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152 —The wild boar rustles in his lair;

The fierce hounds snuff the tainted air;

But lord and hounds keep rooted there.

Cheer, cheer thy dogs into the brake,

O hunter! and without a fear

Thy golden-tasselled bugle blow,

And through the glades thy pastime take—

For thou wilt rouse no sleepers here!

For these thou seest are unmoved;

Cold, cold as those who lived and loved

A thousand years ago.

TRISTRAM AND ISEULT.

had flown, and o'er the sea away,

In Cornwall, Tristram and Queen Iseult lay;

In King Marc's chapel, in Tyntagel old:

There in a ship they bore those lovers cold.

The young surviving Iseult, one bright day,

Had wandered forth. Her children were at play

In a green circular hollow in the heath

Which borders the seashore; a country path

Creeps over it from the tilled fields behind.

The hollow's grassy banks are soft-inclined;

And to one standing on them, far and near

The lone unbroken view spreads bright and clear

Over the waste. This cirque of open ground

Is light and green; the heather, which all round