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Invade thy wide inclosure, but admit

But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope The nitrous air and purifying breeze.

To all her subtle play: by Nature led, Water and shade no less demand thy care : A thousand shifts she tries; t' unravel these In a large square th' adjacent field inclose, Th'industrious beagle twists his waving tail, There plant in equal ranks the spreading elm, Through all her labyrinths pursues, and rings Or fragrant lime; most happy thy design,

Her doleful knell. See there with countenance If at the bottom of thy spacious court,

blithe, A large canal, fed by the crystal brook,

And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound From its transparent bosom shall reflect

Salutes thee cowering, his wide-opening nose Downward thy structure and inverted grove. Upward he curls, and his large sloe-black eyes Here when the Sun's too potent gleams annoy Melt in soft blandishments and humble joy ; The crowded kennel and the drooping pack, His glossy skin, or yellow-pied, or blue, Restless, and faint, loll their unmoisten'd tongues, In lights or shades by Nature's pencil drawi, And drop their feeble tails, to cooler shades Reflects the various tints ; his ears and legs Lead forth the panting tribe ; soon shalt thou find Fleckt here and there, in gay enameli'd pride, The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive: Rival the speckled pard ; his rush-grown tail Tumultuons soon they plunge into the stream, O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch; There lave their reeking sides, with greedy joy On shoulders clean, upright and firm he stands; Gulp down the flying wave, this way and that His round cat foot, straight hams, and wide-spread From shore to shore they swim, while clamor loud

thighs, And wild uproar torments the troubled food : And his low-dropping chest, confess his speed, Then on the sunny bank they roll and stretch His strength, his wind, or on the steepy hill, Their dripping limbs, or else in wanton rings Or far-extended plain; in every part Coursing around, pursuing and pursued,

So well proportion'd, that the nicer skill The merry multitude disporting play.

Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice. But here with watchful and observant eye, Of such compose thy pack. But here a mean Attend their frolics, which too often end

Observe, nor the large hound prefer, of size
In bloody broils and death. High o'er thy head Gigantic; he in the thick-woven covert
Wave thy resounding whip, and with a voice Painfully tugs, or in the thorny brake
Fierce-menacing o'errule the stern debate,

Torn and embarrass'd bleeds : But if too small,
And quench their kindling rage; for oft in sport The pigmy brood in every surrow swims;
Begun, combat ensues, growling they snarl, Moil'd in the clogging clay, panting they lag
Then on their haunches rear'd, rampant they seize Behind inglorious; or else shivering creep
Each other's throats, with teeth and claws in gore Benumb'd and faint beneath the sheltering thorn
Besmear'd, they wound, they tear, till on the ground, For hounds of middle size, active and strong,
Panting, half dead the conquer'd champion lies : Will better answer all thy various ends,
Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd

And crown thy pleasing labors with success. Loud-clamoring seize the helpless worried wretch, As some brave captain, curious and exact, And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways By his fix'd standard forms in equal ranks His mangled carcass on th' ensanguin'd plain. His gay battalion, as one man they move O beasts of pity void! t'oppress the weak, Step after step, their size the same, their arms, To point your vengeance at the friendless head, Far-gleaming, dart the same united blaze : And with one mutual cry insult the fall'n! Reviewing generals his merit own; Emblem too just of man's degenerate race. How regular! how just! And all his cares Others apart, by native instinct led,

Are well repaid, if mighty George approve. Knowing instructor! 'mong the ranker grass So model thou thy pack, if honor touch Cull each salubrious plant, with bitter juice Thy generous soul, and the world's just applause Concoctive stor'd, and potent to allay

But above all take heed, nor mix thy hounds Each vicious ferment. Thus the hand divine Of different kinds; discordant sounds shall grate or Providence, beneficent and kind

Thy ears offended, and a lagging line
To all his creatures, for the brutes prescribes or babbling curs disgrace thy broken pack.
A ready remedy, and is himself

