II.

Loud when wintry winds arise, And the feeble race appal, While o'er the earth, from dim and thicken'd skies, The flaky snows in white profusion fall, Then the sylvan chase he seeks;-- Lo! furious from the thicket breaks The gnashing Boar!--Flies he, or stands at bay, Into the circling toils the staunch dogs drive the prey.