A BOOK OF FAMOUS VERSE HUNTING SONG WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, All the jolly chase is here With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, Waken, lords and ladies gay, We can show the marks he made Louder, louder chant the lay, Time, stern huntsman! who can balk, Think of this and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay! Sir Walter Scott. THE SOLITARY REAPER BEHOLD her, single in the field, No nightingale did ever chaunt No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, EPITAPH ON A HARE Breaking the silence of the seas Will no one tell me what she sings? Or is it some more humble lay, Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang William Wordsworth. EPITAPH ON A HARE 1 HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Who, nursed with tender care, 1 Note 1. 3 |