The wilds, as doth an Arab turned avenger,
So that his horse, or charger, hunter, hack,
Knew that he had a rider on his back.
XXXIII.
And now in this new field, with some applause,
He cleared hedge, ditch, and double post, and rail,
And never craned[711] and made but few "faux pas,"
And only fretted when the scent 'gan fail.
He broke, 't is true, some statutes of the laws
Of hunting—for the sagest youth is frail;