Chiding the rocks that yell’d[26] again.
IX.
Close on the hounds the Hunter came,
To cheer them on the vanish’d game;
But, stumbling on[27] the rugged dell,
The gallant horse exhausted fell.
The impatient rider strove in vain
To rouse him with the spur and rein,
For the good steed, his labors o’er,
Stretch’d his stiff limbs, to rise no more;