Death of the African Bloodhound

by

William Dearden

This poem celebrates the sculpture by J. B. Leyland

I have found 2 fragments of the poem

Tis stilly night and on the good old Town – 
The autumnal moon, resting her silvery orb
On the white rondure of a fleecy cloud,
Pair sultaness of Heaven, serenely smiles

Peace to thy ashes, noble brute! thy death
To poor humanity reads a lesson loud
Of faithfulness unswerving. Would that all
The art of sculpture doth embalm,
Were worthy of thy praise – deserved the meed
Of immortality conferred on thee!

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