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With humble adulation cowering low.
| In compass round; woods, rivers, hills, and plains, All now is joy. With cheeks full-blown they wind Large provinces ; enough to gratify Her solemn dirge, while the loud-opening pack | Ambition's highest aim, could reason bound The concert swell, and hills and dales return Man's erring will. Now sit in close divan The sadly-pleasing sounds. Thus the poor hare, The mighty chiefs of this prodigious host. A puny, dastard animal, but vers'd
He from the throne high-eminent presides, In subtle wiles, diverts the youthful train.
Gives out his mandates proud, laws of the chase, But if thy proud, aspiring soul disdains
From ancient records drawn. With reverence low, So mean a prey, delighted with the pomp,
And prostrate at his feet, the chiefs receive Magnificence, and grandeur of the chase ;
His irreversible decrees, from which Hear what the Muse from faithful records sings. To vary is to die. Then his brave bands
Why on the banks of Gemna, Indian stream, Each to his station leads; encamping round, Line within line, rise the pavilions proud,
Till the wide circle is completely form'd. Their silken streamers waving in the wind ?
Where decent order reigns, what these command, Why neighs the warrior horse? From tent to tent, Those execute with speed, and punctual care, Why press in crowds the buzzing multitude ? In all the strictest discipline of war: Why shines the polish'd helm, and pointed lance, As if some watchful foe, with bold insult, This way and that far beaming o'er the plain ? Hung lowering o'er their camp. The high resolve, Nor Visapour nor Golconda rebel;
That flies on wings through all th' encircling line, Nor the great Sophy, with his numerous host, Each motion steers, and animates the whole. Lays waste the provinces; nor glory fires
So by the Sun's attractive power controllid, To rob and to destroy, beneath the name
The planets in their spheres roll round his orb : And specious guise of war. A nobler cause On all he shines, and rules the great machine. Calls Aurengzebe to arms. No cities sack'd, Ere yet the morn dispels the Heeting mists, No mother's tears, no helpless orphan's cries, The signal given by the loud trumpet's voice, No violated leagues, with sharp remorse
Now high in air th' imperial standard waves, Shall sting the conscious victor: but mankind Emblazon'd rich with gold, and glittering gems, Shall hail him good and just. For 'tis on beasts And like a sheet of fire, through the dun gloom He draws his vengeful sword ! on beasts of prey Streaming meteorous. The soldiers' shouts, Full-fed with human gore. See, see, he comes ! And all the brazen instruments of war, Imperial Dehli, opening wide her gates,
| With mutual clamour, and united din, Pours out her thronging legions, bright in arms, | Fill the large concave. While from camp to camp And all the pomp of war. Before them sound They catch the varied sounds, floating in air, Clarions and trumpets, breathing martial airs, | Round all the wide circumference, tigers fell And bold defiance. High upon his throne, | Shrink at the noise, deep in his gloomy den Borne on the back of his proud elephant,
! The lion starts, and morsels yet unchew'd Sits the great chief of Tamur's glorious race: ! Drop from his trembling jaws. Now all at once Sublime he sits, amid the radiant blaze
| Onward they march embattled, to the sound
Heroic deeds. In parties here and there
A faithful guard. No haunt unsearch'd, they drive Of chosen beauties, but with care conceal'd
From every covert, and from every den, From each intrusive eye; one look is death. The lurking savages. Incessant shouts Ah, cruel eastern law ! (had kings a power
Re-echo through the woods, and kindling fires But equal to their wild tyrannic will)
| Glearn from the mountain tops; the forest seems To rob us of the Sun's all-cheering ray,
| One mingling blaze: like flocks of sheep they fiy Were less severe. The vulgar close the march, Before the flaming brand : fierce lions, pards, Slaves and artificers; and Dehli mourns
Boars, tigers, bears and wolves; a dreadful crew Her empty and depopulated streets.
Of grim blood-thirsty foes; growling along, Now at the camp arriv'd, with stern review, They stalk indignant ; but fierce vengeance still Through groves of spears, from file to file he darts | Hangs pealing on their rear, and pointed spears His sharp experienc'd eye; their order marks, Present immediate death. Soon as the Night Each in his station rang'd, exact and firm,
Wrapt in her sable veil forbids the chase, Till in the boundless line his sight is lost.
