text:  Beneath the spur he chafes to rage; Onwards we ride in full career-- I seem in truth the war to wage-- The monster reels beneath my spear! "Albeit when first the _destrier_[9] eyed The laidly thing it swerved aside Snorted and rear'd--and even they The fierce hounds shrank with startled bay; I ceased not till by custom bold After three tedious moons were told Both barb and hounds were train'd--nay more Fierce for the fight--then left the shore! Three days have fleeted since I prest (Return'd at length) this welcome soil Nor once would lay my limbs to rest Till wrought the glorious crowning toil