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He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield,Ask'd next day, "if men ever hunted twice?"
— Chase
He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield,Ask'd next day, "if men ever hunted twice?"
Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They charmed it with smiles and soap.
The dusky night rides down the sky And a-hunting we will go.
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams, Are as new and as old as the world.
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn.
Love's torments made me seek the chase;The raven cried: "Head-off! head off!"
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark, In dog-rel verse of hounds.
D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
With a hey, ho, chevy!This day a stag must die.
My hoarse-sounding hornInvites thee to the chase, the sport of kings.
