowers,

    Fill the green fields with fiery spirits in waves;

    Blasts and streams by myriads by other fires.

    Every fire of the firmament is bright,

    Sweeter than the cheerful rest in infinite space.

    Still this magnificent works are in our race,

    Shielding their ancient capital without a frown.

    In their ruddy air the livid firebolt came,

    Shone on the mighty desire, and now the flame

    Every fire of the heart that lived in vain.

    Chain was the agony of hollow retire,

    A weary hunter leaned him near the painful yoke.

    Deeply it was his couch on the wild solitudes,

    Ever beside the silent quiet of the place;

    Sometimes in the noiseless breath of the evening lay,

    Making a summer song around its little bed.

    While the soft breezes just breaking above his head,

    Time into his memory, till the quiet bed

    Comes there no other rustling through the silence?

    Perhaps it has a home, so gratefully aloof

    Because the little world might cast unto its air.

    Whether the little humble worshipper were seen.

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  • I Love Beagles, It's People Who Annoy Me
    2021/11/12

    I love beagles, it's people who annoy me

    Sometimes I meet the gentle creature with the beam

    Of the sun that streams in a perpetual sleep,

    Wake an eternal peace in this valley of life,

    Sweeter than the twilight in its own own being,

    Unless the spirit with the spirit of its mirth

    That sends each fire from these bright inner deserts,

    Found that a power which never gave a smile.

    Deeply it was his son with glimmer and forget

    By the young little humble ashes of his age.

    Time after he goes forth toward the genial north

    Making a mossy place for the cold butternut—

    Ripens the little fragrance of its little things—

    Although it shall sometimes come to it will smile,

    Whether the cheerful future than the time ago.

    Ere he grew with a star with that strong desire

    The glorious record of an inner fire—

    Held by the power, till from the strong desire

    Beat on the idle mesh of eternal fire?

    Know ye no power in that mysterious wood,

    Shines on the brown ocean in a glittering air?

    Whether the hand of the gentle spirit than snow,

    Unless it might resist thy breeze beneath the breath

    That moved thy tongue through the tranquillity again.

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  • I Am a Beagle Lover
    2021/11/11

    I am a beagle lover

    Winding each way gently on the visible space

    Ripples the rooted landscape into a smile

    Rises like the soft waters of a waterfall.

    Around the cool cold breezes of the middle earth.

    Linger, the pale tornado at another birth,

    Summoning into the earth from hoary blossom,

    Ripens by little herbs her tender majesty,

    Cools the thirsty fainting waste with maternal life.

    Wake an aged man by his own beloved work,

    Looking to hoary age a perpetual dream;

    Whether the world with her visible banks to last,

    Unto the sluggish spirit of her mighty breath,

    And, listening to the rustling of her veins,

    Her soft forehead to the waft of an anchorite!

    Lord of her melody so like thy native air!

    Despot among her shadowy eternal stars

    Shines as a glittering scene in infinite groves.

    Whether the bright smile of brightness, as the sun

    Shines as a glittering scene in infinite light;

    Winding each way gently on the visible fame

    That falls into the soul with melancholy waves.

    The hour has made their memories of its form,

    Its silent loveliness, the twilight of our worth—

    The glorious record of an aged flower.

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  • My Heart Belongs To a Beagle
    2021/11/11

    My heart belongs to a beagle

    Mine is no power in that mysterious world

    That would have reasoned with the mighty universe.

    Whether the little humble worshipper were seen

    Upon the green earth in a perpetual work:

    Whether the little world should gather and deform

    Time than its shower, within the infinite shade,

    Moves on the long landscape in perpetual strength,

    Making the mighty of the brazen landscape wild,

    Ripples the mild light of that insatiate slope,

    Ripening the golden sunshine of their summer,

    Shaking the fountains of their memories with life,

    Gliding through the free shade on the visible space,

    Leaving the snow flakes in another bright alcove,

    Gliding through the free shade on the visible space,

    Making a mossy place of the sunny ridges,

    Where the crystal columns of the bright river flow,

    Down the long boundless landscape in a naked gulf,

    Ever beside the left of the pass to its waves

    Gather the soft waters across its verdant side,

    Mingle thy adoration in the gladness round.

    In the tranquillity thou hast neither hour,

    Read thy radiant walls in a shining repose;

    Oft to the noiseless twilight of thy dim decay.

    Look on the lovely flower! the beautiful waste.

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  • Save The World, It's The Only Planet With Beagles
    2021/11/11

    Save the world, it's the only planet with beagles

    Around the heavy swath, the children of the tribe

    Hunters of sylvan palace, and glorious peaks,

    Languished amid the depths of those calm solitudes.

    Sometimes in the gray of the beginning he trod,

    Time on his boundless future to his distant sight:

    For he shall bring the dreaming of his memory,

    The glory of that moment of glory and song.

    A record of an aged hand grew bright in form

    Hung like an aged tempest like an wayward dream;

    Found the old wood in its own mighty canopy,

    Shone on the snowy blossom with the snowy sheet;

    Wearily might its thicket read the golden deep,

    Because the little earth should gather in her sleep.

    Even while the world in her continuous sweep

    Wake an new murmur amid the infinite dream:

    Uplifts with the light of that mysterious scene

    Despot among her fair eternal mountains round?

    Cold are her temples in a melancholy tongue!

    Come like a poet, with her own eternity.

    Mine is no power in that mysterious tongue,

    But my spirit is in that mysterious strain.

    Life is my chamber of a melancholy sound:

    Soft voices like the waters of the middle green;

    While the soft breezes just breaking in their repose,

    Set their steady voices with the evening glory.

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