The dusky night rides down the sky
And ushers in the morn:
The hounds all join in glorious cry,
The huntsman winds his horn;
And a-hunting we will go.
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
There are thoughts that moan from the soul of
pine
And thoughts in a flower bell curled;
And the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fern
Are as new and as old as the world.
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn./poem>
| author = Gay
| work = Rural Sports.
| place = Canto II. L. 93.
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| page = 108
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Love's torments made me seek the chase;
Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace.
Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,
The raven cried: "Head-off! head off!"
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,
And echo's answering sounds, All poets' wit hath ever writ In dog-rel verse of hounds. Hood—Epping Hunt. St. 10. </poem>
D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?
D'ye ken John Peel at the break of the day?
D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away,
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
John Peel. Old Hunting Song. ("Coat so
gray," said to be in the original}})
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| text = It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Johnsoniana.
| topic =
| page = 108
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>With a hey, ho, chevy!
Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy!
Hark, hark, tantivy!
This day a stag must die.
John O'Keefe—Song in Czar Peter. Act I. Sc. 4.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. I. L. 9
| note =
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| page = 108
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| text = <poem>Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
My hoarse-sounding horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings.
William Somerville—The Chase.
CHASTITY
(See also Purity)
There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.
Robert Browning—A Blot in the 'Scutcheon.
Act I. Sc. 3.
That chastity of honour which felt a stain like
a wound.
Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in France.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity. MnvroN—Comus. L. 420. </poem>
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
| author = Milton
| work = Comus. L. 453.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Moore:—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of
Khorassan.
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be?
Sir Walter Raleigh. Written the night before his death.
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 46.
The very ice of chastity is in them.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 18.
Chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple.
Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 66.
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
Cymbeline. Act. II. Sc. 5. L. 14.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
Swift—Preface to one of Bishop Burnet's
Introductions to History of the Reformation.
Neque femina amissa pudicitia aha abnuerit.
When a woman has lost her chastity, she
will shrink from no crime.
Tacitus—Annates. IV. 3.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
