Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
And thrusts the sword firmly straight into his throat,
Drove it up to the hilt, so that the heart burst open,
And squawling he gave up, and was swept through the water
(1593 - 1596)
[The fox] scampers ahead of them, [the hounds] soon found his trail,
And when they caught sight of him followed fast,
Abusing him furiously with an angry noise.
He twists and dodges through many a dense copse,
Often doubling back and listening at the hedges.
At last he jumps over a fence by a little ditch,
Creeps stealthily by the edge of a bush-covered marsh,
Thinking to escape from the wood and the hounds by his wiles.
(1704 - 1711)
They struggled up hillsides where branches are bare,
They climbed up past rock-faces gripped by cold.
The clouds were high up, but murky beneath them,
Mist shrouded the moors, melted on the hills.
Each summit wore a hat, a huge cloak of mist.
Streams foamed and splashed down the slopes around them,
Breaking white against the banks as they rushed downhill.
(2077 - 2083)