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With peals of echoing vengeance close pursue. And avenue to Death. Hither he calls
A lamb is plac'd, just ravish'd from his dam.
And hunger keen, and pungent thirst of blood, Stretch'd at his feet, applauds the glorious deed, Rouse up the slothful beast, he shakes his sides, And grateful calls us to a short repast:
Slow-rising from his lair, and stretches wide In the full glass the liquid amber smiles,
His ravenous paws, with recent gore distain'd. Our native product; and his good old mate
The forests tremble, as he roars aloud, With choicest viands heaps the liberal board, Impatient to destroy. O'erjoyed he hears To crown our triumphs, and reward our toils. The bleating innocent, that claims in vain
Here must th' instructive Muse (but with respect) The shepherd's care, and seeks with piteous moan Censure that numerous pack, that crowd of state, The foodful teat; himself, alas! design'd With which the vain profusion of the great Another's meal. For now the greedy brute Covers the lawn, and shakes the trembling copse. Winds him from far; and leaping o'er the mound Pompous encumbrance! A magnificence
To seize his trembling prey, headlong is plung'd Useless, vexations! For the wily fox,
Into the deep abyss. Prostrate he lies Safe in th' increasing number of his foes,
Astunnd and impotent. Ah! what avail Kens well the great advantage ; slinks behind, Thine eyeballs flashing fire, thy length of tail, And slily creeps through the same beaten track, That lashes thy broad sides, thy jaws besmear'd And hunts them step by step: then views, escap’d, With blood and offals crude, thy shaggy mane With inward ecstacy, the panting throng
The terror of the woods, thy stately, port, In their own footsteps puzzled, foild, and lost. And bulk enormous, since by stratagem So when proud eastern kings summon to arms Thy strength is foil'd ? Unequal is the strife, Their gaudy legions, from far distant climes When sovereign reason combats brutal rage. They flock in crowds, unpeopling half a world : | On distant Ethiopia's sun-burnt coasts, But when the day of battle calls them forth | The black inhabitants a pitfall frame, To charge the well-traind foe, a band compact But of a different kind, and different use. Of chosen veterans; they press blindly on, With slender poles the wide capacious mouth, In heaps confus'd by their own weapons fall, And hurdles slight, they close; o'er these is spread A smoking carnage scatter'd o'er the plain. A floor of verdant turf, with all its flowers
Nor hounds alone this noxious brood destroy : Smiling delusive, and from strictest search The plunder'd warrener full many a wile
Concealing the deep grave that yawns below. Devises to entrap his greedy foe,
Then boughs of trees they cut, with tempting fruit Fat with nocturnal spoils. At close of day, of various kinds surcharg'd; the downy peach, With silence drags his trail; then from the ground The clustering vine, and of bright golden rind Pares thin the close-graz'd turf, there with nice hand The fragrant orange. Soon as evening grey Covers the latent death, with curious springs Advances slow, besprinkling all around Prepard to fly at once, whene'er the tread
With kind refreshing dews the thirsty glebe, Or man or beast unwarily shall press
The stately elephant from the close shade The yielding surface. By th’indented steel With step majestic strides, eager to taste With gripe tenacious held, the felon grins,
The cooler breeze, that from the sea-beat shore And struggles, but in vain: yet oft 'tis known, Delightful breathes, or in the limpid stream When every art has fail'd, the captive fox
To lave his panting sides; joyous he scents Has shard the wounded joint, and with a limb The rich repast, unweeting of the death Compounded for his life. But, if perchance That lurks within. And soon he sporting breaks In the deep pitfall plung'd, there's no escape; The brittle boughs, and greedily devours But unrepriev'd he dies, and bleach'd in air, The fruit delicious. Ah! too dearly bought; The jest of clowns, his reeking carcass hangs. The price is life. For now the treacherous turf
of these are various kinds; not even the king Trembling gives way; and the unwieldy beast, Of brutes evades this deep devouring grave: Self-sinking, drops into the dark profound. But, by the wily African betray'd,
So when dilated vapors, struggling, heave Heedless of fate, within its gaping jaws
Th’incumbent earth; if chance the cavern'd ground Expires indignant. When the orient beam
Shrinking subside, and the thin surface yield, With blushes paints the dawn; and all the race Down sinks at once the ponderous dome, ingulf'd Carnivorous, with blood full gorg d, retire
With all its towers. Subile, delusive man!
