The hindmost hound may catch the hare. — Hound

"A gentle hound should never play the cur."

"The great slow-hounds, their throats did set a base; The fleet swift hounds, as tenors next in place; The little beagles did a trebble sing, And through the air their voices round did ring, Which made such consort as they ran along, That, had they spoken words, ’t had been a song."

"four lean hounds crouched low and smiling my heart fell dead before."

"His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep."

"They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!"

"And through the woods, another way, Faint bugle-notes from far are borne, Where hunters gather, staghounds bay, Round some old forest-lodge at morn."