Their doubtful notes preluding to a cry;
More nobly full, and swell’d with every mouth.”
—Somervile.
Plate III.—THE RUN.
“The riders bend
O’er their arch’d necks; with steady hands, by turns
Indulge their speed, or moderate their rage.”
“Happy the man who with unrivall’d speed
Can pass his fellows, and with pleasure view
The struggling pack.”—Somervile.