Fierce from his lair, springs forth the speckled pard
The huntsman flies, but to his flight alone Assail the clouds. There 'mong the craggy rocks, Confides not: at convenient distance fix'd, And thickets intricate, trembling he views
A polish'd mirror stops in full career His footsteps in the sand; the dismal road
The furious brute: he there his image views;
Spots against spots with rage improving glow; The royal offspring, fairest of the fair,
Lead on the splendid train. Anna, more bright
Who unconcern'd can bear the piercing ray. Directs the pointed spear, by which transfix'd Amelia, milder than the blushing dawn, He dies, and with him dies the rival shade. With sweet engaging air, but equal power, Thus man innumerous engines forms, t'assail Insensibly subdues, and in soft chains The savage kind; but most the docile horse, Her willing captives leads. Illustrious maids, Swift and confederate with man, annoys
Ever triumphant! whose victorious charms, His brethren of the plains; without whose aid Without the needless aid of high descent, The hunter's arts are vain, unskill'd to wage Had aw'd mankind, and taught the world's great With the more active brules an equal war.
Him the fierce Arab mounts, and, with his troop As opening lilies; on whom every eye
He reins his docile barb with manly grace.
A bright example. As his guard of mutes As large as that in Erimanthian woods,
On the great sultan wait, with eyes deject, A match for Hercules. Round him they fly And fix'd on earth, no voice, no sound is heard In circles wide; and each in passing sends Within the wide serail, but all is hushd, His feather'd death into his brawny sides.
And awful silence reigns ; thus stand the pack But perilous th' attempt. For if the steed
Mute and unmovid, and cowering low to earth, Haply too near approach; or the loose earth While pass the glittering court, and royal pair: His footing fail, the watchful angry beast
So disciplin'd those hounds, and so reserv'd, Th' advantage spies; and at one sidelong glance Whose honor 'tis to glad the hearts of kings. Rips up his groin. Wounded, he rears aloft, But soon the winding horn, and huntsman's voice, And, plunging, from his back the rider hurls Let loose the general chorus ; far around Precipitant; then bleeding spurns the ground, Joy spreads its wings, and the gay morning smiles And drags his reeking entrails o'er the plain.
Unharbor'd now the royal stag forsakes Meanwhile the surly monster trots along,
His wonted lair; he shakes his dappled sides, But with unequal speed; for still they wound, And tosses high his beamy head; the copse Swift-wheeling in the spacious ring. A wood Beneath bis antlers bends. What doubling shifts Of darts upon his back he bears; adown
He tries! not more the wily hare ; in these His tortur'd sides, the crimson torrents roll
Would still persist, did not the full-mouth'd rack From many a gaping font. And now at last With dreadful concert thunder in his rear. Staggering he falls, in blood and foam expires. The woods reply, the hunter's cheering shouts
But whither roves my devious Muse, intent Float through the glades, and the wide forest rings On antique tales? while yet the royal stag
How merrily they chant! their nostrils deep Unsung remains. Tread with respectful awe [bard, Inhale the grateful steam. Such is the cry, Windsor's green glades; where Denham, tuneful And such the harmonious din, the soldier deems Charm'd once the listening Dryads, with his song |The balile kindling, and the statesman grave Sublimely sweet. 0! grant me, sacred shade, Forgets his weighty cares; each age, each sei, To glean submiss what thy full sickle leaves. In the wild transport joins; luxuriant joy,
The morning Sun, that gilds with trembling rays And pleasure in excess, sparkling esult Windsor's high towers, beholds the courtly train On every brow, and revel unrestrain'd. Mount for the chase, nor views in all his course How happy art thou, man, when thou 'rt no more A scene so gay; heroic, noble youths,
| Thyself! when all the pangs that grind thy soul, In arts and arms renown'd, and lovely nymphs In rapture and in sweet oblivion lost, The fairest of this isle, where Beauty dwells Yield a short interval and ease from pain! Delighted, and deserts her Paphian grove
See the swift courser strains, his shining hoofs For our more favor'd shades : in proud parade Securely beat the solid ground. Who now These shine magnificent, and press around
The dangerous pitfall fears, with tangling heath The royal happy pair. Great in themselves, High-overgrown? or who the quivering bog They smile superior; of external show
Soft-yielding to the step? All now is plain, Regardless, while their inbred virtues give Plain as the strand sea-lav'd, that streiches far A lustre to their power, and grace their court Beneath the rocky shore. Glades crossing glades, With real splendors, far above the pomp
The forest opens to our wondering view: Of Eastern kings, in all their tinsel pride.
