And ne’er did valiant chieftain feel more strong
Than the Old Shepherd’s dog, when daring foes among.
XIII.
The Sun was setting o’er the Sea
The breezes murmuring sad, and slow,
When a gay lordly company,
Came to the Shepherd’s hovel low;
Their arm’d associates stood around
The sheep-cote fence’s narrow bound,
While its poor master heard, with fix’d despair,