he groans in anguish; while the growling pack, blood-happy, hang at his fair-jutting chest, and mark his beauteous checker'd sides with gore. Of this enough. But if the sylvan youth, whose fervent blood boils into violence, must have the chase: behold, despising flight, the rous'd up lion, resolute and slow, advancing full on the portended spear, and coward-band, that circling wheel aloof. Slunk from the cavern, and the troubled wood, see the grim wolf; on him his shaggy foe vindictive fix, and let the ruffian die: or, growling horrid, as the brindled boar grins fell destruction to the monster's heart, let the dart lighten from the nervous arm. These Britain knows not; give, ye Britons, then, your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour loose on the nightly robber of the fold: him from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, let all the thunder of the chace pursue, throw the broad ditch behind you; o'er the hedge high-bound, resistless: nor the deep morass refuse, but through the shaking wilderness pick your nice way; into the perilous flood bear fearless, of the raging instinct full; and as you ride the torrent, to the banks your triumph sound sonorous, running round from rock to rock, in circling echoes tost; then scale the mountains to their woody tops; rush down the dangerous steep; and o'er the lawn, in fancy swallowing up the space between pour all your speed into the rapid game. For happy he who tops the wheeling chase; has every maze evolv'd, and every guile disclos'd; who knows the merits of the pack; to their protection more engaging Man. O may their eyes no miserable sight, save weeping lovers, see! a nobler game, through Love's enchanting wiles pursued, yet fled, in chase ambiguous. May their tender limbs float in the loose simplicity of dress! and, fashion'd all to harmony, alone to swim along, and swell the mazy dance; WINTER WALKS, Solitary, and in pensive guise, oft let me wander o'er the russet mead, and through the sadden'd grove, where scarce is heard one dying strain to cheer the woodman's toil. Haply some widow'd songster pours his plaint, far, in faint warblings, through the tawny copse. While congregated thrushes, linnets, larks, and each wild throat, whose artless strains so late swell'd all the music of the swarming shades, robb'd of their tuneful souls, now shiv'ring sit on the dead tree, a dull despondent flock; with not a brightness waving o'er their plumes, and nought save chatt'ring discord in their note. O let not, aim'd from some inhuman eye, the gun, the music of the coming year destroy; and harmless unsuspecting harm, lay the weak tribes, a miserable prey, in mingled murder, fluttering on the ground! BENIGHTED TRAVELLER. Now, black, and deep, the night begins to fall, a shade immense. Sunk in the quenching gloom, magnificent and vast, are heaven and earth. Order confounded lies; all beauty void; distinction lost; and gay variety one universal blot: such the fair power of light to kindle and create the whole. Drear is the state of the benighted wretch, who then, bewilder'd, wanders through the dark, full of pale fancies, and chimeras huge; nor visited by one directive ray, from cottage streaming, or from airy hall. Perhaps impatient as he stumbles on, struck from the root of slimy rushes, blue, the wild-fire scatters round; or gather'd trails a length of flame deceitful o'er the moss: whither decoy'd by the fantastic blaze, now lost and now renew'd, he sinks absorpt, rider and horse, amid the miry gulph: while still, from day to day, his pining wife and plaintive children his return await, in wild conjecture lost. At other times, sent by the better genius of the night, innoxious, gleaming on the horses mane, the meteor sits; and shews the narrow path, that winding leads through pits of death, or else instructs him how to take the dang'rous ford. BEES. Ah see where robb'd, and murder'd, in that pit lies the still heaving hive! at ev'ning snatch'd, beneath the cloud of guilt-concealing night, and fix'd o'er sulphur; while, not dreaming ill, the happy people in their waxen cells, sat tending public cares, and planning schemes of temp'rance, for winter poor; rejoic'd to mark full-flowing round, their copious stores. Sudden the dark oppressive steam ascends; and, us'd to milder scents, the tender race, by thousands tumble from their honey'd domes, convolv'd, and agonizing in the dust. And was it then for this you roam'd the Spring, must you destroy? Of their ambrosial food |