HUNTING SONGS 



XX 



Eye, cheek, and throat distended, 

 Each fibre strain'd to blow. 



His life-breath past in that bugle blast, 

 And he fell from the saddle bow. 



XXI 



Where the Baron's chase was ended. 

 There they laid his bones to rot ; 



And his heirs, in after ages, 

 Built a Chapel on the spot. 



XXII 



And still, they say, that bugle blast. 

 When Easter-tide comes round. 



Disturbs the midnight forest 



With a strange unearthly sound. 



O71 the New Kennel, erected on 

 Dela?nere Forest 



May 1834 



I 



GREAT names in the Abbey are graven in 

 stone. 

 Our kennel records them in good flesh and bone ; 

 A Bedford, a Gloster, to life we restore,^ 

 And Nelson with Victory couple once more. 



^ Note 31. 

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