When this hell-hound had thus spoken, I gave a loud cry and swounded. |
Tis possible the arch hell-hound may not relish this breakfast, yet, nolens volens, he must swallow it. |
And the cold chill of an adder touch Sit with a leaden sway. And the ghosten spell-bound dogs, And the coasten hell-hound dogs, Glooms the coming of the day. |
I shall never set foot in the big house again... and I shall never again speak to the hell-hound. |