They pitch their tents, in even ranks, around Not greater multitudes in arms appear'd
The circling camp. The guards are plac'd, and fires On these extended plains, when Ammon's son At proper distances ascending rise, With mighty Porus in dread battle join'd,
And paint th' horizon with their ruddy light. The vassal world the prize. Nor was that host So round some island's shore of large extent, More numerous of old, which the great king * Amid the gloomy horrours of the night, Pour'd out on Greece from all th' unpeopled East, The billows breaking on the pointed rocks, That bridg'd the Hellespont from shore to shore, Seem all one flame, and the bright circuit wide And drank the rivers dry. Meanwhile in troops Appears a bulwark of surrounding fire. The busy hunter-train mark out the ground, What dreadful howlings, and what hideous roar, A wide circumference, full many a league | Disturb those peaceful shades! where erst the bird
That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves • Xerxes.
| With sweet complainings. Through the silent gloon Oft they the guards assail ; as oft repellid
A strange promiscuous carnage, drench'd in blood, They fly reluctant, with hot boiling rage
And heaps on heaps amass'd. What yet remain Stung to the quick, and mad with wild despair. Alive, with vain assault contend to break Thus day by day they still the chase renew,
Th' impenetrable line. Others, whom fear At night encamp ; till now in streighter bounds Inspires with self-preserving wiles, beneath The circle lessens, and the beasts perceive
| The bodies of the slain for shelter creep. The wall that hems them in on every side.
Aghast they fly, or hide their heads dispers'd. (work And now their fury bursts, and knows no mean; | And now perchance (had Heaven but pleas'd) the From man they turn, and point their ill-judg'd rage of death had been complete ; and Aurengzebe Against their fellow-brutes. With teeth and claws By one dread frown extinguish'd half their race. The civil war begins; grappling they tear.
When lo! the bright sultanas of his court Lions on tigers prey, and bears on wolves :
Appear, and to his ravish'd eyes display Horrible discord! till the crowd behind
Those charms but rarely to the day reveal'd. Shouting pursue, and part the bloody fray.
Lowly they bend, and humbly sue, to save At once their wrath subsides ; tame as the lamb The vanquish'd host. What mortal can deny The lion hangs his head, the furious pard,
When suppliant Beauty begs ? At his command, Cow'd and subdu'd, flies from the face of man, Opening to right and left, the well-train'd troops Nor bears one glance of his commanding eye. Leave a large void for their retreating foes. So abject is a tyrant in distress!
Away they fly, on wings of fear upborn, At last, within the narrow plain confin'd, To seek on distant hills their late abodes. A listed field, mark'd out for bloody deeds,
Ye proud oppressors, whose vain hearts exult An amphitheatre more glorious far
In wantonness of power 'gainst the brute race, Than ancient Rome could boast, they crowd in heaps, Fierce robbers like yourselves, a guiltless war Dismay'd, and quite appall’d. In meet array, Wage uncontrollid: here quench your thirst of Sheath'd in refulgent arms, a noble band
wolves' heads upon the kings of Wales : from Panting behind. On foot their faithful slaves hence a transition to fox-hunting, which is With javelins arm'd attend; each watchful eye described in all its parts. Censure of an overFix'd on his youthful care, for him alone
numerous pack. Of the several engines to deHe fears, and, to redeem his life, unmoy'd
stroy foxes, and other wild beasts. The steel-trap Would lose his own. The mighty Aurengzebe, described, and the manner of using it. DeFrom his high-elevated throne, beholds
scription of the pitfall for the lion; and another His blooming race; revolving in his mind
for the elephant. The ancient way of hunting What once he was, in his gay spring of life,
the siger with a mirrour. The Arabian mauner When vigour strung.his nerves. Parental joy of hunting the wild boar. Description of the Melts in his eye, and flushes in his cheek.