But if the amphibious otter be thy chase, Their great physician. Now grown still with age, Or stately stag, that o'er the woodland reigns; And many a painful chase, the wise old hound, Or if the harmonious thunder of the field Regardless of the frolic pack, attends

Delight thy ravish'd cars; the deep-lew'd hound His master's side, or slumbers at his ease

Breed up with care, strong, heavy, slow, but sure; Beneath the bending shade; there many a ring Whose ears down-hanging from his thick round head Runs o'er in dreams; now on the doubtful foil Shall sweep the morning dew, whose clanging voice Puzzles perplex'd, or doubles intricate

Awake the mountain Echo in her cell, Cautious unfolds, then, wing'd with all his speed, And shake the forests : The bold Talbot kind Bounds o'er the lawn to seize his panting prey, of these the prime; as white as Alpine snows; And in imperfect whimperings speaks his joy. And great their use of old. Upon the banks

A different hound for every different chase of Tweed, slow winding through the vale, the sea: Select with judgment; nor the timorous hore of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew O'ermatch'd destroy, but leave that vile offence The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands To the mean, murderous, coursing crew; intent To lasting leagues the haughty rivals aw'd, On blood and spoil. Oblast their hopes, just There dwelt a pilfering race; well train'd and skill'il Heaven!

In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil And all their painful drudgeries repay

Their only substance, feuds and war their sport. With disappointment and severe remorse.

Not more expert in every fraudsul art

The arch-felon * was of old, who by the tail

With tender blossoms teeming, kindly spare Drew back his lowing prize : in vain his wiles, Thy sleeping pack, in their warm beds of straw In vain the shelter of the covering rock,

Low-sinking at their ease ; listless they shrink In vain the sooty cloud, and ruddy flames

Into some dark recess, nor hear thy voice That issued from his mouth; for soon he paid Though oft invokd ; or haply if thy call His forfeit life: a debt how justly due

Rouse up the slumbering tribe, with heavy eyes To wrong'd Alcides, and avenging Heaven! Glaz’d, liseless, dull, downward they drop their tails Veild in the shades of night they ford the stream, Inverted ; high on their bent backs erect Then prowling far and near, whate'er they seize Their pointed bristles stare, or 'mung the tufts Becomes their prey: nor flocks nor herds are safe, or ranker weeds, each stomach-healing plant Vor stalls protect the steer, nor strong-barr'd doors Curious they crop, sick, spiritless, forlorn. Secure the favorite horse. Soon as the morn These inauspicious days, on other cares Reveals his wrongs, with ghastly visage wan Employ thy precious hours; th' improving friend The plunder'd owner stands, and from his lips With open arms embrace, and from his lips A thousand thronging curses burst their way: Glean science, season'd with good-natur'd wit. He calls his stout allies, and in a line

But if the inclement skies and angry Jove His faithful hound he leads, then with a voice Forbid the pleasing intercourse, thy books That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers : Invite thy ready hand, each sacred page Soon the sagacious brute, his curling tail

Rich with the wise remarks of heroes old. Flourish'd in air, low bending plies around Converse familiar with th’illustrious dead; His busy nose, the steaming vapor snuffs

With great examples of old Greece or Rome, Inquisitive, nor leaves one turf untried,

Enlarge thy free-born heart, and bless kind Heaven, Till, conscious of the recent stains, his heart That Britain yet enjoys dear Liberty, Beats quick ; his snuffling nose, his active tail, That balm of life, that sweetest blessing, cheap Attest his joy; then with deep opening mouth, Though purchas'd' with our blood. Well-bred, That makes the welkin tremble, he proclaims

polite, 'Th'audacious felon ; foot by foot he marks Credit thy calling. See! how mean, how low, His winding way, while all the listening crowd The bookless sauntering youth, proud of the skut Applaud his reasonings. O'er the watery ford, That dignifies his cap, his flourish'd belt, Dry sandy heaths, and stony barren hills,

And rusty couples gingling by his side. O'er beaten paths, with men and beasts distain'd, Be thou of other mould ; and know that such Unerring he pursues; till at the cot

Transporting pleasures were by Heaven ordain'd Arriv'd, and seizing by his guilty throat

Wisdom's relief, and Virtue's great reward.
The caitiff vile, redeems the captive prey:
So exquisitely delicate his sense!
Should some more curious sportsman here inquire

Book II.
Whence this sagacity, this wondrous power
Of tracing, step by step, or man or brute ?

