St. Agnes' EveöAh, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.

-Keats,John
  Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St.  Agnes and Other Poems,'The Eve of St.  Agnes', stanza1.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

-Lawrence, D(avid) H(erbert)
  Women in Love, ch.11.

For greatness is only the drayhorse that coaxes The built cart out; and where we go is reason. But genius is an enormous littleness, a trickling Of heart that covers alike the hare and the hunter.

-Patchen, Kenneth
  FirstWill andTestament,'The Character of Love Seen as a Search for the Lost'.

Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare!

-Thomson,James pseudonym 'BV',ByssheVanolis
  The Seasons,'Autumn', l.401.