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Spots against spots with rage improving glow; The royal offspring, fairest of the fair,
Lead on the splendid train. Anna, more bright
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 brutes an equal war.
lords But borne by him, without the well-train'd pack, To bow and sue for grace. But who is he Man dares his foe, on wings of wind secure. Fresh as a rose-bud newly blown, and fair
Him the fierce Arab mounts, and, with his troop As opening lilies; on whom every eye or bold compeers, ranges the deserts wild; With joy and admiration dwells ? See, see, Where, by the magnet's aid, the traveller He reins his docile barb with manly grace. Steers his untrodden course ; yet oft on land Is it Adonis for the chase array'd ? Is wreck'd, in the high-rolling waves of sand Or Britain's second hope? Hail, blooming youth! Immerst and lost. While these intrepid bands, May all your virtues with your years improve, Safe in their horses' speed, outfly the storm, (prey, Till in consummate worth, you shine the pride And scouring round, make men and beasts their of these our days, and to succeeding times The grisly boar is singled from his herd,
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 hush'd, 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 unmov'd, 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 Swifi-wheeling in the spacious ring. A wood Beneath his 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 pack 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 battle kindling, and the statesman grave Sublimely sweet. O! grant me, sacred shade, Forgets his weighty cares; each age, each sex, 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 exult Windsor's high towers, beholds the courily 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 stretches 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 lists his weary limbs with pain, that scarce
How melts my beating heart! as I behold Some prying eye surprise him; soon he rears
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 left 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 fly? Despair Now the blown stag, through woods, bogs, roads, Gives courage to the weak. Resolv'd lo die, and streams
He fears no more, but rushes on his foes, llas 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 sleep, and sweats along the vale. Then takes the soil, and plunges in the flood There mingles with the herd, where once he reign's Precipitant ; down the mid-stream he walls Proud monarch of the groves, whose clashing beam 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 his 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 gazd 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 firm 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
The prudent huntsman therefore will supply
With annual large recruits his broken pack,
Fresh scions still spring forth and daily yield
Ere yet the Sun through the bright Ram has urg'd
Her fro bosom to the Western gale ;
The noisy rook builds high her wicker nest,
Mark well the wanton females of thy pack, O Mercy, heavenly born! sweet auribute !
That curl their ta per tales, and frisking court Thou great, thou best prerogative of power! Their piebald mates enamourd; 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 And braves the storm beneath: soon as thy smiles Confine them now, lest bloody civil wars Gild the rough deep, the foaming waves subside, Annoy thy peaceful state. If left at large, And all the noisy tumult sinks in peace.
The growling rivals in dread battle join,
And rude encounter ; on Scamander's streams
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 ;
With false alarms, and loud impertinence.
Illusive 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
To climb the steep ascent. Soon as they reach
Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal noose,
His 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
Harsh-echoing from the hills, inculcate loud Are amply crown'd; short pangs produce to light His vile offence. Sooner shall trembling doves The smoking litter; crawling, helpless, blind, Escap'd the hawk's sharp talons, in mid air, Nature their guide, they seek the pouting teat Assail their dangerous foe, than he once more That plenteous streams. Soon as the tender dam Disturb the peaceful flocks.
tender age Has form’d them with her tongue, with pleasure Thus youth is train'd; as curious artists bend view
The taper pliant twig, or potters form The marks of their renown'd progenitors, Their soft and ductile clay to various shapes. Sure pledge of triumphs yet to come. All these Nor is 't enough to breed; but to preserve, Select with joy; but to the merciless flood 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 lale 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 th' envenom'd viper's bite; And subtle doublings of the various Chase. Or that Apulian spider's poisonous sling, Easy the lesson of the youthful train
Heal'd 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,
Distilling fall; and from his lungs inflam'd,
Dumb, spiritless, benumb’d; till Death at last The wound ; spare not thy flesh, nor dread th'event:
Here should the knowing Muse recount the means
Each hand presents a sovereign cure, and boasts
Of this contagious bite on hapless man.
Of leeches old, as soon as they perceive
Now journeys home secure; but soon shall wish
Closing her monthly round, returns again
And all its fiery particles saline,
Oft intermits; pensive, and sad, he mourns
And wildly stares; at last with boundless sway
Raving he foams, and howls, and barks, and bites;
Present like species to his troubled mind; At one short poisonous gasp he breathes his last. His nature and his actions all canine.
Hence to the kennel, Muse, return, and view So (as old Homer sung) th' associates wild
Of wandering Ithacus, by Circe's charms (groves,
See there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with thirst,
One labor yet remains, celestial Maid!
With pointed thorn, and briers intricate,
But skim with wanton wing the irriguous vale,
Of hoary willows arch'd ; gloomy retreat
On the green watery reed their pasture graze,