The son of Fury, famed in days of old,
From Snatch and Rabid sprung; and noted they 190
In earlier times—each dog will have his day.
The notes of Fang were to his master known,
And dear—they bore some likeness to his own;
For both convey’d to the experienced ear,
“I snarl and bite, because I hate and fear.”
None pass’d ungreeted by the master’s door;
Fang rail’d at all, but chiefly at the poor;
And, when the nights were stormy, cold, and dark,