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He though at heart like courtly Chesterfield,
Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes,
And what not, though he rode beyond all price,
Ask'd next day, "if men ever hunted twice?"
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Don Juan (canto XIV, st. 35)
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
The threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
- Lewis Carroll (pseudonym of Charles L. Dodgson),
Hunting of the Snark (fit 5)
The dusky night rides down the sky
And ushers in the morn:
The hounds all join in glorious cry,
The huntsman winds his horn;
And a-hunting we will go.
- Henry Fielding, And a-Hunting We Will Go
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
There are thoughts that moan from the soul of pine
And thoughts in a flower bell curled;
And thoughts that are blown with scent of the fern
Are as new and as old as the world.
- Sam Walter Foss, Bloodless Sportsman
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn.
- John Gay, Rural Sports (canto II, l. 93)
Love's torments made me seek the chase;
Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace.
Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,
The raven cried: "Head-off! head-off!"
- Heinrich Heine,
Book of Songs--Youthful Sorrows (no. 8)
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,
And echo's answering sounds,
All poet's wit hath ever writ
In dog-rel verse of hounds.
- Thomas Hood, Epping Hunt (st. 10)
It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
- Samuel Johnson (a/k/a Dr. Johnson) ("The Great Cham of Literature"),
With a hey, ho, chevy!
Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy!
Hark, hark, tantivy!
This day a stag must die.
- John O'Keeffe, Czar Peter (act I),
D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?
D'ye ken John Peel at the break of the day?
D'ye ken John Peel when he's far, far away,
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
- Old Song, John Peel, an old hunting song
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try that the open, what the covert yield.
- Alexander Pope, Essay on Man (ep. I, l. 9)
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
- Alexander Pope, Windsor Forest (l. 61)
My hoarse-sound horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings.
- William C. Somerville, The Chase