Quotes About Hunting



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.
_Rural Sports, Canto II_. J. GAY.

Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
_Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE.

My hoarse-sounding horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings;
Image of war without its guilt.
_The Chase_. W.C. SOMERVILLE.

Contusion hazarding of neck or spine,
Which rural gentlemen call sport divine.
_Needless Alarm_. W. COWPER.

My hawk is tired of perch and hood,
My idle greyhound loathes his food,
My horse is weary of his stall,
And I am sick of captive thrall.
I wish I were as I have been
Hunting the hart in forests green,
With bended bow and bloodhound free,
For that's the life is meet for me!
_The Lady of the Lake: Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman,
Canto VI_. SIR W. SCOTT.

Oh! what delight can a mortal lack,
When he once is firm on his horse's back,
With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong,
And the blast of the horn for his morning song!
_The Hunter's Song_. B.W. PROCTER _(Barry Cornwall)_.

See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings;
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
_Windsor Forest_. A. POPE.

But as some muskets so contrive it,
As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
And though well aimed at duck or plover,
Bear wide, and kick their owners over.
_McFingal, Canto I_. J. TRUMBULL.


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