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Strona xxiv - Reviewing generals his merit own ; How regular ! how just ! and all his cares Are well repaid, if mighty George approve. So model thou thy pack, if honour touch Thy generous soul, and the world's just applause. But above all take heed, nor mix thy hounds Of diff'rent kinds ; discordant sounds shall grate Thy ears offended, and a lagging line Of babbling curs disgrace thy broken pack.
Strona 3 - The vigorous hounds pursue, with every breath Inhale the grateful steam, quick pleasures sting Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks repay, And in triumphant melody confess The titillating joy. Thus on the air Depend the hunter's hopes.
Strona 34 - The vanquished 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 upborne, To seek on distant hills their late abodes.
Strona 68 - Horror stalks at large; insatiate Death Sits growling o'er his prey: each hour presents A different scene of ruin and distress. How busy art thou, Fate! and how severe Thy pointed wrath! the dying and the dead Promiscuous lie; o'er these the living fight In one eternal broil; not conscious why, Nor...
Strona xvii - Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race. In vain malignant steams, and winter fogs Load the dull air, and hover round our coasts, The huntsman ever gay, robust, and bold, Defies the noxious vapour, and confides In this delightful exercise, to raise His drooping head and cheer his heart with joy. Ye vigorous youths, by smiling Fortune blest With large demesnes, hereditary wealth, Heaped copious by your wise forefathers
Strona 14 - Rejoiced, I see thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And orient pearls from every shrub depend.
Strona 32 - With death, and javelins, launch'd from every arm, Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound Gored through and through.
Strona 74 - They plunge tumultuous; or through reedy pools Rustling they work their way: no holt escapes Their curious search. With quick sensation now The fuming vapour stings; flutter their hearts, And joy redoubled bursts from every mouth In louder symphonies. Yon hollow trunk, That with its hoary head incurved, salutes The passing wave, must be the tyrant's fort, And dread abode.