# Hare

Hares and jackrabbits are mammals belonging to the genus Lepus. They are herbivores, and live solitarily or in pairs. They nest in slight depressions called forms, and their young are able to fend for themselves shortly after birth. The genus includes the largest lagomorphs. Most are fast runners with long, powerful hind legs, and large ears to dissipate body heat. Hare species are native to Africa, Eurasia and North America. A hare less than one year old is called a "leveret". A group of hares is called a "husk", a "down", or a "drove".
Members of the Lepus genus are considered true hares, distinguishing them from rabbits which make up the rest of the Leporidae family. However, there are five leporid species with "hare" in their common names which are not considered true hares: the hispid hare (Caprolagus hispidus), and four species known as red rock hares (comprising Pronolagus). Conversely, several Lepus species are called "jackrabbits", but classed as hares rather than rabbits. The pet known as the Belgian hare is a domesticated European rabbit which has been selectively bred to resemble a hare.

## Quotes

* As Phœbus would have spoken more, away Penæis stale With fearefull steppes, and left him in the midst of all his tale. And as she ran the meeting windes hir garments backewarde blue, So that hir naked skinne apearde behinde hir as she flue, Hir goodly yellowe golden haire that hangèd loose and slacke, With every puffe of ayre did wave and tosse behinde hir backe. Hir running made hir seeme more fayre, the youthfull God therefore Coulde not abyde to waste his wordes in dalyance any more. But as his love advysèd him he gan to mende his pace, And with the better foote before, the fleeing Nymph to chace. And even as when the greedie Grewnde doth course the sielie Hare, Amiddes the plaine and champion fielde without all covert bare, Both twaine of them doe straine themselves and lay on footemanship, Who may best runne with all his force the tother to outstrip, The t’one for safetie of his lyfe, the tother for his pray, The Grewnde aye prest with open mouth to beare the Hare away, Thrusts forth his snoute and gyrdeth out and at hir loynes doth snatch, As though he would at everie stride betweene his teeth hir latch: Againe in doubt of being caught the Hare aye shrinking slips Upon the sodaine from his Jawes, and from betweene his lips: So farde Apollo and the Mayde: hope made Apollo swift, And feare did make the Mayden fleete devising how to shift.
** Ovid, Metamorphoses, I (Apollo and Daphne)
** Arthur Golding, tr., The. xv. Booke of P. Ouidius Naso (London: Willyam Seres, 1567)
** Gloss: greund] greyhound · course] chase, race · champian fielde] unbroken fields, open countryside · girdeth] rushes, darts, moves suddenly
* And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles How he outruns the winds, and with what care He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles: The many musits through the which he goes Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, To stop the loud pursuers in their yell, And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer; Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear:For there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies, As if another chase were in the skies.By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still: Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: For misery is trodden on by many, And being low never reliev’d by any.
** William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis (1593)
* Betwixt two ridges of ploughed land sat Wat, Whose body, pressed to th’earth, lay close and squat. His nose upon his two fore-feet close lies, Glaring obliquely with his great grey eyes. His head he always sets against the wind; If turn his tail, his hairs blow up behind And make him to get cold, but he, being wise, Doth keep his coat still down, so warm he lies.
** Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle, "The Hunting of the Hare", Poems and Fancies (1653, 1664, 1668)
** Liza Blake, ed., "Margaret Cavendish's Poems and Fancies", University of Toronto (29 April 2019), Online
* Then list’ning hares forsake the rustling woods, And, starting at the frequent noise, escape To the rough stubble and the rushy fen.
** James Thomson, "Winter" (1726)
* ... The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants; the hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want. ...
** James Thomson, "Winter" (1726)
* And, as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return—and die at home at last.
** Oliver Goldsmith, "The Deserted Village" (1770)
* Old Tiney, the surliest of his kind! Who, nursed with tender care, And to domestic bounds confined, Was still a wild Jack hare.
** William Cowper, "Epitaph on a Hare"
** The Gentleman’s Magazine (Dec. 1784); Poems (1800)
* Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear
** William Blake, "Auguries of Innocence"
** Gilchrist’s Life of William Blake (1863)
* March has its hares, and May must have its heroine.
** Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto I (1819)
* The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass,
** John Keats, "The Eve of St. Agnes" (1820)
* I like the hunting of the hare; New sports I hold in scorn. I like to be as my fathers were, In the days ere I was born.
** Wilfrid Scawen Blunt, "The Old Squire"
** Reported in: Harold Nicolson, ed., England: An Anthology (Macmillan, 1922), p. ix
* Hound is hungry, hare is fearful ...
** J. R. R. Tolkien, The Two Towers (1954), Treebeard

## Further reading

* Lionel R. Woolner, ed., The Hunting of the Hare (J. A. Allen & Co. Ltd., 1971)