Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

The headmost horseman rode alone.

VII.

Alone, but with unbated zeal,

That horseman plied the scourge and steel;[20]

For jaded now, and spent with toil,

Emboss’d with foam, and dark with soil,

While every gasp with sobs he drew,

The laboring stag strain’d full in view.

Two dogs of black St. Hubert’s breed,

Unmatch’d for courage, breath, and speed,