Unpleas'd Llewelyn homeward hied ; 



When, near the portal seat, 

 His truant Gelert he espied 



Bounding his lord to greet. 



But, when he gain'd his castle door, 



Aghast the chieftain stood ; 

 The hound all o'er was smear'd with gore, 



His lips, his fangs, ran blood. 



Llewelyn gaz'd with fierce surprise ; 



Unus'd such looks to meet, 

 The favorite check'd his joyful guise, 



And couch'd, and lick'd his feet. 



Onward, in haste, Llewelyn pass'd, 



And on went Gelert too ; 

 And still, where'er his eyes he cast, 



Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view. 



O'erturn'd his infant's bed he found, 

 With bloodstain'd covert rent ; 



And all around the walls and ground 

 With recent blood besprent. 



He call'd his child, no voice replied — 

 lie search'd with terror wild ; 



lilood, blood he found on every side, 

 But nowhere found his child. 

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