The Sportsman's Vocal Cabinet; Comprising an Extensive Collection of Scarce, Curious, and Original Songs and Ballads, Relative to Field Sports

The Sportsman's Vocal Cabinet; Comprising an Extensive Collection of Scarce, Curious, and Original Songs and Ballads, Relative to Field Sports

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ... Why her embraces leave; " Rouse not the partridge with alarms, " Nor doom her mate to grieve!" Cease, cease, my love, these useless tears, Soon, soon shall 1 return; Remember from the sea uprears Her head September's morn. Then quick the dogs unkennel, John, And saddle quick the mare; See how, impatient to be gone, They - nuff the morning air 1 How thro' the stubble, blithe they bound, No need of whip or noise; Hey, Ranger, quarter well your ground, Now, Archer, hey, my boys I Steady! take heed, my dog--Toho! His attitude how fine! Where is another bosom now So highly blest as mine? The whirring covey wing their flight, Adown the breeze they go; Destruction flies from left and right, And swift a brace lie low. My well train'd dogs my sign obey, And haste their lord to meet; And lowly crouching, down they lay My victims at my feet. Nor e'er again inclin'd to roam, Refuse to hear, " Down charge!" Till gun fresh cock'd, and charge ramm'd home I cast them off at large. Thus fill'd with pleasure rolls the hour, Each vale, each hill, I try; Indifferent or to sun or show'r, Till night pervades the sky. Returning home, what joys await, To pay my morning toil; There beauty meets me at the gate, And cheers me with a smile. Oh! who can tell the rapturous bliss, When safe from dreaded harms, With which my Celia seals her kiss, And twines me in her arms. How could I e'er forsake the couch, To seek the winged prey; Where joys we find in every touch, Which melt themselves away. To a fair lovely huntress, devoted's my song, Who was train'd to the chase, like Diana, when young! Instead of town pleasures, Or music's soft measures; So fond she became of the huntsman's glad sounds, That her voice hail'd the morn, Sweet in tune with the...show more

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  • Paperback | 96 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 186g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236558065
  • 9781236558060