The chink of gold with gold, transporting sound!
Exceeds the Timbrel, or the Syren's voice
Harmonious, when collective plates go round,
And Hock and Turtle make the heart rejoice.
* * * * *
An inveterate sportsman, hearing early his favourite cry of beagles from
the wood, exclaimed:--
Hark, friend, what heavenly music meets the ear;
Haste, farmer, we shall lose it all, I fear.