THE HUNT IN LITERATURE 



Listening how the hounds and horn 

 Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, 

 From the side of some hoar hill 

 Through the high wood echoing shrill. 



Milton. 



Hark ! the Hollow Woods Resounding -£Z> 

 A Glee 



HARK ! the hollow woods resounding, 

 Echo to the hunter's cry, 

 Hark ! how all the vales resounding. 



To his cheering voice reply ; 

 Now so swift o*er hills aspiring. 



He pursues the gay delight, 

 Distant woods and plains retiring. 

 Seem to vanish from his sight. 



Flying still, and still pursuing. 



See the fox, the hounds, the men, 

 Cunning cannot save from ruin. 



Free from refuge, wood, or den ; 

 Now they kill him, homeward hie them, 



To a jovial night's repast, 

 Thus no sorrow e'er comes nigh them, 



Health continues to the last. 



