THE POETRY OF HUNTING 



Song shall declare a way 

 How to drive care away, 

 Pain and despair away — 

 Hunting the Fox. 



Egerton-fVarburton. 



The Hunting of the Stag o ^^> 



NOW when the Hart doth hear 

 The often-bellowing hounds to vent his secret 

 lair, 

 He rousing rusheth out, and through the brakes 



doth drive. 

 As though up by the roots the bushes he would 



rive. 

 And through the cumb'rous thicks, as fearfully he 



makes, 

 He with his branched head the tender saplings 



shakes. 

 That sprinkling their moist pearl do seem for him 



to weep ; 

 When after goes the cry, with yellings loud and 



deep, 

 That all the forest rings, and every neighbouring 



place : 

 And there is not a hound but falleth to the chase. 

 Rechating with his horn, which then the hunter 



chears. 

 While still the Stag — his high-palm'd head up-bears, 

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