Such was the king's command. Let tyrants fierce Like troops of Amazons, the female band
Lay waste the world ; his the more glorious part Prance round their cars, not in refulgent arms To check their pride; and when the brazen voice As those of old ; unskill'd to wield the sword, of war is hush'd (as erst victorious Rome) Or bend the bow, these kill with surer aim. IT employ his station'd legions in the work:
Of peace; to smooth the rugged wilderness, And lifts his weary limbs with pain, that scarce To drain the stagnate fen, to raise the slope Sustain their load: he pants, he sobs appalld! Depending road, and to make gay the face
Drops down his heavy head to earth, beneath Of Nature, with th' embellishments of Art. His cumbrous beams oppress'd. But if perchance
How melts my beating heart! as I behold Some prying eye surprise him; soon he rears Each lovely nymph, our island's boast and pride, | Erect his towering front, bounds o'er the lawn Push on the generous steed, that strokes along With ill-dissembled vigor, to amuse O'er rough, o'er smooth, nor heeds the steepy hill, The knowing forester ; who inly smiles Nor falters in th' extended vale below:
At his weak shifts and unavailing frauds. Their garments loosely waving in the wind, So midnight tapers waste their last remains, And all the flush of beauty in their cheeks! Shine forth awhile, and as they blaze expire. While at their sides their pensive lovers wait, From wood to wood redoubling thunders roll, Direct their dubious course ; now chill'd with fear And bellow through the vales; the moving storm Solicitious, and now with love inflam'd.
Thickens amain, and loud triumphant shouts, 0! grant, indulgent Heaven, no rising storm And horns shrill-warbling in each glade, prelude May darken with black wings this glorious scene! To his approaching fate. And now in view Should some malignant power thus damp our joys, With hobbling gait, and high, exerts amaz'd Vain were the gloomy cave, such as of old What strength is left: to the last dregs of life Betray'd to lawless love the Tyrian queen. Reduc'd, his spirits fail, on every side For Britain's virtuous nymphs are chaste as fair, Hemm'd in, besieg'd; not the least opening lest Spotless, unblam'd, with equal triumph reign To gleaming hope, th' unhappy's last reserve. In the dun gloom, as in the blaze of day.
Where shall he turn? or whither fiy ? Despair Now the blown stag, through woods, bogs, roads, Gives courage to the weak. Resolv'd to die, and streams
He fears no more, but rushes on his foes, Has measur'd half the forest; but alas!
And deals his deaths around; beneath his feet He flies in vain, he flies not from his fears.
These grovelling lie, those by his antlers gor'd Though far he cast the lingering pack behind, Defile th' ensanguin'd plain. Ah! see distress'd His haggard fancy still with horror views
He stands at bay against yon knotty trunk, The fell destroyer; still the fatal cry
That covers well his rear, his front presents Insults his ears, and wounds his trembling heart. An host of foes. O! shun, ye noble train, So the poor fury-haunted wretch (his hands The rude encounter, and believe your lives In guiltless blood distain'd) still seems to hear Your country's due alone. As now aloof The dying shrieks; and the pale threatening ghost They wing around, he finds his soul uprais d, Moves as he moves, and as he flies, pursues. To dare some great exploit; he charges home See here his slot; up yon green hill he climbs, Upon the broken pack, that on each side Pants on its brow awhile, sadly looks back
Fly diverse ; then as o'er the turf he strains, On his pursuers, covering all the plain;
He vents the cooling stream, and up the breeze But wrung with anguish, bears not long the sight, Urges his course with equal violence : Shoots down the steep, and sweats along the vale. Then takes the soil, and plunges in the flood There mingles with the herd, where once he reign'd Precipitant; down the mid-stream he wafts Proud monarch of the groves, whose clashing beain Along, till (like a ship distress'd, that runs His rivals aw'd, and whose exalted power
Into some winding creek) close to the verge Was still rewarded with successful love.
