He calls his stout allies, and in a line His faithful hound he leads, then, with a voice That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers ... The blood that from the heart incessant rolls In many a crimson tide, then here and there, In BOOK I. THE CHASE. 15.
|Title||:||The Chase, Field Sports, Rural Games, and Other Poems ... With a Life of the Author|
|Author||:||William SOMERVILLE (the Poet.)|