royal stag-chase at Windsor Forest. Concludes Now the loud trumpet sounds a charge. The shouts with an address to his Majesty, and an eulogy Of eager hosts, through all the circling line,
upon mercy. And the wild howlings of the beasts within, Rend wide the welkin'; Aights of arrows, wing'd | In Albion's isle, when glorious Edgar reign'd, With death, and javelins launch'd from every arm, He, wisely provident, from her white cliffs Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound Lanch'd half her forests, and with numerous fleets Gor'd through and through. Despair at last prevails, Cover'd his wide domain : there proudly rode When fainting Nature shrinks, and rouses all | Lord of the deep, the great prerogative Their drooping courage. Swell’d with furious rage, Of British monarchs. Each invader bold, Their eyes dart fire; and on the youthful band Dane and Norwegian, at a distance gaz'd, They rush implacable. They their broad shields | And, disappointed, gnash'd his teeth in vain. Quick interpose ; on each devoted head
He scour'd the seas, and to remotest shores Their flaming falchions, as the bolts of Jove, With swelling sails the trembling corsair fled. Descend unerring. Prostrate on the ground Rich commerce flourish'd ; and with busy oars The grinning monsters lie, and their foul gore Dash'd the resounding surge. Nor less at land Defiles the verdant plain. Nor idle stand
His royal cares; wise, potent, gracious prince ! The trusty slaves; with pointed spears they pierce His subjects from their cruel foes he sav'd, Through their tough hides; or at their gaping mouths And from rapacious savages their flocks : An easier passage find. The king of brutes Cambria's proud kings (though with reluctance) paid In broken roarings breathes his last ; the bear Their tributary wolves; head after head, Grumbles in death ; nor can his spotted skin, In full account, till the woods yield no more, Though sleek it shine, with varied beauties gay, And all the ravenous race extinct is lost. Save the proud pard from unrelenting fate.
In fertile pastures, more securely graz'd The battle bleeds, grim Slaughter strides along, The social troops ; and soon their large increase Glutting her greedy jaws, grins o'er her prey : With curling fleeces whiten'd all the plains. Men, horses, dogs, fierce beasts of every kind, | But yet, alas! the wily fox remain 'd,
A subtle, pilfering foe, prowling around
Wide-gaping threatens death. The craggy steep, In midnight shades, and wakeful to destroy. Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls with care, In the full fold, the poor defenceless lamb, And clings to every twig, gives us no pain; Seiz'd by his guileful arts, with sweet warm blood But down we sweep, as stoops the falcon bold Supplies a rich repast. The mournful ewe, To pounce his prey. Then up th' opponent hill, Her dearest treasure lost, through the dun night By the swift motion slung, we mount aloft : Wanders perplex'd, and darkling bleats in vain: So ships in winter-seas now sliding sink While in th' adjacent bush, poor Philomel
Adown the steepy wave, then toss'd on high (Herself a parent once, till wanton churls
Ride on the billows, and defy the storm. (Chase Despoil'd her nest) joins in her loud laments,
What lengths we pass! where will the wandering With sweeter notes, and more melodious woe. Lead us bewilder'd! smooth as swallows skim .
For these nocturnal thieves, huntsman, prepare The new-shorn mead, and far more swift, we fly. Thy sharpest vengeance. Oh! how glorious 'tis See my brave pack; how to the head they press, To right th' oppress'd, and bring the felon vile Jostling in close array, then more diffuse To just disgrace! Ere yet the morning peep, Obliquely wheel, while from their opening mouths Or stars retire from the first blush of day,
The vollied thunder breaks. So when the cranes With thy far-echoing voice alarm thy pack,
Their annual voyage steer, with wanton wing And rouse thy bold compeers. Then to the copse, Their figure oft they change, and their loud clang Thick with entangling grass, or prickly furze, From cloud to cloud rebounds. How far behind With silence lead thy many-colour'd hounds, The hunter-crew, wide-straggling o'er the plain! In all their beauty's pride. See ! how they range The panting courser now with trembling nerves Dispers’d, how busily this way, and that,
Begins to reel ; urg'd by the goring spur, They cross, examining with curious nose
Makes many a faint effort: he snorts, he foams, Each likely haunt. Hark! on the drag I hear The big round drops run trickling down his sides, Their doubtful notes, preluding to a cry
With sweat and blood distain'd. Look back and view More nobly full, and swell'd with every mouth. The strange confusion of the vale below, As straggling armies, at the trumpet's voice, Where sour vexation reigns; see yon poor jade! Press to their standard ; hither all repair,
In vain th' impatient rider frets and swears; And hurry through the woods; with hasty step With galling spurs harrows his mangled sides : Rustling, and full of hope; now driven on heaps | He can no more : his stiff unpliant limbs They push, they strive; while from his kennel | Rooted in earth, unmov'd and fix'd he stands, sneaks