What guide invisible points out their way
O'er the dank marsh, bleak hill, and sandy plain? Of the power of instinct in brutes. Two remark-
The courteous Muse shall the dark cause reveal. able instances in the hunting of the roe-buck, and
The blood that from the heart incessant rolls

in the hare going to seat in the morning. Of In many a crimson tide, then here and there the variety of seats or forms of the hare, accordIn smaller rills dis parted, as it flows

ing to the change of the season, weather, or wind. Propelld, the serous particles evade

Description of the hare-hunting in all its parts, Through th' open pores, and with the ambient air interspersed with rules to be observed by those Entangling mix. As fuming vapors rise,

who follow that chase. Transition to the Asiatic And hang upon the gently purling brook,

way of hunting, particularly the magnificent There by th' incumbent atmosphere compress'd: manner of the Great Mogul, and other Tartarian The panting Chase grows warmer as he flies,

princes, taken from Monsieur Bernier, and the And through the net-work of the skin perspires;

history of Gengiscan the Great. Concludes with Leaves a long-streaming trail behind, which by

a short reproof of tyrants and oppressors of The cooler air condens'd, remains, unless

mankind. By some rude storm dispers’d, or rarefied By the meridian Sun's intenser heat.

Nor will it less delight th' attentive sage To every shrub the warm eMuvia cling,

T'observe that Instinct, which unerring guides Hang on the grass, impregnate earth and skies. The brutal race, which mimics reason's lore, (swift With nostrils opening wide, o'er hill, o'er dale And oft transcends : Heaven-taught, the re-buck The vigorous hounds pursue, with every breath Loiters at ease before the driving pack Inhale the grateful steam, quick pleasures sting And mocks their vain pursuit; nor far he flies, Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks repay, But checks his ardor, till the steaming scent And in triumphant melody confess

That freshens on the blade provokes their rage. The titillating joy. Thus on the air

Urg'd to their speed, his weak deluded foes Depend the hunter's hopes. When ruddy streaks Soon flag fatiguet ; strain'd to excess each nerve, At eve forebode a blustering stormy day,

Fach slacken'd sinew fuils; they pant, they foam , Or lowering clouds blacken the mountain's brow, Then o'er the lawn he bounds, o'er the high hills When nipping frosts, and the keen biting blasts Stretches secure, and leaves the scatter'd crowd Of the dry parching east, menace the trees To puzzle in the distant vale below.

"Tis Instinct that directs the jealous hare * Cacus, Virg. Æn. lib. viii.

To choose her soft abode. With sep revers'd

She forms the doubling maze ; then, ere the morn Thy early meal, or thy officious maids,
Peeps through the clouds, leaps to her close recess. The toilet plac'd, shall urge thee to perform

As wandering shepherds on th’ Arabian plains Th' important work. Me other joys invite,
No settled residence observe, but shift

The horn sonorous calls, the pack awak'd Their moving camp, now, on some cooler bill Their matins chant, nor brook my long delay. With cedars crown'd, court the refreshing breeze; My courser hears their voice ; see there, with ears And then, below, where trickling streams distil And tail erect, neighing he paws the ground; From some penurious source, their thirst allay, Fierce rapture kindles in his reddening eyes, And feed their fainting flocks: so the wise hares And boils in every vein. As captive boys Oft quit their seats, lest some more curious eye Cow'd by the ruling rod and haughty frowns Should mark their haunts, and by dark treacherous of pedagogues severe, from their hard tasks wiles

