NOR is the courage of the fearful kind,
Nor is their cunning less, should some rude foot
Their woody haunts molest; stealthy aside
Into the centre of a neighbouring bush
They drop, and whirring thence alarm'd, deceive
The rambling school-boy. Hence around the head
Of traveller, the white-wing'd plover wheels
Her sounding flight, and then directly on
In long excursion skims the level lawn,
To tempt you from her nest. The wild-duck hence
O'er the rough moss, and o'er the trackless waste
The heath-hen flutters, as if hurt, to lead
The hot pursuing spaniel far astray.