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The Chase 



A moment listened to the cry, 

 That thickened as the chase drew nigh ; 

 Then, as the headmost foes appeared, 

 With one brave bound the copse he cleared. 

 And, stretching forward free and far. 

 Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var. 



Yelled on the view the opening pack — 

 Rock, glen, and cavern paid them back ; 

 To many a mingled sound at once 

 The awakened mountain gave response. 

 An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong, 

 Clattered an hundred steeds along, 

 Their peal the merry horns rang out, 

 An hundred voices joined the shout ; 

 With hark, and whoop, and wild halloo, 

 No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. 

 Far from the tumult fled the roe. 

 Close in her covert cowered the doe. 

 The falcon, from her cairn on high, 

 Cast on the rout a wondering eye. 

 Till far beyond her piercing ken. 

 The hurricane had swept the glen. 

 Faint, and more faint, its falling din 

 Returned from cavern, clifF and linn. 

 And silence settled, wide and still, 

 On the lone wood and mighty hill. 



Sir Walter Scott, 



The Proud King .£> s^;> <:> 



SO for the hunt was he apparelled. 

 And forth he rode with heart right well at ease ; 

 And many a strong, deep-chested hound they led. 

 Over the dewy grass betwixt the trees. 

 And fair white horses fit for the white knees 