Of a small island, for his weary feet But the base herd have learn'd the ways of men, Sure anchorage he finds, there skulks immers'd. Averse they fly, or with rebellious aim
His nose alone above the wave draws in Chase him from thence: needless their impious deed, The vital air; all else beneath the flood The huntsman knows him by a thousand marks, Conceal'd, and lost, deceives each prying eye Black, and imbost; nor are his hounds deceiv'd; Of man or brute. In vain the crowding pack Too well distinguish these, and never leave Draw on the margin of the stream, or cut Their once devoted foe; familiar grows
The liquid wave with oary feet, that move His scent, and strong their appetite to kill.
In equal time. The gliding waters leave Again he flies, and with redoubled speed
No trace behind, and his contracted pores Skims o'er the lawn; still the tenacious crew But sparingly perspire: the huntsman strains Hang on the track, aloud demand their prey, His laboring lungs, and puffs bis cheeks in vain : And push him many a league. If haply then At length a blood-hound bold, studious to kill, Too far escap'd, and the gay courtly train
And exquisite of sense, winds him from far; Behind are cast, the huntsman's clanging whip Headlong he leaps into the flood, his mouth Stops full their bold career; passive they stand, Loud opening spends amain, and his wide throat Unmov'd, an humble, an obsequious crowd, Swells every note with joy; then fearless dives As if by stern Medusa gaz'd to stones.
Beneath the wave, hangs on his haunch, and wounds So at their general's voice whole armies halt Th' unhappy brute, that flounders in the stream In full pursuit, and check their thirst of blood. Sorely distress'd, and struggling strives to mount Soon at the king's command, like hasty streams The steepy shore. Haply once more escap'd, Damm'd up awhile, they foam, and pour along Again he stands at bay, amid the groves With fresh recruited might. The stag, who hop'd Of willows, bending low their downy heads. His foes were lost, now once more hears astunn'd Outrageous transport fires the greedy pack; The dreadful din; he shivers every limb,
These swim the deep, and those crawl up with pain He starts, he bounds, each bush presents a foe. The slippery bank, while others on firma land Press'd by the fresh relay, no pause allow'd, | Engage; the stag repels each bold assault, Breathless, and faint, he falters in his pace, Maintains his post, and wounds for wounds returns
As when some wily corsair boards a ship
Should he not kill, as erst the Samian sage Full-freighted, or from Afric's golden coasts, Taught unadvis'd, and Indian brachmans now Or India's wealthy strand, his bloody crew
As vainly preach; the teeming ravenous brutes Upon her deck he slings; these in the deep Might fill the scanty space of this terrene, Drop short, and swim to reach her steepy sides, Encumbering all the globe: should not his care And clinging climb aloft ; while those on board Improve his growing stock, their kinds might fail; Urge on the work of Fate; the master bold, | Man might once more on roots and acorns feed, Press'd to his last retreat, bravely resolves And through the deserts range, shivering, forlorn, To sink 'his wealth beneath the whelming wave, Quite destitute of every solace dear, His wealth, his foes, nor unreveng'd to die. And every smiling gaiety of life. So fares it with the stag: so he resolves
The prudent huntsman therefore will supply To plunge at once into the flood below,
With annual large recruits his broken pack, Himself, his foes, in one deep gulf immers'd. And propagate their kind ; as from the root Ere yet he executes this dire intent,
Fresh scions still spring forth and daily yield In wild disorder once more views the light; New blooming honors to the parent-tree. Beneath a weight of woe he groans distress'd, Far shall his pack be fam'd, far sought his breed The lears run trickling down his hairy cheeks; And princes at their tables feast those hounds He weeps, nor weeps in vain. The king beholds His hand presents, an acceptable boon. His wretched plight, and tenderness innate | Ere yet the Sun through the bright Ram has urg'a Moves his great soul. Soon at his high command His steepy course, or mother Earth unbound Rebuk'd, the disappointed, hungry pack
Her frozen bosom to the Western gale ; Retire submiss, and grumbling quit their prey. When feather'd troops, their social leagues disso!r 'd. Great Prince! from thee what may thy subjects Select their mates, and on the leafless elm hope;
The noisy rook builds high her wicker nest, So kind, and so beneficent to brules!
