Nor less affrighted are the bestial kind:
The bold steed quivers in each panting vein,
And staggers bathed in deluges of sweat;
The lowing herds forsake their grassy food,
And send forth frighted, woeful, hollow sounds;
The dog, thy trusty sentinel of night,
Deserts his post assign’d, and piteous howls.
Wide ocean feels
The mountain waves, passing their custom’d bounds,
Make direful, loud incursions on the land,