The Hounds 109 



A Hound built on these lines would be difficult 

 to beat in any country. 



Lord JVilloughhy de Broke. 



The Perfect Hound •<:> o 



SEE there, with countenance blythe, 

 And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound 

 Salutes them cow'ring ; his wide op'ning nose 

 Upwards he curls, and his large sloe-black eyes 

 Melt in soft blandishments and humble joy : 

 His glossy skin, or yellow pied, or blue. 

 In lights or shades, by Nature's pencil drawn. 

 Reflects the various tints : his ears and legs 

 Fleckt here and there in gay enamel'd pride. 

 Rival the speckled pard ; his rush-grown tail 

 O'er his broad back, bends in an ample arch. 

 On shoulders clean upright and firm he stands : 

 His round cat feet, straight hams, and widespread 



thighs 

 And his low drooping chest, confess his speed. 

 His strength, his wind, or on the steepy hill 

 Or far extended plain ; on every part 

 So well proportioned, that the nicer skill 

 Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice. 

 Of such compose thy pack. 



Somerville. 



The Hounds ^> <:> m^ 



(From renus and Adonis) 



THIS said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove, 

 Musing the morning is so much o'erworn. 

 And yet she hears no tidings of her love : 

 She barkens for his hounds and for his horn : 

 Anon she hears them chant it lustily ; 

 And all in haste she coasteth to the cry. 



