rt sleep the Hunters wake:In hope elate, in spirits gay,They to the woodlands haste away •And, as they chearful pass along,Make the hills echo with their song. SONG No lifes like the Hunters, no joy like the sport, No pleasures like those of the Chase:We envy not such as are dangling at Court For… … ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 21 As the stout pack we follow each trouble of life Is forgotten and left far behind :We know not the names of Contention and Strife, And cast all our cares to the wind.We breathe the keen air, mount the hill, sink thedale, While the swift-flying game is in view :Nor think,…
Dance of death
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