Mark well the wanton females of thy pack, O Mercy, heavenly born! sweet attribute!
That curl their taper tales, and frisking court Thou great, thou best prerogative of power! | Their piebald mates enamour'd; their red eyes Justice may guard the throne, but, join'd with thee, Flash fires impure ; nor rest nor food they take, On rocks of adamant it stands secure,
Goaded by furious love. In separate cells
The growling rivals in dread battle join,
Heroes of old with far less fury fought
For the bright Spartan dame, their valor's prize.
Stretch'd on the ground; thy kennel shall appear
A field of blood : like some unhappy town
In civil broils confus'd, while Discord shakes Of the necessity of destroying some beasts, and pre- Her bloody scourge aloft, fierce parties rage,
serving others for the use of man. Of breeding Staining their impious hands in mutual death; of hounds; the season for this business. The And still the best belov'd, and bravest fall: choice of the dog, of great moment. Of the Such are the dire effects of lawless love. litter of whelps. Of the number to be reared. Huntsman! these ills by timely prudent care Of setting them out to their several walks. Care Prevent: for every longing dame select to be taken to prevent their hunting too soon. Some happy paramour; to him alone Of entering the whelps. Of breaking them from In leagues connubial join. Consider well running at sheep. Of the diseases of hounds. His lineage ; what his fathers did of old, Of their age. Of madness; two sorts of it de-Chiefs of the pack, and first to climb the rock, scribed, the dumb and outrageous madness : its Or plunge into the deep, or thread the brake dreadful effects. Burning of the wound recom. With thorn sharp-pointed, plash'd, and briens inmended as preventing all ill consequences. The
woven; infectious hounds to be separated, and fed apart. Observe with care his shape, sort, color, size. The vanity of trusting to the many infallible Nor will sagacious huntsmen less regard cures for this malady. The dismal effects of the His inward habits : the vain babbler shun, biting of a mad dog, upon man, described. De Ever loquacious, ever in the wrong. scription of the otter hunting. The conclusion. His foolish offspring shall offend thy ears
With false alarms, and loud impertinence. Whate'er of earth is form’d, to earth returns Nor less the shifting cur avoid, that breaks Dissolv'd : the various objects we behold,
Ilusive from the pack; to the next hedge Plants, animals, this whole material mass,
Devious he strays, there every muse he tries: Are ever changing, ever new. The soul
If haply then he cross the steaming scent, of man alone, that particle divine,
Away he flies vain-glorious; and exults Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail. As of the pack supreme, and in his speed Hence great the distance'twixt the beasts that perish, And strength unrivallid. Lo! cast far behind, And God's bright image, man's immortal race. His ver'd associates pant, and laboring strain The brute creation are his property,
To climb the steep ascent. Soon as they reach Subservient to his will, and for him made.
Th'insulting boaster, his false courage fails, As hurtful these he kills, as useful those
Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal noose, Preserves; their sole and arbitrary king.
Bis master's hate, and scorn of all the field.
What can from such be hop'd, but a base brood The panting wretch; till, breathless and astunn'd Of coward curs, a frantic, vagrant race?
