Those execute with speed, and punctual care, In all the strictest discipline of war:
As if some watchful foe, with bold insult,
Hung lowering o'er their camp. The high resolve, That flies on wings through all th' encircling line, Each motion steers, and animates the whole. So by the Sun's attractive power controll'd, The planets in their spheres roll round his orb: On all he shines, and rules the great machine.
Ere yet the morn dispels the fleeting mists, The signal given by the loud trumpet's voice, Now high in air th' imperial standard waves, Emblazon'd rich with gold, and glittering gems, And like a sheet of fire, through the dun gloom Streaming meteorous. The soldiers' shouts,
And all the brazen instruments of war,
With mutual clamour, and united din,
Fill the large concave. While from camp to camp They catch the varied sounds, floating in air, Round all the wide circumference, tigers fell Shrink at the noise, deep in his gloomy den The lion starts, and morsels yet unchew'd Drop from his trembling jaws. Onward they march embattled, to the sound Of martial harmony; fifes, cornets, drums, That rouze the sleepy soul to arms, and bold Heroic deeds. In parties here and there Detach'd o'er hill and dale, the hunters range Inquisitive; strong dogs, that match in fight The boldest brute, around their masters wait, A faithful guard. No haunt unsearch'd, they drive From every covert, and from every den,
The lurking savages. Incessant shouts Re-echo through the woods, and kindling fires Gleam from the mountain tops; the forest seems One mingling blaze: like flocks of sheep they fly Before the flaming brand: fierce lions, pards, Boars, tigers, bears and wolves; a dreadful crew Of grim blood-thirsty foes; growling along, They stalk indignant; but fierce vengeance still Hangs pealing on their rear, and pointed spears Present immediate death. Soon as the Night Wrapt in her sable veil forbids the chase,
They pitch their tents, in even ranks, around The circling camp. The guards are plac'd, and fires At proper distances ascending rise,
And paint th' horizon with their ruddy light. So round some island's shore of large extent, Amid the gloomy horrours of the night, The billows breaking on the pointed rocks, Seem all one flame, and the bright circuit wide Appears a bulwark of surrounding fire. What dreadful howlings, and what hideous roar, Disturb those peaceful shades! where erst the bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves With sweet complainings. Through the silent gloom Oft they the guards assail; as oft repell'd They fly reluctant, with hot boiling rage Stung to the quick, and mad with wild despair. Thus day by day they still the chase renew, At night encamp; till now in streighter bounds The circle lessens, and the beasts perceive The wall that hems them in on every side.
And now their fury bursts, and knows no mean;
From man they turn, and point their ill-judg'd rage Against their fellow-brutes. With teeth and claws The civil war begins; grappling they tear. Lions on tigers prey, and bears on wolves: Horrible discord! till the crowd behind Shouting pursue, and part the bloody fray. At once their wrath subsides; tame as the lamb The lion hangs his head, the furious pard, Cow'd and subdu'd, flies from the face of man, Nor bears one glance of his commanding eye. So abject is a tyrant in distress!
At last, within the narrow plain confin'd, A listed field, mark'd out for bloody deeds, An amphitheatre more glorious far
Than ancient Rome could boast, they crowd in heaps, Dismay'd, and quite appall'd. In meet array, Sheath'd in refulgent arms, a noble band Advance; great lords of high imperial blood, Early resolv'd t' assert their royal race,
And prove by glorious deeds their valour's growth Mature, ere yet the callow down has spread Its curling shade. On bold Arabian steeds With decent pride they sit, that fearless hear The lion's dreadful roar; and down the rock Swift shooting plunge, or o'er the mountain's ridge Stretching along, the greedy tiger leave
Panting behind. On foot their faithful slaves · With javelins arm'd attend; each watchful eye Fix'd on his youthful care, for him alone He fears, and, to redeem his life, unmov'd Would lose his own. The mighty Aurengzebe, From his high-elevated throne beholds
His blooming race; revolving in his mind What once he was, in his gay spring of life, When vigour strung his nerves. Parental joy Melts in his eye, and flushes in his cheek.
Now the loud trumpet sounds a charge. The shouts Of eager hosts, through all the circling line, And the wild howlings of the beasts within, Rend wide the welkin; flights of arrows, wing'd With death, and javelins launch'd from every arm, Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound Gor'd through and through. Despair at last prevails, When fainting Nature shrinks, and rouses all Their drooping courage. Swell'd with furious rage, Their eyes dart fire; and on the youthful band They rush implacable. They their broad shields Quick interpose; on each devoted head Their flaming falchions, as the bolts of Jove, Descend unerring. Prostrate on the ground The grinning monsters lie, and their foul gore Defiles the verdant plain. Nor idle stand The trusty slaves; with pointed spears they pierce Through their tough hides; or at their gaping mouths An easier passage find. The king of brutes In broken roarings breathes his last; the bear Grumbles in death; nor can his spotted skin, Though sleek it shine, with varied beauties gay, Save the proud pard from unrelenting fate. The battle bleeds, grim Slaughter strides along, Glutting her greedy jaws, grins o'er her prey : Men, horses, dogs, fierce beasts of every kind, A strange promiscuous carnage, drench'd in blood, And heaps on heaps amass'd. What yet remain
Alive, with vain assault contend to break Th' impenetrable line. Others, whom fear Inspires with self-preserving wiles, beneath The bodies of the slain for shelter creep.
Aghast they fly, or hide their heads dispers'd. [work And now perchance (had Heaven but pleas'd) the Of death had been complete; and Aurengzebe By one dread frown extinguish'd half their race. When lo! the bright sultanas of his court Appear, and to his ravish'd eyes display Those charms but rarely to the day reveal'd. Lowly they bend, and humbly sue, to save The vanquish'd host. What mortal can deny When suppliant Beauty begs? At his command, Opening to right and left, the well-train'd troops Leave a large void for their retreating foes. Away they fly, on wings of fear upborn, To seek on distant hills their late abodes.
Ye proud oppressors, whose vain hearts exult In wantonness of power 'gainst the brute race, Fierce robbers like yourselves, a guiltless war Wage uncontroll'd: here quench your thirst of blood:
But learn from Aurengzebe to spare mankind.
Of king Edgar, and his imposing a tribute of wolves' heads upon the kings of Wales: from hence a transition to fox-hunting, which is described in all its parts. Censure of an over
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