The Fox-Chace, XVI

From lordly Twizel’s wide domain, An opener country now they gain; No longer dells obstruct the sight: The fields were large, the soil was light; The eager hounds increase their pace; The gallop now becomes a race: But vain it were for horse to try To race with one that seemed to fly: And oft the Goblin looked in rear As if he sought great D——h’s Peer: For be it known, and it is true, The Goblin honoured bold B——h; And had he come t’enjoy the chace, The Goblin sure had slacked his pace; For, Goblin as he was, he knew Respect to rank is always due.