If once dismiss'd, no limits can contain Plot their destruction; or perchance in hopes The tumult rais'd within their little breasts, of plenteous forage, near the ranker mead, But give a loose to all their frolic play: Or matted blade, wary and close they sit. So from their kennel rush the joyous pack; When spring shines forth, season of love and joy, A thousand wanton gaieties express In the moist marsh, 'mong beds of rushes hid, Their inward ecstacy, their pleasing sport They cool their boiling blood. When summer suns Once more indulg'd, and liberty restor'd. Bake the cleft earth, to thick wide-waving fields The rising Sun, that o'er th' horizon peeps, Of corn full-grown, they lead their helpless young: As many colors from their glossy skins But when autumnal torrents and fierce rains Beaming reflects, as paint the various bow Deluge the vale, in the dry crumbling bank When April showers descend. Delightful scene! Their forms they delve, and cautiously avoid Where all around is gay, men, horses, dogs, The dripping covert: yet when winier's cold And in each smiling countenance appears Their limbs benumbs, thither with speed return'd Fresh blooming health, and universal joy. In the long grass they skulk, or shrinking creep Huntsman, lead on! behind the clustering pack Among the wither'd leaves, thus changing still, Submiss atiend, hear with respect thy whip As fancy prompts them, or as food invites. Loud-clanging, and thy harsher voice obey : But every season carefully observid,

Spare not the straggling cur that wildly roves; Th’inconstant winds, the fickle element,

But let thy brisk assistant on his back The wise experienc'd huntsman soon may find Imprint thy just resentments ; let each lash His subtle, various game, nor waste in vain Bite to the quick, till howling he return, His tedious hours, till his impatient hounds, And whining creep amid the trembling crowd. With disappointment vex'd, each springing lark Here on this verdant spot, where Nature kind Babbling pursue, far scatter'd o'er the fields. With double blessings crowns the farmer's hopes ;

Now golden Autumn from her open lap Where Aowers autumnal spring, and the rank mead Her fragrant bounties showers; the fields are shorn; Affords ihe wandering hares a rich repast; Inwardly smiling, the proud farmer views Throw off thy ready pack. See, where they spread, The rising pyramids that grace his yard,

And range around, and dash the glittering dew. And counts his large increase ; his barns are stor'd, If some staunch hound, with his authentic voice, And groaning staddles bend beneath their load. Avow the recent trail, the justling tribe All now is free as air, and the gay pack

Attend his call, then with one mutual cry In the rough bristly stubbles range unblam'd; The welcome news confirm, and echoing hills No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse Repeat the pleasing tale. See how they thread Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips The brakes, and up yon furrow drive along! Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd : But quick they back recoil, and wisely check But courteous now he levels every fence, Their eager haste; then o'er the fallow'd ground Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, How leisurely they work, and many a pause Charm'd with the rattling thunder of the field. Th' harmonious concert breaks; till more assur'd Oh bear me, some kind power invisible ! With joy redoubled the low valleys ring. To that extended lawn, where the gay court What artsul labyrinths perplex their way! View the swift racers, stretching to the goal ; Ah! there she lies; how close! she pants, she doubts Games more renown'd, and a far nobler train, If now she lives; she trembles as she sits, Than proud Elean fields could boast of old. With horror seiz'd. The wither'd grass that clings Oh! were a Theban lyre not wanting here, Around her head, of the same russet hue, And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right! Almost deceiv'd my sight, had not her eyes Or to those spacious plains, where the strain's eye, With life full-beaming her vain wiles betray'd. In the wide prospect lost, beholds at last

At distance draw thy pack, let all be hushid, Sarum's proud spire, that o'er the hills ascends, No clamor loud, no frantic joy be heard, And pierces through the clouds. Or to thy downs, Lest the wild hound run gadding o'er the plain Fair Cotswold, where the well-breath'd beagle climbs Untractable, nor hear thy chiding voice. With matchless speed thy green aspiring brow, Now gently put her off; see how direct And leaves the lagging multitude behind. To her known mew she flies! Here, huntsman, bring

Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail! (But without hurry) all thy jolly hounds, Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread

And calmly lay them in. How low they stoop, O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And seem to plow the ground! then all at once And orient pearls from every shruh depend. With greedy nostrils snuff the fuming steam Farewell, Cleora ; here deep sunk in down That glads their fluttering hearts. As winds let loose Slumber secure, with happy dreams amus'd, From the dark caverns of the blustering god. Till grateful steams shall tempt thee to receive They burst away, and sween the dewy lawn.

