|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield,|
Who, after a long chase oer hills, dales, bushes,
And what not, though he rode beyond all price,
Askd next day, if men ever hunted twice?
ByronDon Juan. Canto XIV. St. 35.
|They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;|
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
Lewis CarrollHunting 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 FieldingAnd 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 the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fern
Are as new and as old as the world.
Sam Walter FossBloodless 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.
GayRural Sports. Canto II. L. 93.
|Loves torments made me seek the chase;|
Rifle in hand, I roamd apace.
Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,
The raven cried: Head-off! head off!
HeineBook of Songs. Youthful Sorrows. No. 8.
|Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,|
And echos answering sounds,
All poets wit hath ever writ
In dog-rel verse of hounds.
HoodEpping Hunt. St. 10.
|Dye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?|
Dye ken John Peel at the break of the day?
Dye ken John Peel when hes far, far away,
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
John Peel. Old Hunting Song. (Coat so gray, said to be in the original).
| It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.|
|With a hey, ho, chevy!|
Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy!
Hark, hark, tantivy!
This day a stag must die.
John OKeefeSong in Czar Peter. Act I. Sc. 4.
|Together let us beat this ample field,|
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 9.
|Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,|
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
PopeWindsor Forest. L. 61.
|My hoarse-sounding horn|
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings.
William SomervilleThe Chase.