Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARIAN; AN OPERETTA: SONG (2), by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE Poet's Biography First Line: To the chase, to the chase! On the brow of the hill Last Line: Let him live, let him bound o'er his forests again! Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters | ||||||||
To the chase, to the chase! on the brow of the hill Let the hounds meet the sweet-breathing morn; Whilst full to the welkin, their notes clear and shrill, Join the sound of the heart-cheering horn. What music celestial! when urging the race Sweet Echo repeats -- "To the chase, to the chase!" Our pleasure transports us, how gay flies the hour! Sweet health and quick spirits attend; Not sweeter when evening convenes to the bower, And we meet the loved smile of a friend. See the stag just before us! He starts at the cry: -- He stops -- his strength fails -- speak, my friends -- must he die? His innocent aspect while standing at bay, His expression of anguish and pain, All plead for compassion, -- your looks seem to say Let him bound o'er his forests again. Quick, release him to dart o'er the neighbouring plain, Let him live, let him bound o'er his forests again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER MARIAN; AN OPERETTA: SONG (1) by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE |
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