Whilst in pursuit of the despairing fox,
And where Sir Humphrey and Sir Edward Knox
Had often tried the mettle of their steeds,
With Arnold’s father’s ——, ’cross those daisy-meads,
And woodland-acres, and yon distant Down,
Where nimble Reynards for their lives had flown);
Then did Lord Arnold picture to his mind
His lovely Jane, so beautiful and kind.
But yet he had to traverse o’er a mile
Before he could behold the beam, the smile,