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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNTING, by JAMES HAY BEATTIE Poet's Biography
First Line: Bright rays of purple fire the sky
Last Line: And mercy hope from heaven.
Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters
First Line: Bright rays of purple fire the sky
Last Line: And mercy hope from heaven.
Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters
BRIGHT rays of purple fire the sky,
And gild the shivering stream,
Beyond the western mist on high
While the gay woodlands gleam.
Hark! how the voice of hounds and horn
Floats in the fragrant gale;
Along the rustling thicket born,
And down the shadowy vale.
They pass; nor fancy's modest ear
The shouting train pursues;
No screams of bloody triumph chear
The solitary muse.
Ye, whose victorious arts beguile
The sufferer of its breath,
Who watch, with fierce unthinking smile,
The languid throbs of death;
Haste let your harmless captives bleed:
Ye too must fall as they;
Death, on a swift though noiseless steed,
Pursues you as his prey.
Nor yet prolong the victim's wo.
In lingering terror driven:
Kill, do not torture! mercy shew,
And mercy hope from Heaven.
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