tHOUGHTS UPON HUNTING, j6j 



tto\Y muiical their tongues ! — And as they get 

 nearer to him, how the chorus fills ! — Hark ! he 

 is found. — Now, where are all your forrows^ and 

 your cares, ye gloomy fouls ! Or where your pains, 

 and aches, ye complaining ones ! one halloo has 

 difpelled them all. — What a crafh they make ! 

 and echo feemingly takes pleafure to repeat 

 the found. The aftonifiied traveller forfakes his 

 road, lured by its melody ; the liltening plowman 

 how flops his plow ; and every diflant Ihepherd 

 iiegledls his flock, and runs to fee him break.-«- 

 )»\^hat joy ! what eagernefs in every face 1 



** How happy art thou, man, when thou'rt no more 

 Thyfelf ! when all the pangs that grind thy foul, 

 In rapture and in fweet oblivion loil, 

 Yield a fhort interval, and eafe from pain !" 



SoMERVILEi 



Mark how he runs the cover's utmoft: limits^ 

 yet dares not venture forth ; the hounds are ftill 

 too near ! — That check is lucky ! — now, if our 

 friends head him not, he will foon be ofi— hark I 

 they halloo : by G — d he's gone ! 



■ Hark 1 what loud fhotlts 



Re-echo thro' the groves ! he breaks away : 

 Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each ftraggling houftcj 

 Strains o'er the lawn to reach tlie diftant pack, 

 'Tis triumph all, and joy,'* 



SoMEHVlL&i 



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