Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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THE BEAR ATTACKED. |
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THE BEAR ATTACKED.
Come hunt with me the rude rough bear,
Be bold, be valiant, if you dare;
And hasten to the mountain's brow,
And lay the greedy monster low.
Ye youths of spirit, to the chase
I bid you welcome! not the base.
He lives a terror to the deer,
And keeps the neighbourhood in fear;
He growls at those he cannot kill,
Delights to subject at his will;
Grows fat, and haughty, big with pride,
Has insolently love defied;
At noble creatures turns his nose,
And deems the poorer ones his foes:—
His grin is grisly; voice is gruff;
His coat is shaggy; skin is tough;
His paws on places, such as shou'd
Support alone the brave and good,
Have torn asunder tender ties,
And fill'd the country full of spies.
Be bold, be valiant, if you dare;
And hasten to the mountain's brow,
And lay the greedy monster low.
Ye youths of spirit, to the chase
I bid you welcome! not the base.
He lives a terror to the deer,
And keeps the neighbourhood in fear;
He growls at those he cannot kill,
Delights to subject at his will;
Grows fat, and haughty, big with pride,
Has insolently love defied;
At noble creatures turns his nose,
And deems the poorer ones his foes:—
His grin is grisly; voice is gruff;
His coat is shaggy; skin is tough;
His paws on places, such as shou'd
Support alone the brave and good,
Have torn asunder tender ties,
And fill'd the country full of spies.
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To horse, ye brave! come, come with me!
Our triumph be in victory.
O I have seen his savage look,
Another's state which cannot brook;
The mountains round him must be his,
Or he ferocious has no bliss,
And ev'ry creature there below,
Must bend his knee, and make his bow;
Forward, my friends! attack the bear,
The rude rough tyrant do not spare.
Our triumph be in victory.
O I have seen his savage look,
Another's state which cannot brook;
The mountains round him must be his,
Or he ferocious has no bliss,
And ev'ry creature there below,
Must bend his knee, and make his bow;
Forward, my friends! attack the bear,
The rude rough tyrant do not spare.
Candour, my horse, come gallop well
Through yonder bold and broken dell,
The spur of spirit prompts thee on,
The deed of honor must be done;
For yonder brute, for baseness fam'd,
Must forcibly be caught and tam'd.
Courage, heroes! courage now,
The monster shall be humbled low.
We'll have a muzzle on his jaws;
We'll clip the talons on his paws;
We'll teach him how to dance and walk;
Perhaps to read, to write, or talk;
For wonderfully now a days,
The savage race obtain the bays.
Come on, come on! ascend the hill;
Onward! onward! onward still.
Through yonder bold and broken dell,
The spur of spirit prompts thee on,
The deed of honor must be done;
For yonder brute, for baseness fam'd,
Must forcibly be caught and tam'd.
Courage, heroes! courage now,
The monster shall be humbled low.
We'll have a muzzle on his jaws;
We'll clip the talons on his paws;
We'll teach him how to dance and walk;
Perhaps to read, to write, or talk;
For wonderfully now a days,
The savage race obtain the bays.
Come on, come on! ascend the hill;
Onward! onward! onward still.
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Hold! hold! enough. The bear is caught,
And may by wisdom, Sir, be taught;
For all who would be good and wise,
Must never fear their enemies,
But boldly brave, 'gainst savage race
Pursue in truth, affection's chase.
The haughty, not with haughty frown,
By noble candor are put down.
The rough, with gentleness pursued,
Become at length by love subdued;
The purse-proud mercenary soul
Forgets that riches are his whole,
And seeks to render others merit,
Loves the gentle gen'rous spirit.
If such the chase, who would not dare,
To venture and attack the bear!—
And may by wisdom, Sir, be taught;
For all who would be good and wise,
Must never fear their enemies,
But boldly brave, 'gainst savage race
Pursue in truth, affection's chase.
The haughty, not with haughty frown,
By noble candor are put down.
The rough, with gentleness pursued,
Become at length by love subdued;
The purse-proud mercenary soul
Forgets that riches are his whole,
And seeks to render others merit,
Loves the gentle gen'rous spirit.
If such the chase, who would not dare,
To venture and attack the bear!—
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