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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 711

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


Alone, but with unbated zeal,

115 That horseman plied the scourge and steel;

For jaded now, and spent with toil,

Embossed with foam, and dark with soil,

While every gasp with sobs he drew,

The laboring stag strained full in view.

120 Two dogs of black Saint Hubert's breed,note

Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed,

Fast on his

flying traces came,

And all but won that desperate game;

For, scarce a spear's length from his haunch,

125 Vindictive, toiled the bloodhounds stanch;

Nor nearer might the dogs attain,

Nor farther might the quarry strain.

Thus up the margin of the lake,

Between the precipice and brake,

130 O'er stock and rock their race they take.

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