Hope gives them wings while she's spurr'd on by And each clean courser's speed. We scour along fear.

In pleasing hurry and confusion tost; The welkin rings, men, dogs, hills, rocks, and woods Oblivion to be wish'd. The patient pack In the full concert join. Now, my brave youths, Hang on the scent unwearied, up they climb, Stripp'd for the chase, give all your souls to joy! And ardent we pursue ; our laboring steeds See how their coursers, than the mountain roe We press, we gore; till once the summit gain'd, More fleet, the verdant carpet skim, thick clouds Painfully panting, there we breathe awhile; Snorting they breathe, their shining hoofs scarce Then, like a foaming torrent, pouring down print

Precipitant, we smoke along the vale. The grass unbruis'd ; with emulation fir'd Happy the man who with unrivall'd speed They strain to lead the field, top the barr'd gate, Can pass his fellows, and with pleasure view O'er the deep ditch exulting bound, and brush The struggling pack; how in the rapid course The thorny-twining hedge: the riders bend Alternate they preside, and jostling push O'er their arch'd necks; with steady hands, by turns To guide the dubious scent; how giddy youth Indulge their speed, or moderate their rage. Oft babbling errs, by wiser age reprov'd; Where are their sorrows, disappointments, wrongs, How, niggard of his strength, the wise old hound Vexations, sickness, cares? All, all are gone, Hangs in the rear, till some important point And with the panting winds lag far behind. Rouse all his diligence, or till the chase

Huntsman! her gait observe; if in wide rings Sinking he finds: then to the head he springs She wheel her mazy way, in the same round With thirst of glory fir'd, and wins the prize. Persisting still, she'll foil the beaten track.

Huntsman, take heed ; they stop in full career. But if she fly, and with the favoring wind Yon crowding flocks, that at a distance gaze, Crge her bold course ; less intricate thy task: Ilave haply foil'd the turf. See! that old hound, Push on thy pack. Like some poor exil'd wretch, How busily he works, but dares not trust The frighted Chase leaves her late dear abodes, His doubtful sense ; draw yet a wider ring. O'er plains remote she stretches far away, Hark! now again the chorus fills. As bells Ah! never to return! For greedy Death

Sallied awhile, at once their peal renew, Hovering exults, secure to seize his prey.

And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls. Hark! from yon covert, where those lowering oaks See, how they toss, with animated rage Above the humble copse aspiring rise,

Recovering all they lost !--That eager haste What glorious triumphs burst in every gale Some doubling wile foreshows.—Ah! yet once more Upon our ravish'd ears! The hunters shout, They're check’d,-hold back with speed-on either The clanging horns swell their sweet-winding notes,

hand The pack wide opening load the trembling air They fourish round-ev'n yet persist—'Tis right, With various melody; from tree to tree

Away they spring; the rustling stubbles bend The propagated cry redoubling bounds,

Beneath the driving storm. Now the poor Chase And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduc'd. Through all the regions near: afflictive birch From brake to brake she flies, and visits all No more the school-boy dreads; his prison broke, Her well-known haunts, where once she rang'd Scampering he flies, nor heeds his master's call;

secure, The weary traveller forgets his road,

With love and plenty blest. See! there she goes,
And climbs th' adjacent hill; the plowman leaves She reels along, and by her gait betrays
Th' unfinish'd furrow; nor his bleating flocks Her inward weakness. See, how black she looks !
Are now the shepherd's joy! men, boys, and girls The sweat, that clogs th' obstructed pores, scarce
Desert th' unpeopled village; and wild crowds