For every cruel curse returns a groan, The conscious villain. See ! he skulks along, And sobs, and faints, and dies. Who without grief Sleek at the shepherd's cost, and plump with meals Can view that pamper'd steed, his master's joy, Purloin'd. So thrive the wicked here below. His minion, and his daily care, well cloth'd, Though high his brush he bear, though tipt with | Well fed with every nicer cate; no cost, white
No labour spar'd; who, when the flying Chase It gaily shine ; yet ere the Sun declin'd
Broke from the copse, without a rival led Recall the shades of night, the pamper'd rogue The numerous train : now a sad spectacle Shall rue his fate revers'd, and at his heels
Of pride brought low, and humbl'd insolence, Behold the just avenger, swift to seize
| Drove like a pannier'd ass, and scourg'd along. His forfeit head, and thirsting for his blood. [hearts While these, with loosen'd reins and dangling heels,
Heavens! what melodious strains ! how beat our Hang on their reeling palfreys, that scarce bear Big with tumultuous joy ! the loaded gales | Their weights : another in the treacherous bog Breathe harmony; and as the tempest drives į Lies floundering, half ingulph’d. What biting From wood to wood, through every dark recess
thoughts The forest thunders, and the mountains shake. Torment th' abandon's crew! Old age laments The chorus swells ; less various, and less sweet, His vigour spent: the tall, plump, brawny youth The trilling notes, when in those very groves, | Curses his cumberous bulk; and envies now The feather'd choristers salute the Spring,
The short pygmean race he whilom kenn'd And every bush in concert joins; or when
With proud insulting leer. A chosen few The master's hand, in modulated air,
Alone the sport enjoy, nor droop beneath height Bids the loud organ breathe, and all the powers Their pleasing toils. Here, huntsman, from this Of music in one instrument combine,
Observe yon birds of prey; if I can judge, An universal minstrelsy. And now
'Tis there the villain lurks: they hover round In vain each earth he tries, the doors are barr'd And claim him as their own. Was I not right? Impregnable, nor is the covert safe;
See! there he creeps along; his brush he drags, He pants for purer air. Hark! what loud shouts And sweeps the mire impure; from his wide jaws Re-echo through the groves! he breaks away. His tongue unmoisten'd hangs; symptoms too sure Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each straggling of sudden death. Ha! yet he flies, nor yields hound
To black despair. But one loose more, and all Strains o'er the lawn to reach the distant pack. His wiles are vain. Hark! through yon village now 'Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my brave youths, The rattling clamour rings. The barns, the cots, Now give a loose to the clean generous steed; | And leafless elms return the joyous sounds. Flourish the whip, nor spare the galling spur; Through every homestall, and through every yard, But, in the madness of delight, forget
His midnight walks, panting, forlorn, he flies; Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range, | Through every hole he sneaks, through every jakes And dangerous our course ; but in the brave Plunging he wades besmear'd, and fondly hopes True courage never fails. In vain the stream In a superior stench to lose his own : In foaming eddies whirls; in vain the ditch But, faithful to the track, th' unerring hounds
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, Rouze 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, vexatious! For the wily fox,
Into the deep abyss. Prostrate he lies Safe in th' increasing number of his foes,
Astunn'd and impotent. Ah! what avail Kens well the great advantage ; slinks behind, Thine eye-balls flashing fire, thy length of tail, And slyly 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 ecstasy, the panting throng
The terrour of the woods, thy stately port,
The black inhabitants a pitfall frame,
With slender poles the wide capacious mouth,
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 Prepar'd to fly at once, whene'er the tread
With kind refreshing dews the thirsty glebe, Of 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 shar'd the wounded joint, and with a limb The rich repast, unweeting of the death Cornpounded 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 vapours, 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 all its towers. Subtle, delusive man!
Fierce from his lair, springs forth the speckled pard
The huntsman flies, but to bis 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 mirrour 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.
With sweet engaging air, but equal power,
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.
Fresh as a rose-bud newly blown, and fair
He reins his docile barb with manly grace.
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 honour '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. Unharbour'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 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 ringe. 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 th' harmonious din, the soldier deeins 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 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 case from pain! Delighted, and deserts her Paphian grove
See the swift courser strains, his shining hoof's For our more favour'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 splendours, 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. Temploy his station'd legions in the works