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RECITATIVE.
Twas at a Ven'son Feast, at Cricket won,
By Lightfoot's nimble Son:
Asleep in Jocky State
The Groom-like Squire sate,
Nodding in Elbow-chair.
His Brother Bucks were plac'd around,
Their Heads with unseam'd Hunting Caps were bound,
So should each Sportsman for the Chace be crown'd.
By Lightfoot's nimble Son:
Asleep in Jocky State
The Groom-like Squire sate,
Nodding in Elbow-chair.
His Brother Bucks were plac'd around,
Their Heads with unseam'd Hunting Caps were bound,
So should each Sportsman for the Chace be crown'd.
Hark! the Horn sounds, away, away,
Aurora ushers in the Day;
The op'ning Hounds uncoupled view,
With deep-hung Dewlaps dash the Dew;
With swelling Notes and Head held back,
See the unharbour'd Stag burst thro' the Brake;
Aurora ushers in the Day;
The op'ning Hounds uncoupled view,
With deep-hung Dewlaps dash the Dew;
With swelling Notes and Head held back,
See the unharbour'd Stag burst thro' the Brake;
The high-bred Horse shakes his air-waving Mane,
Stamps o'er the sounding Earth, and scours along the plain.
Stamps o'er the sounding Earth, and scours along the plain.
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