Or is it that somewhere deep In this husk that men call Me Are Kennelled a motley kin I never shall know or name,- Are housed still querulous ghosts That sigh and awaken and move, And sleep once more?
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
Well, I'm not too sure it's proper for you to be here as long as you have no dog Kennelled here.
"Man of Many Minds"
E. Everett Evans
If we have taken the path towards the hills They have noosed our feet, they have Kennelled us again.
"Poems"
Muriel Stuart