The Fox-Chace, XVII

Past Duddo’s black and ruined tower The hard pressed Fox has bent his way; Past Etal’s town and Etal’s bower, Which in the neighb’ring valley lay: Climbed they the hills so steep and fair, Which over Ford’s proud castle stare; And pleased was every eye, I ween, Whilst glanced along the princely scene. The castle first attracts the eye, In all her ancient majesty: Meandering Till’s impetuous flow, Runs wildly in the vale below; And mountains bleak, and hills of green, Diversify the giant scene. Such is the wide domain and hall Of John the Peer of Delaval.