' En age, segnes 

 Rumpe moras ; vocat ingenti clamore Cithaeron, 

 Taygetique canes, domitri.xque Epidaurus equoruni ; 

 Et vox assensu nemorum ingeminata remugit.' 



Virgil, Oeorgics III. 



' Hark, away, 

 Cast far behind the lingering cares of life. 

 Cithaeron calls aloud, and in full cry 

 Thy hounds, Taygetus. Epidaurus trains 

 For us the generous steed ; the hunter's shouts, 

 And cheering cries, assenting woods return.' 



' My hoarse-sounding horn 

 Invites thee to the Chase, the sport of kings ; 

 Image of war, without its guilt.' 



SoMERViLLE, The Chose, Book I. 