Spread o'er the plain, by the sweet frenzy seiz’d. A languid scent. And now in open view
Look, how she pants! and o'er yon opening glade See, see, she flies ! each eager hound exerts
Slips glancing by! while, at the further end, His utmost speed, and stretches every nerve.
The puzzling pack unravel wile by wile,

How quick she turns! their gaping jaws eludes, Maze within maze. The covert's utmost bound And yet a moment lives; till, round inclos'd Slily she skirts ; behind them cautious creeps ; By all the greedy pack, with infant screams And in that very track, so lately stain'd

She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies. By all the steaming crowd, seems to pursue

So when the furious Bacchanals assail'd The foe she flies. Let cavillers deny

Threïcian Orpheus, poor ill-fated bard! That brutes have reason ; sure 'tis something more, Loud was the cry; hills, woods, and Hebrus' banks, 'Tis Heaven directs, and stratagems inspires Return'd their clamorous rage; distress'd he flies, Beyond the short extent of human thought. Shifting from place to place, but lies in vain; But hold-I see her from the covert break; For eager they pursue, till panting, faint, Sad on yon little eminence she sits;

By noisy multitudes o'erpower'd, he sinks Intent she listens with one ear erect,

To the relentless crowd a bleeding prey. Pondering, and doubtful what new course to take, The huntsman now, a deep incision made, And how t' escape the fierce blood-thirsty crew, Shakes out with hands impure, and dashes down That still urge on, and still in volleys loud Her reeking entrails and yet quivering heart. Insult her woes, and mock her sore distress. These claim the pack, the bloody perquisite As now in louder peals the loaded winds

For all their toils. Stretch'd on the ground she lies Bring on the gathering storm, her fears prevail, A mangled corse ; in her dim glaring eyes And o'er the plain, and o'er the mountain's ridge, Cold Death exults, and stiffens every limb. Away she flies; nor ships with wind and tide, Aw'd by the threatening whip, the furious hounds And all their canvas wings, scud half so fast. Around her bay; or at their master's foot, Once more, ye jovial train, your courage try,

Each happy favorite courts his kind applause.


With humble adulation cowering low.

In compass round; woods, rivers, hills, and plains
All now is joy. With cheeks full-blown they wind Large provinces; enough to gratify
Her solemn dirge, while the loud-opening pack Ambition's highest aim, could reason bound
The concert swell, and hills and dales return Man's erring will. Now sit in close divan
The sadly-pleasing sounds. Thus the poor hare, The mighty chiefs of this prodigious host.
A puny, dastard animal, but versid

He from the throne high-eminent presides,
In subtle wiles, diverts the youthful train. Gives out his mandates proud, laws of the chase,
But if thy proud, aspiring soul disdains

From ancient records drawn. With reverence low,
So mean a prey, delighted with the pomp, And prostrate at his feet, the chiefs receive
Magnificence, and grandeur of the chase; His irreversible decrees, from which
Hear what the Muse from faithful records sings. To vary is to die. Then his brave hands

Why on the banks of Gemna, Indian stream, Each to his station leads; encamping round,
Line within line, rise the pavilions proud, Till the wide circle is completely form'd
Their silken streamers waving in the wind ? Where decent order reigns, what these command,
Why neighs the warrior horse ? From tent to tent, Those execute with speed, and punctual care,
Why press in crowds the buzzing multitude ? In all the strictest discipline of war:
Why shines the polish'd helm, and pointed lance, As if some watchful foe, with bold insult,
This way and that far-beaming o'er the plain? Hung lowering o'er their camp. The high resolve,
Nor Visa pour nor Golconda rebel;

That Aies on wings through all th' encircling line,
Nor the great Sophy, with his numerous host, Each motion steers, and animates the whole.
Lays waste the provinces ; nor glory fires So by the Sun's attractive power controllid,
To rob and to destroy, beneath the name

The planets in their spheres roll round his orb:
And specious guise of war.

