Here mark how rang'd in order'd row And rouse the deer with strange surprise From out their green-wood galleries; There, listening to his coming foes, The stag aloft his antlers throws, And, proud in strength and ripen'd years, And see! where at his utmost need, And menaces the hunter-band. How wild his eye-ball's fiery glare! Let man, and hound, and horse beware! While sore beset from head to heel, The clamorous pack around him wheel; Now reel repuls'd and wounded back; Proclaims the stout Hart-Royal slain. Where towering hills, with heath imbrown'd, O'er Cheviot's inmost fastness frown'd, Skirted with ranks of gloomy fir, And fring'd with pointed juniper, Where scarce the fervid noontide ray Illumines many a cool alcove, By shrubs and clustering branches wove; So clearly where the river stream Reflects the scene, you well might deem It shew'd not on its polish'd face An image of terrestrial grace ; But to the favour'd vision gave A paradise beneath the wave; To that bright stream's romantic shore A hundred deer together lay; The chiefest head of hart and hind, That roam'd o'er Cheviot's hills of wind. D J 'Twas there, to view the tender game, Earl Percy to the quarry came; And mustering there from side to side, The jolly hunters gladly hied; With loitering march and merry din The weary throngs came trooping in, Of shady grove and arbour green ; To share the feast and gay carouse, THE FEAST. FAIR art thou, midst thy realms of air, Son of the morning! thou art fair ; As rolling back the mists of night, With conquering floods of crimson light, Thou marchest forth, in godlike state, From out thy golden eastern gate, Like a strong giant, flush'd with wine, To run that heavenly race of thine. What eye endure thine ardent blaze, And where thou art can darkness dwell?— |