Of the ?Gone to earth!? to the hounds without, Nose between paws he would hear the shout He would rest in safely from dog or spade In a one mile more when his point was made, He had Wan Dyke Hill and his earth in front, He was romping away from hounds and hunt, Was lulled for a while by his pride of speed. Till the terror of death, though there indeed, The blood in his veins went romping high, Past Maesbury Clump for Wan Brook Valley. Where the sweeping spurs of the downland spill Where the turf s like spring and the airs like wine, Then down on the mile-long green decline, Where all winds hurry and none brings peace Past Blowbury Beacon, shaking his fleece, Where the curlew comes a s a summer mourner, Past Curlew Calling, the gaunt grey corner Where they hanged in chains what had hung at jails, Past the gibbet-stock all stuck with nails, With his shadow beside like spinning drift. Like a hound for stay, like a stag for swift, Like all things swooping, like all things sweeping, Like a kestrel chasing, like a sickle reaping, Like a rocket shot to a ship ashore The lean red bolt of his body tore, Like a ripple of wind running swift on grass Like a shadow on wheat when a cloud blows past, Like a tur4n at the buoy in a cuter sailing When the bright green gleam lips white at the railing, Like the April snake whipping back to sheath, Like the gannets hurtle on fish beneath In a three mile more he would make his berth On the hard cool floor of a Wan Dyke earth, Too deep for spade, too curved for terrier, With the pride of the race to make rest the merrier, In a three mile more he would reach his dream, So his game heart gulped and he put on steam. In a three mile more he would reach the haven In the Wan Dyke croaked on by the raven. REYNARD S LAST RUN By John Masefield The pure clean air came sweet to his lungs, Till he thought foul scorn on those crying tongues. Hopefully, people looking for it will come here like I did! When the wolf is detected by the friars, he gets a thorough beating.Upon hearing that this poem was no longer in print, my mum copied the whole thing out and sent to me to post online. After Reynard has absolved Sigrim, the wolf jumps into the second bucket and sinks down, while the fox Sigrim at once wants to join the fox, who makes him confess all his sins. HeĬonvinces the wolf that Paradise is at the pit's bottom. He complains of his bad fortune and hears the wolf, Sigrim, coming. As the fox is thirsty he runs to a well with two buckets, leaps into one and finds himself at the bottom of the well. ButĬhauntecleer, the cock, cannot be fooled. He explains to the rooster that he has only been letting blood of the hens and tries to persuade the cock to fly down. The plot of the tale is as follows:Ī very hungry fox intrudes the henhouse of a friary and eats several hens. Instead it might be referred to as a complex beast tale incorporating elements of various medieval genres and modes of meaning, such as fable, beast epic, allegory, confession, satire, parody, etc. The poem is not a fable in the strict sense of the term, nor is it a beast epic. The English version of The Fox and the Wolf is closely related to branch IV of the Roman de Renard combining the episodes of the 'Fox and the Cock' and of the 'Fox in the Well'.
It is to be found in MS Digby 86 together with Dame Sirith. Lines of rhyming couplets composed in the Southwest c.1250-75.
The Fox and the Wolf is the earliest English version of a Reynard story in English before Chaucer's The Nun's Priest's Tale.
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