Bull-Baiting
A yet ignobler band is guarded round
With dogs of war—the spurning bull their prize;
And now he bellows, humbled to the ground,
And now they sprawl in howlings to the skies.
With dogs of war—the spurning bull their prize;
And now he bellows, humbled to the ground,
And now they sprawl in howlings to the skies.
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