44 CniLDE haboi.d's pilgxumage.LXXIV.

In costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd,But all afoot, the light-limb’d MatadorcStands in the centre, eager to invadeThe lord of lowing herds; but not beforeThe ground, with cautious tread, is travers’do'er,

Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart hisspeed:

His arms a dart, he fights aloof, nor moreCan man achieve without the friendly steed,Mas! too oft condemn’d for him to bear andbleed.

IA XV.

Thrice sounds the clarion ; io! the signal falls,

The den expands, and Expectation mute

Gapes round the silent Circle's peopled walls.

Bounds with one lashing spring the mightybrute,

And, wildly stariug, spurns, with soundingfoot,

• The sand, nor bliudly rushes on his foe:

Here, there, he points his threatening front,to suit

His first attack, wide waring to and froHis angry tail; red rolls his eye’s dilated glow