The Petition of An Old Uninhabited House in Penzance to its Master in Town With Hints to the Author of John Bull, A Comedy. To which is added an Appendix. Embellished with a View of the Old House. Second Edition [by C. V. Le Grice] |
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WOODCOCK SHOOTING:
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WOODCOCK SHOOTING:
Composed at intervals between the Shots on a Shooting Party, at Trye in Gulval, Oct. 21st, 1817.
Pale was the moon and radiant was the star
In the clear forehead of the morning sky;
Elate of heart we mount the rapid car
To bear our thunders to the groves of Trye.
In the clear forehead of the morning sky;
Elate of heart we mount the rapid car
To bear our thunders to the groves of Trye.
A thousand varied tints adorn the trees,
Beneath the brakes the rills run babbling by,
The branches gently rustle to the breeze,
Bright bursts the Sun, and all is harmony.
Beneath the brakes the rills run babbling by,
The branches gently rustle to the breeze,
Bright bursts the Sun, and all is harmony.
With mark! mark! mark! the echoing valley rings,
From hill to hill the Marker shrilly calls;
On winnowing wing the hunted Woodcock springs;
The tube is levell'd, and the victim falls.
From hill to hill the Marker shrilly calls;
On winnowing wing the hunted Woodcock springs;
The tube is levell'd, and the victim falls.
Another, and another springs, and dies.
The busy spaniel is the sportsman's clue:
The Marker halloos, and the gun replies:
The game is flush'd, and Health and Joy pursue.
The busy spaniel is the sportsman's clue:
The Marker halloos, and the gun replies:
The game is flush'd, and Health and Joy pursue.
Onward we follow. Onward still, and on:
Nor wood, nor mountain stop our eager way:
'Twas darkness ere we knew the morn was gone.
—This was a Holiday.
Nor wood, nor mountain stop our eager way:
'Twas darkness ere we knew the morn was gone.
—This was a Holiday.
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