Somervile. Attend his call, then with one mutual cry The welcome news confirm, and echoing hills Repeat the pleafing tale. See how they thread The brakes, and up yon' furrow drive along! But quick they back recoil, and wifely cheek Their eager hafte; then o'er the fallow'd ground How leifurely they work, and many a paufe Th' harmonious concert breaks, till, more affur'd, With joy redoubled the low vallies ring. What artful labyrinths perplex their way!
Ah! there fhe lies: how clofe! fhe pants; fhe doubts
If now fhe lives: fhe trembles as fhe fits, With horror feiz'd. The wither'd grafs that clings Around her head, of the fame ruffet hue, Almost deceiv'd my fight, had not her eyes With life full-beaming her vain wiles betray'd. At distance draw the pack; let all be hufh'd; No clamour loud, no frantic joy, be heard, Left the wild hound run gadding o'er the plain Untractable, nor hear thy chiding voice. Now gently put her off: fee, how direct
To her known mew fhe flies! Here, huntsman, bring
(But without hurry,) all thy jolly hounds, And calmly lay them in. How low they stoop, And feem to plough the ground! then all at once With greedy noftrils inuff the fuming steam, That glads their flutt'ring hearts. As winds let loofe
From the dark caverns of the bluft'ring god They burft away, and fweep the dewy lawn. Hope gives them wings, while fhe's spurnt on by
The welkin rings; men, dogs, hills, rocks, and woods,
In the full concert join. Now, my brave Youths! Stripp'd for the Chafe, give all your fouls to joy. See how their courfers, than the mountain roe More fleet, the verdant carpet fkim! thick clouds
Snorting they breathe, their fhining hoofs fcarce Somervile.
The grafs unbruis'd; with emulation fir'd
They train to lead the field, top the barr'd gate, O'er the deep ditch exulting bound, and brush The thorny-twining hedge: the riders bend O'er their arch'd necks; with fteady hands, by
Indulge their speed, or moderate their rage. Where are their forrows, difappointments, wrongs, Vexations, fickness, cares? all, all are gone! And with the panting winds lag far behind.
Huntsman! her gait obferve; if in wide rings She wheel her mazy way, in the fame round Perfifting ftill, fhe'll foil the beaten track; But if fhe fly, and with the fav'ring wind Urge her bold courfe, lefs intricate thy tafk; Pufh on thy pack. Like fome poor exil'd wretch The frighted Chafe leaves her late dear abodes, O'er plains remote fhe ftretches far away, Ah! never to return! for greedy Death Hov'ring exults, fecure to feize his prey.
Hark! from yon' covert, where those tow'ring
Above the humble copfe afpiring rife, What glorious triumphs burlt in ev'ry gale Upon our ravifh'd ears! The hunters fhout, The clanging horns fwell their fweet-winding no- tes,
The pack wide op'ning load the trembling air With various melody; from tree to tree The propagated cry redoubling bounds, And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy Thro' all the regions near. Afflictive birch No more the fchool-boy dreads; his prifon broke,
Scamp'ring he flies, nor heeds his master's call.
The weary traveller forgets his road,
Somervile, And climbs th' adjacent hill. The ploughman lea<
Th' unfinish'd furrow; nor his bleating flocks
Are now the fhepherd's joy.
Defert th' unpeopled village, and wild crouds. Spread o'er the plain, by the fweet frenzy feiz'd. Look how fhe pants! and o'er yon'op'ning glade Slips glancing by; while at the further end The puzzling pack unravel wile by wile, Maze within maze! The covert's utmoft bound Slily fhe fkirts; behind them cautious creeps, And in that very track, fo lately stain'd By all the fteaming croud, feems to pursue The foe 1 he flies. Let cavillers deny
That brutes have reafon; fure 'tis fomething
'Tis Heav'n directs, and ftratagems infpires- Beyond the fhort extent of human thought. But hold I fee her from the covert break!
Sad on yon' little eminence fhe fits; Intent fhe liftens with one ear erect
Pond'ring, and doubtful what new courfe to take, And how to 'fcape the fierce blood-thirsty crew That still urge on, and still in vollies loud Infult her woes, and mock her four diftrefs. As now in louder peals the loaded winds Bring on the gath'ring ftorm, her fears prevail, And o'er the plain and o'er the mountain's ridge Away fhe flies; nor fhips with winds and tide, And all their canvafs wings, fcud half so fast. Once more, ye jovial train! your courage try And each clean courfer's fpeed. We fcour along, In pleafing hurry and confufion tofs'd, Oblivion to be wifh'd. The patient pack Hang on the scent unweary'd; up they climb, And ardent we purfue: our lab'ring fteeds- We prefs, we gore, till once the fummit gain'd, Painfully panting: there we breathe a while; Then like a foaming torrent, pouring down
Precipitant, we fmoke along the vale. Happy the man, who with unrivall'd speed Can país his fellows, and with pleasure view The struggling pack! how in the rapid courfe Alternate they prefide, and joftling push To guide the dubious fcent, how giddy youth Oft' babbling errs, by wifer age reprov'd; How, niggard of his ftrength, the wife old hound Hangs in the rear, till fome important point Roufe all his diligence, or till the Chafe
Sinking he finds; then to the head he springs, With thirst of glory fir'd, and wins the prize. Huntsman take heed; they ftop in full career; Yon' crouding flocks, that at a distance gaze, Have haply foild the turf. See that old hound, How bufily he works, but dares not truft His doubtful fenfe! Draw yet a wider ring. Hark! now again the chorus fills. As bells, Sally'd a while, at once their pale renew, And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls. See how they tofs, with animated rage Recov'ring all they loft!
Some doubling wile forefhews.
They're check'd - Hold back with speed
They flowrifh roundev'n yet perfift!
Away they spring; the rustling ftrubbles bend Beneath the driving ftorm. Now the poor Chafe Begins to flag, to her laft fhifts reduc'd.
From brake to brake she flies, and vifits all Her well-known haunts, where once fhe rang'd fe-
With love and plenty blefs'd.
She reels along, and by her gait betrays
Her inward weaknefs. See how black f he looks! The fweat that clogs th' obftructed pores fcarce lea-
Somervile., A languid fcent. And now in open views See, fee! The flies; each eager hound exerts His utmost speed, and ftretches ev'ry nerve. How quick 1 he turns, their gaping jaws eludes, And yet a moment lives, till round enclos'd By all the greedy pack, with infant fcreams She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies! So when the furious Bacchanals affail'd Threician Orpheus, poor ill-fated Bard!
Loud was the cry; hills, woods, and Hebrus' banks,
Return'd their clam'rous rage: diftrefs'd he flies, Shifting from place to place; but flies in vain. For eager they purfue, till panting, faint, By noify multitudes o'erpow'rd, he finks To the relentless croud a bleeding prey!
The huntsman now, a deep incifion made, Shakes out with hands impure, and daf hes down Her reeking entrails, and yet quiv'ring heart.
Thefe claim the pack, the bloody perquifite For all their toils. Stretch'd on the ground fhe lies,
A mangled corfe, in her dim-glaring eyes Cold Death exults, and ftiffens ev'ry limb. Aw'd by the threat'ning whip, the furious hounds Around her bay, or at their mafter's foot Each happy fav'rite courts his kind applause, With humble adoration cow'ring low.
All now is joy. With cheeks full-blown they wind Her folemn dirge, while the loud-op'ning pack The concert fwell, and hills and dales return The fadly-pleafing founds. Thus the poor hare, puny daftard animal! but vers'd In fubtle wiles, diverts the youthful train,
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