A century did not thy vigour pale, Nor war and rapine thy enjoyments cloud; And thy halloos were gay, and clear, and loud, To thy last days, through covert, hill, and vale: The keepers heard it on the autumnal gale, And with responsive horns, in blasts as proud, Their labours to the cherish'd service vow'd, Delighted their old merry lord to hail. The forest girls peep'd out, and buxom wives, And in the leaf-strown glades and yellow lanes Each for the kindly salutation strives, Which to their smiles the gladsome veteran deigns. Hark how, on courser mounted, in his vest Of green, the aged sportsman cracks his blithesome jest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FAR - FAR - AWAY (FOR MUSIC) by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TREE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON |