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Shall compass thee around, die at thy feet, | Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed
Or hew thy passage through th' embattled foe, As yet unrivall'd, while in other climes
And clear thy way to fame: inspir'd by thee Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race.
The nobler chase of glory shall pursue

In vain malignant steams and winter fogs Through fire, and stnoke, and blood, and fields of Load the dull air, and hover round our coasts, death.

The huntsman ever gay, robust, and bold,
Nature, in her productions slow, aspires

Defies the noxious vapour, and confides
By just degrees to reach perfection's height: In this delightful exercise, to raise
So mimic Art works leisurely, till Time

His drooping herd, and cheer his heart with joy. Improve the piece, or wise Experience give

Ye vigorous youths, by smiling Fortune blest The proper finishing. When Nimrod bold, With large demesnes, hereditary wealth, That mighty hunter, first made war on beasts, Heap'd copious by your wise forefathers' care, And stain': the woodland-green with purple dye, Hear and attend! while I the means reveal New, and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art; T' enjoy those pleasures, for the weak too strong, No stated rule, his wanton will his guide.

Too costly for the poor : To rein the steed With clubs and stones, rude implements of war, Swift stretching o'er the plain, to cheer the pack He arm'd his savage bands, a multitude

Opening in consorts of harmonious joy, Untrain'd; of twining osiers form'd, they pitch But breathing death. What though the gripe severe Their artless toils, then range the desert hills, Of brazen-fisted Time, and slow disease And scour the plains below; the trembling herd Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung, Start at th' unusual sound, and clamorous shout Afflict my shatter'd frame, undaunted still, Unheard before; surpris'd, alas ! to find

Fix'd as a mountain ash, that braves the bolts Man now their foe, whom erst they deem'd their lord, Of angry Jove; though blasted, yet unfallen; But mild and gentle, and by whom as yet

Still can my soul in Fancy's mirrour view Secure they grazid. Death stretches o'er the plain Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene Wide-wasting, and grim slaughter red with blood : In all its splendours deck’d, o'er the full bowl Urg'd on by hunger keen, they wound, they kill, Recount my triumphs past, urge others on Their rage licentious knows no bound; at last, With hand and voice, and point the winding way: Encumber'd with their spoils, joyful they bear Pleas'd with that social sweet garrulity, Upon their shoulders broad the bleeding prey. The poor disbanded veteran's sole delight. Part on their altars smoke a sacrifice

First let the kennel be the huntsman's care, To that all-gracious Power, whose bounteous land Upon some little eminence erect, Supports his wide creation ; what remains

And fronting to the ruddy dawn; its courts On living coals they broil, inelegant

On either hand wide opening to receive Of taste, nor skill'd as yet in nicer arts

The Sun's all-cheering beams, when mild he shines, Of pamper'd luxury. Devotion pure,

And gilds the mountain tops. For much the pack And strong necessity, thus first began

(Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to stretch The chase of beasts : though bloody was the deed, | And bask in his invigorating ray: Yet without guilt. For the green herb alone Warn'd by the streaming light and merry lark, Unequal to sustain man's labouring race,

Forth rush the jolly clan; with tuneful throats Now every moving thing that liv'd on Earth They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd Was granted him for food. * So just is Heaven, Salute the new-born day. For not alone To give us in proportion to our wants.

The vegetable world, but men and brutes Or chance or industry in after-time

Own his reviving influence, and joy Some few improvements made, but short as yet At his approach. Fountain of light! if chance Of due perfection. In this isle remote

Some envious cloud veil thy refulgent brow, Our painted ancestors were slow to learn,

In vain the Muses' aid ; untouch'd, unstrung, To arms devote, of the politer arts

Lies my mute barp, and thy desponding bard Nor skill'd nor studious; till from Neustria's coasts Sits darkly musing o'er th' unfinish'd lay. Victorious William, to more decent rules

Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome, Subdu'd our Saxon fathers, taught to speak

A vain expense, on charitable deeds The proper dialect, with horn and voice

Better dispos’d, to clothe the tatter'd wretch, To cheer the busy hound, whose well-known cry Who shrinks beneath the blast, to feed the poor, His listening peers approve with joint acclaim. | Pinch'd with afflictive want. For use, not state, From him successive huntsmen learn'd to join Gracefully plain, let each apartment rise. In bloody social leagues, the multitude

O'er all let cleanliness preside, no scraps Dispers’d; to size, to sort their various tribes ; Bestrew the pavement, and no half-pick'd bones To rear, feed, hunt, and discipline the pack. To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust

Hail, happy Britain! highly favour'd isle, That nicer sense, on which the sportsman's hope, And Heaven's peculiar care! To thee 'tis given And all his future triumphs, must depend. To train the sprightly steed, more fleet than those Soon as the growling pack with eager joy Begot by winds, or the celestial breed

Have lapp'd their smoking viands, morn or eve, That bore the great Pelides through the press From the full cistern lead the ductile streams, Of heroes arm'd, and broke their crowded ranks; To wash thy court well pav'd, nor spare thy pains, Which, proudly neighing, with the Sun begins For much to health will cleanliness avail. Cheerful his course, and ere his beams decline, Seek'st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep, Has measur'd half thy surface unfatigued. And brush th' entangled covert, whose nice scent In thee alone, fair land of liberty !

O'er greasy fallows and frequented roads

Can pick the dubious way ?. Banish far off • Gen. chap. ix. ver. 3.

Each noisome stench, let no offensive smell

Invade thy wide enclosure, but admit

But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope The nitrous air and purifying breeze.

To all her subtle play: by Nature led
Water and shade no less demand thy care : A thousand shifts she tries; ť unravel these
In a large square th' adjacent field enclose, | Th' industrious beagle twists his waving tail,
There plant in equal ranks the spreading elm, Through all her labyrinths pursues, and rings
Or fragrant lime; most happy thy design,

Her doleful knell. See there with countenance If at the bottom of thy spacious court,

blithe, A large canal, fed by the crystal brook,

And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound From its transparent bosom shall reflect

Salutes thee cowering, his wide opening nose Downward thy structure and inverted grove.

Upward he curls, and his large sloe-black eyes Here when the Sun's too potent gleams annoy Melt in soft blandishments and humble joy; The crowded kennel, and the drooping pack, His glossy skin, or yellow-pied, or blue, Restless, and faint, loll their unmoisten’d tongues, In lights or shades by Nature's pencil drawn, And drop their feeble tails, to cooler shades Reflects the various tints; his ears and legs Lead forth the panting tribe; soon shalt thou find Fleckt here and there, in gay enamell's pride, The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive : Rival the speckled pard; his rush-grown tail Tumultuous soon they plunge into the stream, O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch; There lave their reeking sides, with greedy joy On shoulders clean, upright and firm he stands; Gulp down the flying wave, this way and that His round cat foot, strait hams, and wide-spread From shore to shore they swim, while clamour loud

thighs, And wild uproar torments the troubled flood : And his low-dropping chest, confess his speed, Then on the sunny bank they roll and stretch | His strength, his wind, or on the steepy hill, Their dripping limbs, or else in wanton rings Or far-extended plain; in every part Coursing around, pursuing and pursued,

So well proportion'd, that the nicer skill The merry multitude disporting play

Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice.
But here with watchful and observant eye, Of such compose thy pack. But here a mean
Attend their frolics, which too often end

Observe, nor the large hound prefer, of size
In bloody broils and death. High o'er thy head | Gigantic; he in the thick-woven covert
Wave thy resounding whip, and with a voice Painfully tugs, or in the thorny brake
Fierce-menacing o'errule the stern debate,

Torn and embarrass'd bleeds : But if too small,
And quench their kindling rage; for oft in sport The pigmy brood in every furrow swims;
Begun, combat ensues, growling they snarl,

Moil'd in the clogging clay, panting they lag Then on their haunches rear'd, rampant they seize Behind inglorious; or else shivering creep Each other's throats, with teeth and claws in gore | Benumb'd and faint beneath the sheltering thorn. Besmear'd, they wound, they tear, tillon the ground, For hounds of middle size, active and strong, Panting, half dead the conquer'd champion lies :

Will better answer all thy various ends, Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd

And crown thy pleasing labours with success,
Loud-clamouring seize the helpless worried wretch,

As some brave captain, curious and exact,
And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways By his fix'd standard forms in equal ranks
His mangled carcass on th' ensanguin'd plain. His gay battalion, as one man they move
O breasts of pity void ! t'oppress the weak,

Step after step, their size the same, their arms, To point your vengeance at the friendless head, Far-gleaming, dart the same united blaze : And with one mutual cry insult the fall’n !

Reviewing generals his merit own;
Emblem too just of man's degenerate race. How regular ! how just! And all his cares
Others apart, by native instinct led,

Are well repaid, if mighty George approve.
Knowing instructor! 'mong the ranker grass So model thou thy pack, if honour touch
Cull each salubrious plant, with bitter juice Thy generous soul, and the world's just applause.
Concoctive stor'd, and potent to allay

But above all take heed, nor mix thy hounds Each vicious ferment. Thus the hand divine Of different kinds ; discordant sounds shall grate Of Providence, beneficent and kind

Thy ears offended, and a lagging line
To all his creatures, for the brutes prescribes Of babbling curs disgrace thy broken pack.
A ready remedy, and is himself

But if the amphibious otter be thy chase,
Their great physician. Now grown stiff with age, Or stately stag, that o'er the woodland reigas;
And many a painful chase, the wise old hound, Or if the harinonious thunder of the field
Regardless of the frolic pack, attends

Delight thy ravish'd ears ; the deep-flew'd hound His master's side, or slumbers at his ease

Breed up with care, strong, heavy, slow, but sure ; Beneath the bending shade; there many a ring Whose ears down-hanging from his thick round bread Runs o'er in dreams; now on the doubtful foil Shall sweep the morning dew, whose clanging voice Puzzles perplex'd, or doubles intricate

Awake the mountain Echo in her cell, Cautious unfolds, then, wing'd with all his speed, And shake the forests : The bold Talbot kind Bounds o'er the lawn to seize his panting prey, Of these the prime ; as white as Alpine snows; And in imperfect whimperings speaks his joy. And great their use of old. Upon the banks

A different hound for every different chase Of Tweed, slow winding through the vale, the seat Select with judgment; nor the timorous hare Of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew O'ermatch'd destroy, but leave that vile offence The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands To the mean, murderous, coursing crew; intent To lasting leagues the haughty rivals aw'd, On blood and spoil. Oblast their hopes, just | There dwelt a pilfering race; well train'd and skill'd Heaven!

In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil And all their painful drudgeries repay

Their only substance, feuds and war their sport: With disappointment and severe remorse.

| Not more expert in every fraudful art

The arch felon was of old, who by the tail | With tender blossoms teeming, kindly spare
Drew back his lowing prize : in vain his wiles, Thy sleeping pack, in their warm beds of straw
In vain the shelter of the covering rock,

| Low-sinking at their ease ; listless they shrink In vain the sooty cloud, and ruddy flames

Into some dark recess, nor hear thy voice That issued from his mouth; for soon be paid Though oft invok'd; or haply if thy call His forfeit life: a debt how justly due

Rouse up the slumbering tribe, with heavy eyes To wrong'd Alcides, and avenging Heaven! Glaz'd, lifeless, dull, downward they drop their tails Veild in the shades of night they ford the stream, Inverted; high on their bent backs erect Then prowling far and near, whate'er they seize Their pointed bristles stare, or 'mong the tufts Becomes their prey: nor flocks nor herds are safe, Of ranker weeds, each stomach-healing plant Nor stalls protect the steer, nor strong-barr'd doors Curious they crop, sick, spiritless, forlorn. Secure the favourite horse. Soon as the morn These inauspicious days, on other cares Reveals his wrongs, with ghastly visage wan Employ thy precious hours; th' improving friend The plunder'd owner stands, and from his lips With open arms embrace, and from his lips A thousand thronging curses burst their way: Glean science, season'd with good-natur'd wit. He calls his stout allies, and in a line

But if the inclement skies and angry Jove His faithful hound he leads, then with a voice Forbid the pleasing intercourse, thy books That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers :

Invite thy ready hand, each sacred page Soon the sagacious brute, his curling tail

Rich with the wise remarks of heroes old. Flourish'd in air, low bending plies around Converse familiar with th' illustrious dead; His busy nose, the steaming vapour snuffs

With great examples of old Greece or Rome, Inquisitive, nor leaves one turf untried,

Enlarge thy free-born heart, and bless kind Heaven, Tilī, conscious of the recent stains, his heart

That Britain yet enjoys dear Liberty, Beats quick; his snuffling nose, his active tail, That balm of life, that sweetest blessing, cheap Attest his joy; then with deep opening mouth, Though purchas'd with our blood. Well-bred, That makes the welkin tremble, he proclaims

polite, Th' audacious felon ; foot by foot he marks

Credit thy calling. See ! how mean, how low,
His winding way, while all the listening crowd The bookless sauntering youth, proud of the skut
Applaud his reasonings. O'er the watery ford, That dignifies his cap, his flourish'd belt,
Dry sandy heaths, and stony barren hills,

And rusty couples gingling by his side.
O'er beaten paths, with men and beasts distain'd, Be thou of other mould; and know that such
Unerring he pursues; till at the cot

Transporting pleasures were by Heaven ordain'd Arriv'd, and seizing by his guilty throat

Wisdom's relief, and Virtue's great reward.
The caitiff vile, redeems the captive prey :
So exquisitely delicate his sense!
Should some more curious sportsman here inquire

Book II.
Whence this sagacity, this wondrous power
Of tracing, step by step, or man or brute ?

Argument.
What guide invisible points out their way
O'er the dank marsh, bleak hill, and sandy plain? Of the power of instinct in brutes. Two remark-
The courteous Muse shall the dark cause reveal. able instances in the hunting of the roe-buck, and
The blood that from the heart incessant rolls

in the hare going to seat in the morning. Of In many a crimson tide, then here and there

the variety of seats or forms of the hare, accordIn smaller rills disparted, as it flows

ing to the change of the season, weather, or wind. Propell'd, the serous particles evade

Description of the hare-hunting in all its parts, Through th' open pores, and with the ambient air interspersed with rules to be observed by those Entangling mix. As fuming vapours rise,

who follow that chase. Transition to the Asiatic And hang upon the gently purling brook,

way of hunting, particularly the magnificent There by th' incumbent atmosphere compress'd : manner of the Great Mogul, and other Tartarian The panting Chase grows warmer as he flies,

princes, taken from Monsieur Bernier, and the And through the net-work of the skin perspires ; history of Gengiscan the Great. Concludes with Leaves a long-streaming trail behind, which by a short reproof of tyrants and oppressors of The cooler air condens'd, remains, unless

mankind. By some rude storm dispers'd, or rarified By the meridian Sun's intenser heat.

Nor will it less delight th' attentive sage To every shrub the warm effluvia cling,

T' observe that Instinct, which unerring guides Hang on the grass, impregnate earth and skies, The brutal race, which mimics reason's lore, (swift With nostrils opening wide, o'er hill, o'er dale

And oft transcends : Heaven-taught, the roe-buck The vigorous hounds pursue, with every breath Loiters at ease before the driving pack Inhale the grateful steam, quick pleasures sting | And mocks their vain pursuit; nor far he flies, Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks repay, | But checks his ardour, till the steaming scent And in triumphant melody confess

That freshens on the blade provokes their rage. The titillating joy. Thus on the air

Urg'd to their speed, his weak deluded foes Depend the hunter's bopes. When ruddy streaks Soon flag fatigued; strain'd to excess each nerve, At eve forebode a blustering stormy day,

Each slacken'd sinew fails; they pant, they foam; Or lowering clouds blacken the mountain's brow, Then o'er the lawn he bounds, o'er the high hills When nipping frosts, and the keen biting blasts Stretches secure, and leaves the scatter'd crowd Of the dry parching east, menace the trees

To puzzle in the distant vale below.

| 'Tis Instinct that directs the jealous hare • Cacus, Virg. fEn. lib, viii.

| To chuse her soft abode. With step revers'd

rom

She forms the doubling maze; then, ere the morn | Thy early meal, or thy officious maids,
Peeps through the clouds, leaps to her close recess. The toilet plac'd, shall urge thee to perform

As wandering shepherds on th' Arabian plains Th' important work. Me other joys invite,
No settled residence observe, but shift

The horn sonorous calls, the pack awak'd
Their moving camp, now, on some cooler hill Their mattins chaunt, nor brook my long delay.
With cedars crown'd, court the refreshing breeze ; | My courser hears their voice ; see there, with ears
And then, below, where trickling streams distil And tail erect, neighing he paws the ground;
From some penurious source, their thirst allay, Fierce rapture kindles in his reddening eyes,
And feed their fainting flocks : so the wise hares | And boils in every vein. As captive boy's
Oft quit their seats, lest some more curious eye Cow'd by the ruling rod and haughty frowns
Should mark their haunts, and by dark treacherous Of pedagogues severe, from their hard tasks
wiles

If once dismiss'd, no limits can contain
Plot their destruction; or perchance in hopes The tumult rais'd within their little breasts,
Of plenteous forage, near the ranker mead, But give a loose to all their frolic play:
Or matted blade, wary and close they sit.

So from their kennel rush the joyous pack;
When spring shines forth, season of love and joy, A thousand wanton gaieties express
In the moist marsh, 'mong beds of rushes hid, Their inward ecstasy, their pleasing sport
They cool their boiling blood. When summer suns Once more indulg'd, and liberty restor'd.
Bake the cleft earth, to thick wide-waving fields | The rising Sun, that o'er th' horizon peeps,
Of corn full-grown, they lead their helpless young: As many colours from their glossy skin
But when autumnal torrents and fierce rains Beaming reflects, as paint the various bow
Deluge the vale, in the dry crumbling bank

When April showers descend. Delightful scene!
Their forms they delve, and cautiously avoid | Where all around is gay, men, horses, dogs,
The dripping covert : yet when winter's cold And in each smiling countenance appears
Their limbs benumbs, thither with speed return'd | Fresh blooming health, and universal joy.
In the long grass they skulk, or shrinking creep Huntsman, lead on ! behind the clustering pack
Among the wither'd leaves, thus changing still, Submiss attend, hear with respect thy whip
As fancy prompts them, or as food invites.

Loud-clanging, and thy harsher voice obey : But every season carefully observ'd,

Spare not the straggling cur that wildly roves; Th' inconstant winds, the fickle element,

But let thy brisk assistant on his back
The wise experienc'd huntsman soon may find Imprint thy just resentinents ; let each lash
His subtle, various game, nor waste in vain

Bite to the quick, till howling he return,
His tedious hours, till his impatient hounds, And whining creep amid the trembling crowd.
With disappointment vex’d, each springing lark Here on this verdant spot, where Nature kind
Babbling pursue, far scatter'd o'er the fields. With double blessings crowns the farmer's hopes;
Now golden Autumn from her open lap

Where flowers autumnal spring, and the rank mead Her fragrant bounties showers; the fields are shorn; Affords the wandering hares a rich repast ; Inwardly smiling, the proud farmer views

Throw off thy ready pack. See, where they spread, The rising pyramids that grace his yard,

And range around, and dash the glittering dew.
And counts his large increase ; his barns are stor'd, If some staunch hound, with his authentic voice,
And groaning staddles bend beneath their load. Avow the recent trail, the justling tribe
All now is free as air, and the gay pack

Attend his call, then with one mutual cry
In the rough bristly stubbles range unblam'd; The welcome news confirm, and echoing hills
No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse

Repeat the pleasing tale. See how they thread Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips | The brakes, and up yon furrow drive along! Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd : But quick they back recoil, and wisely check But courteous now he levels every fence,

Their eager haste; then o'er the fallow'd ground Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, How leisurely they work, and many a pause Charm'd with the rattling thunder of the field. Th' harmonious concert breaks; till more assur'd Oh bear me, some kind power invisible !

With joy redoubled the low valleys ring.
To that extended lawn, where the gay court What artful labyrinths perplex their way !
View the swift racers, stretching to the goal ; Ah! there she lies ; how close : she pants, she doubts
Games more renown'd, and a far pobler train, If now she lives ; she trembles as she sits,

Than proud Elean fields could boast of old. With horrour seiz'd. The wither'd grass that clings
Oh! were a Theban lyre not wanting here, Around her head, of the same russet hue,
And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right! Almost deceiv'd my sight, had not her eyes
Or to those spacious plains, where the strain'd eye, With life full-beaming her vain wiles betray'd.
In the wide prospect lost, beholds at last

At distance draw thy pack, let all be hushid,
Sarum's proud spire, that o'er the hills ascends, No clamour loud, no frantic joy be heard,
And pierces through the clouds. Or to thy downs, | Lest the wild hound run gadding o'er the plain
Fair Cotswold, where the well-breath'd beagle climbs Untractable, nor hear thy chiding voice.
With matchless speed thy green aspiring brow, Now gently put her off'; see how direct
And leaves the lagging multitude behind.

To her known mew she flies ! Here, huntsman, bring Hail, gentle Dawn ! mild blushing goddess, hail ! | (But without hurry) all thy jolly hounds, Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread

And calmly lay them in. How low they stoop, O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And seem to plough the ground! then all at once And orient pearls from every shrub depend. With greedy nostrils snuft the fuming steam Farewell, Cleora ; here deep sunk in down

That glads their fluttering hearts. As winds let loess Sluinber secure, with happy dreams amus'd, From the dark caverns of the blustering god, Till grateful steams shall tempt thce to receive | They burst away, and sweep the dewy lawn.

Hope gives them wings while she's spurr'd on by And each clean courser's speed. We scour along, fear.

In pleasing hurry and confusion tost; The welkin rings, men, dogs, hills, rocks, and woods Oblivion to be wish'd. The patient pack In the full concert join. Now, my brave youths, Hang on the scent unweary'd, up they climb, Stripp'd for the chase, give all your souls to joy! And ardent we pursue ; our labouring steeds See how their coursers, than the mountain roe We press, we gore; till once the summit gain'd, More fleet, the verdant carpet skim, thick clouds Painfully panting; there we breathe awhile; Snorting they breathe, their shining hoofs scarce Then, like a foaming torrent, pouring down print

Precipitant, we smoke along the vale. The grass unbruis'd ; with emulation fir'd

Happy the man who with unrivall'd speed They strain to lead the field, top the barr'd gate, Can pass his fellows, and with pleasure view O'er the deep ditch exulting bound, and brush The struggling pack ; how in the rapid course The thorny-twining hedge: the riders bend

Alternate they preside, and jostling push O'er their arch'd necks; with steady hands, by turns

To guide the dubious scent; how giddy youth Indulge their speed, or moderate their rage. Oft babbling errs, by wiser age reprov'd; Where are their sorrows, disappointments, wrongs, How, niggard of his strength, the wise old hound Verations, sickness, cares? All, all are gone, Hangs in the rear, till some important point And with the panting winds lag far behind. Rouse all his diligence, or till the chase

Huntsman! her gait observe; if in wide rings Sinking he finds : then to the head he springs She wheel her mazy way, in the same round With thirst of glory fir'd, and wins the prize. Persisting still, she 'll foil the beaten track.

Huntsman, take heed; they stop in full career. But if she Ay, and with the favouring wind

Yon crowding flocks, that at a distance gaze, Urge her bold course ; less intricate thy task : Have haply foil'd the turf. See ! that old hound, Push on thy pack. Like some poor exil'd wretch, How busily he works, but dares not trust The frighted Chase leaves her late dear abodes, His doubtful sense ; draw yet a wider ring. O’er plains remote she stretches far away,

Hark! now again the chorus fills. As bells Ah! never to return! For greedy Death

Sally'd awhile, at once their peal renew,
Hovering exults, secure to seize his prey. | And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls.

Hark! from yon covert, where those towering oaks See, how they toss, with animated rage
Above the humble copse aspiring rise,

| Recovering all they lost ! - That eager haste What glorious triumphs burst in every gale

Some doubling wile foreshows. — Ah! yet once more Upon our ravish'd ears! The hunters shout, They're check'd-hold back with speed-on either The clanging horns swell their sweet-winding notes,

hand The pack wide opening load the trembling air They flourish round-ey'n yet persist — 'Tis right, With various melody; from tree tu tree

Away they spring ; the rustling stubbles bend The propagated cry redoubling bounds,

Beneath the driving storm. Now the poor Chase And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy

Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduc'd. Through all the regions near : afflictive birch From brake to brake she flies, and visits all No more the school-boy dreads, his prison broke, Her well-known haunts, where once she rang'd Scampering be flies, nor heeds his master's call;

secure, The weary traveller forgets his road,

With love and plenty blest. See ! there she goes,
And elimbs th' adjacent hill ; the ploughman leaves She reels along, and by her gait betrays
Th' unfinish'd furrow; nor his bleating flocks Her inward weakness. See, how black she looks !
Are now the shepherd's joy ! men, boys, and girls The sweat, that clogs th' obstructed fores, scarce
Desert th' unpeopled village; and wild crowds

leaves
Spread o'er the plain, by the sweet frenzy seiz'd. A languid scent. And now in open view
Look, how she pants ! and o'er yon opening glade See, see, she fies ! each eager hound exerts
Slips glancing by! while, at the further end, | His utmost speed, and stretches every nerve.
The puzzling pack unravel wile by wile,

How quick she turns ! their gaping jaws eludes,
Maze within maze. The covert's utmost bound And yet a moment lives; till, round enclos'd
Slily she skirts; behind them cautious creeps; By all the greedy pack, with infant screams
And in that very track, so lately stain'd

She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies, By all the steaming crowd, seems to pursue So when the furious Bacchanals assail'd The foe she flies. Let cavillers deny

Threïcian Orpheus, poor ill-fated bard! That brutes have reason ; sure 'tis something more, Loud was the cry; hills, woods, and Hebrus' banks, 'Tis Heaven directs, and stratagems inspires Return’d their clamorous rage; distress'd he flies, Beyond the short extent of human thought. Shifting from place to place, but flies in vain ; But hold - I see her from the covert break; For eager they pursue, till panting, faint, Sed on yon little eminence she sits;

By noisy multitudes o'erpower'd, he sinks Intent she listens with one ear erect,

To the relentless crowd a bleeding prey. Pondering, and doubtful what new course to take, The huntsman now, a deep incision made, And how ť escape the fierce blood-thirsty crew, Shakes out with hands impure, and dashes down That still urge on, and still in vollies loud

Her reeking entrails and yet quivering heart. Insult her woes, and mock her sore distress. These claim the pack, the bloody perquisite As now in louder peals the loaded winds

For all their toils. Stretch'd on the ground she lies Bring on the gathering storm, her fears prevail, A mangled corse ; in her dim glaring eyes And o'er the plain, and o'er the mountain's ridge, Cold Death exults, and stiffens every limb. Away she flies; nor ships with wind and tide, Aw'd by the threatening whip, the furious hound, And all their canvass wings, scud half so fast. Around her bay; or at their master's foot, Once more, ye jovial train, your courage try,

Each happy favourite courts his kind applause,

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