Stretch'd on the turf he lie. Then spare not thou When now the third revolving Moon appears. The twining whip, but ply his bleeding sides With sharpen'd horns, above th' horizon's brink, Lash after lash, and with thy threatening voice, Without Lucina's aid, expect thy hopes
Harsb-echoing from the hills, inculcate loud
The taper pliant twig, or potters form
Must be the huntsman's care. The staunch old Expose the dwindling refuse, nor o'erload
hounds, Th'indulgent mother. If thy heart relent, Guides of thy pack, though but in number few, Unwilling to destroy, a nurse provide,
Are yet of great account; shall oft untie And to the foster-parent give the care
The Gordian knot, when reason at a stand Of thy superfluous brood; she'll cherish kind Puzzling is lost, and all thy art is vain. The alien offspring; pleas'd thou shalt behold O'er clogging fallows, o'er dry plaster'd roads, Her tenderness, and hospitable love.
O'er floated meads, o'er plains with flocks distain'd If frolic now and playful they desert
Rank-scenting, these must lead the dubious, Their gloomy cell, and on the verdant turf, As party-chiefs in senates who preside, With nerves improv'd, pursue the mimic chase, With pleaded reason and with well-turn'd speech, Coursing around ; unto the choicest friends Conduct the staring multitude ; so these Commit thy valued prize : the rustic dames Direct the pack, who with joint cry approve, Shall at thy kennel wait, and in their laps
And loudly boast discoveries not their own. Receive thy growing hopes, with many a kiss Unnumber'd accidents, and various ills, Caress, and dignify their little charge
Attend thy pack, hang hovering o'er their heads, With some great title, and resounding name And point the way that leads to Death's dark Of high import. But cautious here observe
cave. To check their youthful ardor, nor permit
Short is their span; few at the date arrive The unexperienc'd younker, immature,
of ancient Argus, in old Homer's song Alone to range the woods, or haunt the brakes So highly honor'd: kind, sagacious brute ! Where dodging conies sport; his nerves unstrung, Not ev'n Minerva's wisdom could conceal And strength unequal; the laborious chase
Thy much-lov'd master from thy nicer sense. Shall stint his growth, and his rash forward youth Dying his lord he own'd, view'd him all o'er Contract such vicious habits, as thy care
With eager eyes, then clos'd those eyes, well pleas'd. And late correction never shall reclaim.
Of lesser ills the Muse declines to sing, When to full strength arriv'd, mature and bold, Nor stoops so low ; of these each groom can tell Conduct them to the field ; not all at once, The proper remedy. But O! what care, But as thy cooler prudence shall direct,
What prudence, can prevent madness, the worst Select a few, and form them by degrees
Of maladies? Terrific pest! that blasts To stricter discipline. With these consort, The huntsman's hopes, and desolation spreads The staunch and steady sages of thy pack, Through all th’unpeopled kennel unrestrain'd, By long experience vers'd in all the wiles
More fatal than thienvenom'd viper's bite; And subtle doublings of the various Chase. Or that Apulian spider's poisonous sting, Easy the lesson of the youthful train
Heald by the pleasing antidote of sounds. When instinct prompts, and when example guides. When Sirius reigns, and the Sun's parching beams If the too forward younker at the head
Bake the dry gaping surface, visit thou Press boldly on in wanton sportive mood,
Each ev'n and morn, with quick observant eye, Correct his haste, and let him feel abash'd
Thy panting pack. If, in dark sullen mood, The ruling whip. But if he stoop behind
The glouting hound refuse his wonted meal, In wary modest guise, to his own nose
Retiring to some close, obscure retreat, Confiding sure ; give him full scope to work Gloomy, disconsolate ; with speed remove His winding way, and with thy voice applaud The poor infectious wretch, and in strong chains His patience, and his care: soon shalt thou view Bind him suspected. Thus that dire disease The hopeful pupil leader of his tribe,
Which art can't cure, wise caution may prevent. And all the listening pack attend his call.
But, this neglected, soon expect a change,
And black despair, upon his clouded brow
The clammy venom, and infectious froth, Tie fast the rash offender. See! at first
Distilling fall; and from his lungs inflam'd, Ilis horn'd companion, fearful and amaz'd, Malignant vapors taint the ambient air, Shall drag him trembling o'er the rugged ground : Breathing perdition; his dim eyes are glaz'd, Then, with his load fatigu'd, shall turn ahead, He droops his pensive head, his trembling limbs And with his curl'd hard front incessant peal No more support his weight; abject he lies,