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HAWKING.
The soaring hawk, from first that flies,
His falconer doth constrain
Sometimes to range the ground about
To find her out again;
And if by sight, or sound of bell,
Her falcon he may see,
Wo ho! he cries, with cheerful voice—
The gladdest man is he.
His falconer doth constrain
Sometimes to range the ground about
To find her out again;
And if by sight, or sound of bell,
Her falcon he may see,
Wo ho! he cries, with cheerful voice—
The gladdest man is he.
Handefull of Pleasant Delitee.
At an early hour this morning the
Hall was in a bustle, preparing for the
sport of the day. I heard Master Simon
whistling and singing under my window
at sunrise, as he was preparing the jesses
for the hawk's legs, and could distinguish
now and then a stanza of one of his
favourite old dities:
"In peascod time, when hound to horn
Gives note that buck be kill'd;
And little boy, with pipe of corn.
Is tending sheep a-field," etc.
Gives note that buck be kill'd;
And little boy, with pipe of corn.
Is tending sheep a-field," etc.
A hearty breakfast, well flanked by
cold meats, was served up in the great
hall. The whole garrison of retainers
and hangers-on were in motion, reinforced
by volunteer idlers from the village.
The horses were led up and down