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HUNTING THE DEER.
Thus sing away the morn, until the mounting sun DESCRIPTION OF MORNING, BIRDS, AND
Through thick exhaled fogs his golden head hath
run, And through the twisted tops of our close covert
creeps When Phæbus lifts his head out of the winter's To kiss the gentle shade, this while that sweetly wave,
sleeps. No sooner doth the earth her flowery bosom brave,
And near to these our thicks, the wild and frightAt such time as the year brings on the pleasant
ful herds, spring,
Not hearing other noise but this of chattering birds, But hunts-up to the morn the feather'd sylvans Feed fairly on the lawns; both sorts of season'd deer: sing:
Here walk the stately red, the freckled fallow there : And in the lower grove, as on the rising knoll,
The bucks and lusty stags amongst the rascals l'pon the highest spray of every mounting pole,
strew'd, Those quiristers are percht with many a speckled As sometime gallant spirits amongst the multitude.
Of all the beasts which we for our venerial name, breast. Then from her burnisht gate the goodly glitt’ring of which most princely chase sith none did e'er
The hart among the rest, the hunter's noblest game: east Gilds every lofty top, which late the humorous night
report, Bespangled had with pearl, to please the morning's Or by description touch, t express that wondrous sight :
sport On which the mirthful quires, with their clear open (Yet might have well beseem’d th' ancients nobler throats,
songs) Unto the joyful morn so strain their warbling notes,
To our old Arden here, most fitly it belongs : That hills and valleys ring, and even the echoing air
Yet shall she not invoke the muses to her aid ; Seems all composed of sounds, about them every
But thee, Diana bright, a goddess and a maid : where.
In many a huge-grown wood, and many a shady The throstel, with shrillsharps; as purposely he sung
grove, T' awake the lustless sun ; or chiding, that so long
Which oft hast borne thy bow (great huntress, used He was in coming forth, that should the thickets to rove) thrill;
At many a cruel beast, and with thy darts to pierce The woosel near at hand, that hath a golden bill; The lion, panther, ounce, the bear, and tiger fierce; As nature him had markt of purpose, t' let us see
And following thy fleet game, chaste mighty forest's That from all other birds his tunes should different queen, be :
With thy disheveld nymphs attired in youthful For, with their vocal sounds, they sing to pleasant green, May ;
About the lawns hast scour'd, and wastes both far l'pon his dulcet pipe the merle doth only play. When in the lower brake, the nightingale hard by, Brave huntress; but no beast shall provethy quarries In such lamenting strains the joyful hours doth ply, As though the other birds she to her tunes would
Save those the best of chase, the tall and lusty red, draw
The stag for goodly shape, and stateliness of head, And, but that nature (by her all-constraining law)
Is fitt'st to hunt at force. For whom, when with his Each bird to her own kind this season doth invite, hounds They else, alone to hear that charmer of the night, The labouring hunter tufts the thick unbarbed (The more to use their ears) their voices sure would grounds
Where harbour'd is the hart ; there often from his spare, That moduleth her tunes so admirably rare,
feed As man to set in parts at first had learn’d of her. The dogs of him do find; or thorough skilful heed, To Philomel the next, the linnet we prefer ;
The huntsman by his slot, or breaking earth, perAnd by that warbling bird, the wood-lark place we
[wren. On ent’ring of the thick by pressing of the greaves, The red-sparrow, the nope, the red-breast, and the Where he had gone to lodge. Now when the hart The yellow-pate; which though she hurt the bloom
doth hear ing tree,
The often-bellowing hounds to vent his secret leir, Yet scarce hath any bird a finer pipe than she. He rousing rusheth out, and through the brakes And of these chaunting fowls, the goldfinch not doth drive, behind,
Is though up by the roots the bushes he would That hath so many sorts descending from her kind. rive. The tydy for her notes as delicate as they,
Ind through the cumbrous thicks, as fearfully he The laughing hecco, then the counterfeiting jay, makes, The softer with theshrill(some hidamong the leaves, 'le with his branched head the tender saplings Some in the taller trees, some in the lower greaves) shakes,
That sprinkling their moist pearl do seem for him
to weep; When after goes the cry, with yellings loud and
deep, That all the forest rings, and every neighbouring
place : And there is not a hound but falleth to the chase. Rechating with his horn, which then the hunter
cheers, Whilst still the lusty stag his high-palm'd head
upbears, His body showing state, with unbent knees upright, Expressing from all beasts, his courage in his
flight. But when th' approaching foes still following he
perceives, That he his speed must trust, his usual walk he
leaves : And o'er the champain flies : which when th'
assembly find, Each follows, as his horse were footed with the
wind. But being then imbost, the noble stately deer When he hath gotten ground (the kennel cast
arrear) Doth beat the brooks and ponds for sweet refreshing
soil : That serving not, then proves if he his scent can foil, And makes amongst the herds, and flocks of shag
wool'd sheep, Them frighting from the guard of those who had
their keep. But when as all his shifts his safety still denies, Put quite out of his walk, the ways and fallows
tries, Whom when the ploughman meets, his team he
letteth stand T'assail him with his goad : so with his hook in hand, The shepherd him pursues, and to his dog doth
hallo : When, with tempestuous speed, the hounds and
huntsmen follow; Until the noble deer through toil bereaved of
strength, His long and sinewy legs then failing him at length, The villages attempts, enraged, not giving way To anything he meets now at his sad decay. The cruel ravenous hounds and bloody hunters
near, This noblest beast of chase, that vainly doth but
fear, Some bank or quickset finds: to which his haunch
opposed, He turns upon his foes, that soon bave him inclosed. The churlish-throated hounds then holding him at
bay, And as their cruel fangs on his harsh skin they lay, With his sharp-pointed head he dealeth deadly
wounds. The hunter,coming in to help his wearied hounds, He desperately assails ; until opprest by force, He who the mourner is to his own dying corse, Upon the ruthless earth his precious tears lets fall.
BALLAD OF DOWSABEL.
Far in the country of Arden,
As bold as Isenbras :
As was the good Sir Topas.
A maiden fair and free.
Of mickle courtesy.
And with the needle work :
And sing a psalm in kirk.
Which seemly was to see ;
Iwrought full featously.
And lythe as lass of Kent.
Her skin as soft as Lemster wool,
Or swan that swims in Trent.
To get sweet setywall,
To deck her summer hall.
She chanced to espy
And piped full merrily.
To feed about him round.
And all the woods did sound.
Which held proud kings in awe :
Whom his lewd brother slaw.
That could be cut with sheer.
His hood of miniveer.
His breech of Cointree blue.
So like a lover true.
Which liked Dowsabel ;
She in love-longing fell.
She drew the shepherd nigh :
To hear this melody.
The which can pipe so well :
In love of Dowsabel.
Of love, fond boy, take thou no keep,
Lest they should hap to stray.
Come forth to gather May.
But not a word she said.
And on the ground him laid.
And all for love of thee.
Except thou favour me.
And all for love of men.
To lore us now and then.
Of courtesy the flower.
Unto her paramour.
And him she sweetly kist. With that the shepherd whoop'd for joy ; Quoth he, there's never shepherd's boy
That ever was so blest.
TO HIS FAIR IDEA.
In pride of wit, when high desire of fame