A nobler cause On all he shines, and rules the great machine. Calls Aurengzehe to arms. No cities sack'd,

Ere yet the morn dispels the fleeting mists,
No mother's tears, no helpless orphan's cries, The signal given by the loud trumpet's voice,
No violated leagues, with sharp remorse

Now high in air th' imperial standard waves,
Shall sting the conscious victor : but mankind Emblazon'd rich with gold, and glittering gems,
Shall hail him good and just. For 'tis on beasts And like a sheet of fire, through the dun gloom
He draws his vengeful sword! on beasts of prey Streaming meteorous. The soldiers' shouts,
Full-fed with human gore. See, see, he comes! And all the brazen instruments of war,
Imperial Delhi, opening wide her gates,

With mutual clamor, and united din.
Pours out her thronging legions, bright in arms, Fill the large concave.

While from camp to camp
And all the pomp of war. Before them sound They catch the varied sounds, floating in air,
Clarions and trumpets, breathing martial airs, Round all the wide circumference, tigers fell
And bold defiance. High upon his throne, Shrink at the noise, deep in liis gloomy den
Borne on the back of his proud elephant, The lion starts, and morsels yet unchew'd
Sits the great chief of Tamur's glorious race: Drop from his trembling jaws. Now all at once
Sublime he sits, amid the radiant blaze

Onward they march embattled, to the sound
Of gems and gold. Omrahs about him crowd, Of martial harmony ; fifes, cornets, drums,
And rein th’ Arabian steed, and watch his nod: That rouse the sleepy soul to arms, and bold
And potent rajahs, who themselves preside Heroic deeds. In parties here and there
O'er realms of wide extent; but here submiss Detach'd o'er hill and dale, the hunters range
Their homage pay, alternate kings and slaves. Inquisitive; strong dogs, that match in fight
Next these, with prying eunuchs girt around, The boldest brute, around their masters wait,
The fair sultanas of his court: a troop

A faithful guard. No haunt unsearch'd, they drive
Of chosen beauties, but with care corrceal'd From every covert, and from every den,
From each intrusive eye; one look is death. The lurking savages. Incessant shouls
Ah, cruel eastern law! (had kings a power Re-echo through the woods, and kindling fires
But equal to their wild tyrannic will)

Gleam from the mountain tops; the forest seems
To rob us of the Sun's all-cheering ray,

One mingling blaze: like flocks of sheep they fly
Were less severe. The vulgar close the march, Before the flaming brand : fierce lions, pards,
Slaves and artificers; and Delhi mourus Boars, tigers, bears and wolves; a dreadful crew
Her empty and depopulated streets.

Of grim blood-thirsty foes ; growling along,
Now at the camp arriv'd, with stern review, They stalk indignant; but fierce vengeance still
Through groves of spears, from file to file he darts Hangs pealing on their rear, and pointed spears
His sharp experienc'd eye; their order marks, Present immediate death. Soon as the Night
Each in his station rang'd, exact and firm, Wrapt in her sable veil forbids the chase,
Till in the boundless line his sight is lost. They pitch their tents, in even ranks, around
Not greater multitudes in arms appear'd

The circling camp. The guards are plac'd, and fires
On these extended plains, when Ammon's son At proper distances ascending rise,
With mighty Porus in dread battle join'd,

And paint th' horizon with their ruddy light.
The vassal world the prize. Nor was that host So round some island's shore of large extent,
More numerous of old, which the great king* Amid the gloomy horrors of the night,
Pour'd out on Greece from all th' unpeopled East, The billows breaking on the pointed rocks,
That bridg'd the Hellespont from shore to shore, Seem all one fame, and the bright circuit widt
And drank the rivers dry. Meanwhile in troops Appears a bulwark of surrounding fire.
The busy hunter-train mark out the ground, What dreadful howlings, and what hideous roar,
A wide circumference, full many a league Disturb those peaceful shades! where erst the bird

That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves
* Xerxes.

With sweet complainings. Through the silent gloon

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