Poems with rhymes of hare

You ask me how I entered there
and how I love-song sing;
o my love, like the swiftest hare

And after, swept from there,
Am set down standing in the wood
At the death of the hare.

Beside the sty-born finding room to spare,
Begs kind acceptance of himself—a hare.

"Oft to his frozen lair
Tracked I the grisly bear,
While from my path the hare

Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.

And that he changed into a hare.
Hanrahan rose in frenzy there

The wounds of the baited bear---
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare.

Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,
Or at the fox which lives by subtlety,
Or at the roe which no encounter dare:

Have you snared a weeping hare?
Have you whistled 'No Nunny' and gunned a poor bunny,
Or blinded a bird of the air?

And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with their fretting song.
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,

Now for the wall -- let him rush it. A thirty-foot leap, I declare --
Never a shift in his seat, and he's racing for home like a hare.

They to their cells at man's approach repair,
Like the shy leveret, or the mother-hare,

And I bethought me of the playful hare:
Even such a happy Child of earth am I;
Even as these blissful creatures do I fare;

For past, as soon as bred, their fancies are;
Like a straw fire their every appetite.
So the keen hunter follows up the hare

I LIKE the hunting of the hare
Better than that of the fox;
I like the joyous morning air,

But I would rather be the hare,
That crouching in its sheltered lair

'O Hare-castle, thou heart of hare!'
Fierce Oxenstern replied.-
'Shalt see then how the game will fare,'

Ne ye set not a drag net for an hare
And yet the thing that most is your desire
Ye do misseek with more travail and care.

He cuts the purple air.
The wind leaps on the startled world
As hounds upon a hare;

And so is trout and hare;
A mallard duck is sweat to eat
And quail is dainty fare.