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This is the purest exercise of health,
Roguish archers, I'll be bound,
G. W. PETTEE.
OUR SKATER BELLE. Along the frozen lake she comes
In linking crescents, light and fleet; The ice-imprisoned Undine hums
A welcome to her little feet.
SCOTT. Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry food, And swim to yonder point ? — Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, | And bade him follow. | Fulius Casar, Act i. Sc. 2.
Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush, Hunting is the noblest exercise,
Makes men laborious, active, wise,
Brings health, and doth the spirits delight,
It helps the hearing and the sight; The intent and not the deed
It teacheth arts that never slip Is in our power; and therefore who dares greatly The memory
aly | The memory, good horsemanship, Does greatly.
Search, sharpness, courage and defence, Barbarossa.
| And chaseth all ill habits hence. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, Masques.
BEN JONSON. safety. King Henry IV. Part 1. Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
My hoarse-sounding horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings; “You fool! I tell you no one means you harm.” Image of war without its guilt. “So much the better,” Juan said, “ for them." The Chase. Don Juan.
Contusion hazarding of neck or spine,
Which rural gentlemen call sport divine.
My hawk is tired of perch and hood, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
My idle greyhound loathes his food, And vaulted with such èase into his seat,
My horse is weary of his stall, As if an angel dropped down from the clouds,
And I am sick of captive thrall. To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
I wish I were as I have been And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
| Hunting the hart in forests green, King Henry IV., Part 1. Act iv. Sc. I. SHAKESPEARE.
With bended bow and bloodhound free, “Stand, Bayard, stand!” The steed obeyed,
For that's the life is meet for me ! With arching neck and bended head,
Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman: The Lady of the Lake, Cant. vi.
SCOTT. And glancing eye, and quivering ear, As if he loved his lord to hear.
The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn, No foot Fitz-James in stirrup staid,
Summons the dogs and greets the dappled morn. No grasp upon the saddle laid,
J. GAY. But wreathed his left hand in the mane, And lightly bounded from the plain,
Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Turned on the horse his armed heel,
The hart ungallèd play ; And stirred his courage with the steel.
For some must watch, while some must sleep; Bounded the fiery steed in air,
Thus runs the world away. The rider sate erect and fair,
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2.
SHAKESPEARE. Then, like a bolt from steel cross-bow Forth launched, along the plain they go.
SHOOTING. The Lady of the Lake, Cant. v.
See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, After many strains and heaves,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; He got up to the saddle eaves,
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, From whence he vaulted into th' seat
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. With so much vigor, strength, and heat,
But as some muskets so contrive it,
As oft to miss the mark they drive at, Which oft he used instead of rein.
And though well aimed at duck or plover, Hudibras.
DR. S. BUTLER.
Bear wide, and kick their owners over.
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
Wipholt walh w more through the sosten falain