Hound

"His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep."

"And through the woods, another way, Faint bugle-notes from far are borne, Where hunters gather, staghounds bay, Round some old forest-lodge at morn."

"A good Hound never barks on a cold trail."

"The great slow-hounds, their throats did set a base; The fleet swift hounds, as tenors next in place; The little beagles did a trebble sing, And through the air their voices round did ring, Which made such consort as they ran along, That, had they spoken words, ’t had been a song."

"And still I like to fancy that, Somewhere beyond the Styx’s bound, Sir Guy’s tall phantom stoops to pat His little phantom hound!"

"four lean hounds crouched low and smiling my heart fell dead before."

"They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!"

"A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog."

"Ten brace, and more, of greyhounds, snowy fair, And tall as stags, ran loose, and coursed around his chair, A match for pards in flight, in grappling for the bear. With golden muzzles all their mouths were bound, And collars of the same their necks surround."

"And first the dame came rushing through the wood, And next the famished hounds that sought their food, And griped her flanks, and oft essayed their jaws in blood. Last came the felon, on the sable steed, Armed with his naked sword, and urged his dogs to speed."

"The dusky Night rides down the Sky, And ushers in the Morn; The Hounds all join in glorious Cry, The Huntsman winds his Horn: And a-Hunting we will go."

"In dreams I see them spring to greet, With rapture more than tail can tell, Their master of the silent feet Who whistles o’er the asphodel, And through the dim Elysian bounds Leads all his cry of little hounds."

"Though Man, for centuries of care, Has taught the Hound to hunt the Hare, It's not a natural pursuit, For each was born a kindly brute."

"Of horn and morn, and hark and bark, And echo’s answering sounds, All poets’ wit hath every writ In dog-rel verse of hounds."

"Whosoever loveth me loveth my hound."

"The hindmost hound oft takes the doubling hare."

"I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot: Follow your spirit, and, upon this charge Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’"

"O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purg’d the air of pestilence; That instant was I turn’d into a hart, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me."

"A gentle hound should never play the cur."

"O, where doth faithful Gêlert roam, The flower of all his race, So true, so brave,—a lamb at home, A lion in the chase?"

"Hound is hungry, hare is fearful."

"An hounde is trewe to his lord or to his maystere and of good love or verrey, an hounde is of greet undirstondyng and of greet knowynge, a hound [is of] greet strength and grete bounte, an hounde is a wise beest and a kynde, an hounde hath greet mynde and greet smellyng, an hounde hath grete bisynesse and greet myght, an hounde is of greet wurthynes and of greet sotilte, a hound [is of greet] lightnesse and of greet pur[s]ueaunce, an hounde is of good obeysaunce, for he wil lerne as a man al that a man wil teche hym, a hounde is ful of good sport."

"The hindmost hound may catch the hare."

"The foremost hound grips the hare."

"Every hound is a pup until he hunts."

"In the olden days they liked a long-legged , able to run with the hunt, but such a terrier found it difficult to get to the fox. Others preferred small terriers, which they carried on the saddle. Hard-bitten little souls, with a peculiarly blunt view of pain. They helped to hold on to the saddle with their small feet, sitting there half asleep, dreaming of foxes."

"Then every nose was busily employed, And every nostril was set open wide, And every head did seek a several way To find the grass or track where the scent lay. For witty industry is never slack; ’Tis like to witchcraft, and brings lost things back."

"Sixty or seventy of them, large and small, smooth and shaggy—deer-hound, boar-hound, blood-hound, wolf-hound, mastiff, alaun, talbot, lurcher, terrier, spaniel—snapping, yelling and whining, with score of lolling tongues and waving tails."

"See how the well-taught pointer leads the way: The scent grows warm; he stops; he springs the prey; The fluttering coveys from the stubble rise, And on swift wing divide the sounding skies; The scattering lead pursues the certain sight, And death in thunder overtakes their flight."

"The dog in the doghouse barks at his fleas, the dog that hunts does not feel them."

"Till then in every sylvan chase renown’d, With Argus, Argus, rung the woods around; With him the youth pursued the goat or fawn, Or traced the mazy leveret o’er the lawn. Now left to man’s ingratitude he lay, Unhoused, neglected in the public way; And where on heaps the rich manure was spread, Obscene with reptiles, took his sordid bed."

"Don’t you hear the yapping of the dogs— The yapping and the yelping of the dogs?"

"Ἦ σεῦ καὶ φθιμένας λεύκ᾿ ὀστέα τῷδ᾿ ἐνὶ τύμβῳ ἴσκω ἔτι τρομέειν θῆρας, ἄγρωσσα Λυκάς· τὰν δ᾿ ἀρετὰν οἶδεν μέγα Πήλιον ἅ τ᾿ ἀρίδηλος Ὄσσα Κιθαιρῶνός τ᾿ οἰονόμοι σκοπιαί."

"A heedless dog is not fit for hunting."

"A heedless dog will not do for the chase."

"Bon chien chasse de race."

"A well-bred dog hunts by nature."

"The dog who hunts foulest, hits at most faults."