THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING, IJ'J 



-See ! how they range 



Dlspers'd, how busily this way and that 

 They cross, examining with curious nose 

 Each likely haunt. Hark ! on the drag I hear 

 Their doubtful notes, preluding to a cry 

 More nobly full, aftid s^ivell'd with eve^f mouth." 



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How musical their tongues ! — -and as they get nearer to 

 him, how the chorus fills ! — Hark, he is found I — Now, 

 where are all your sorrows, and your cares, ye gloomy 

 souls 1 — or where your pains and aches^ ye complaining 

 ones! — one halloo has dispelled them all. What a crash 

 they make ! — and echo seemingly takes pleasure to repeat 

 the sound. The astonished traveller forsakes his road, 

 lured by its melody : the listening ploughman now stops 

 his plough ; and every distant shepherd negledts his flock, 

 and runs to see him break — what joy, what eagerness, in 

 every face ! 



*^ How happy art thou, Man, when thou'rt no more 

 Thyself! when all the pangs that grind thy soul. 

 In rapture and in sweet oblivion lost, 

 Yield a short interval and ease from pain." 



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