SFORTFN G SONGS. And pants to the chorus Of hounds in full cry. Then follow, follow, follow, The musical chase; Where pleasure and vigor, And health all embrace. The day's sport when over, Makes the blood circle right; And gives the brisk 1ove?, Fresh charms for the night. Then let us, let us now enjoy, � All we can while we may; Let love crown the night boys, As our sports crown the day. THE TIMID HARE. W?=.i? morn .'twixt mountain and the sky On tip-toe stands, how sweet to hear The hounds' melodious cheerful cry, As starts the game, possessed with fear; O'er brook and brake Our course we take, The sportsman knows no grief'or care; When sweet the horn, Across the lawn, Awakes the trembling timid hare. Who panting flies, like freed from .pain, As trembling, she resigns her breath, The sportsman joyous, leaves the plain, Well pleased to be in the death: Then sweet the horn, , Across the lawn, ?Ro-eehoe9 blithe both far and near; O'er the meads and downs, We know no bounds While coursing of the timid hare. 195 o,?,?,?o?Goo,?le o
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