l? SI?OBTING SONGS. 'BRIGHT PHOEBUS. B?GHT Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day, And the hounds and the horns call each sportsman away; Through meadows and woods with speed now they bound, Whilst health, rosy health, is in exercise found ttark! away, is the word to the sound of the hems And echo, hlythe echo, makes jovial the morn. Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, While flies the covert, and dogs quick pure!m, Behol; uss the wide where she o'er fii?s spreading plain, While the loud open pack pursue her amain. Hark! away, ?c. At length puss is caught, and lies panting for breath, And the shout of the huntsman's the signal for No joys can delight like the sports of the f?ld, To hunting all pleahum and pastism must yi?l& Hark! away, To the chase, to the chase, on the brow of the hi]Is Let ti?e hounds meet the sweet breathing morn, While full to the welkin their notes, clear and shrill, $oin the sound of the heart-cheering horn. What music celestial when urging the race, Sweet echo repeats--to the chase! to the ehas?! Our pleasure transports us, how ?ay flies the hour, Sweet health and quick spirits attend; Nor sweeter when ev'ning convenes to the bowers And we meet the 1ov'd smile of a friend. See the stag just before us! he starts at the cry! He stops--Ms .trs?th fai!?--?l?ak, my Dion(b-. m?t ho die.
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