English

It is curious that Handel
Should always have used a candle.
Men of his stamp
Generally use a lamp.

Arouse! Hunters! Arouse!
Brightly breaks the morn,
Freshly blows the morning breeze,
And cheerily winds the horn.
The deer his covert leaving,
Lingers in the vale,
And over the lofty mountain-top
The crimson glories sail.

Awake! Hunters! Awake!
Nature from her sleep
In summer's arms comes forth
To bid the glad pulse leap.
The sorrowing night has vanished,
Her dreary watching done,
Her tear-drops hung on trembling leaves
Are glittering in the sun.

To horse! Hunters! To horse!

I.

Why, cruel Creature! why so bent
To vex a tender heart?
To gold and title you relent,
Love throws in vain his dart.

II.

Let glitt'ring fools in courts be great,
For pay let armies move,
Beauty should have no other bait
But gentle vows and love.

III.

If on those endless charms you lay
The value that 's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
A thousand worlds to few.

IV.

But if a passion without vice,
Without disguise or art,

" The moustache of Adolf Hitler
Could hardly be littler,"
Was the thought that kept recurring
To Field-Marshal Goering.

The meaning of the poet Gay
Was always as clear as day,
While that of the poet Blake
Was often practically opaque.

Ladies, 'twill give but very little pain t'ye,
When such a tiny thing, as I, complain t'ye.
Were I grown big , and bold enough, to charm ye,
I'd do't — but, for the world , I wou'dn't harm ye.

Alas! — we've lost our stage ; — whereon to strut,
Was the unlicenc'd claim of L ILLIPUT .
Yet, here , where never patent monarch reign'd!
We see our ground, by strange usurpers , gain'd!
On our own soil condemn'd to over laying ,
By these dramatic rats , in mouse-hole playing ;
Ah! do us right — Since like with like engages,

Why should a heart so tender break?
O Mira! give its anguish ease:
The use of beauty you mistake,
Not meant to vex but please.

Those lips for smiling were design'd,
That bosom to be prest;
Your eyes to languish and look kind,
For am'rous arms your waist.

Each thing has its appointed right
Establish'd by the pow'rs above;
The sun to give us warmth and light,
Mira to kindle love.

From golden morn till dewy eve,
When the sky gleams bright and red,
With many a strong and sturdy stroke,
I labor for my bread.
No sickly fits nor ills I dread,
My chest is deep and broad,
And though I work the live-long day,
I rise and thank my God.

No lily hue is on my brow,
No rings on my hard hand,
I wield the axe, I drive the plow;
Or when war shrouds the land,
I seize my father's well-tried blade,
And that for Freedom's sod
It is my glorious right to bleed,
I rise and thank my God.

Right humbly, fair Cuz! in these presents, is shown,
By your kinsman most loving , tho' poor and unknown ,
That, since all your delight is in bounding and prancing ,
I have wings , at my back , that might help your advancing
Therefore, pray, tell your owner , who loves to aspire ,
He must cherish our stud , if he means to ride higher :
'Tis the gift of our breed , and the task of our calling ,
Both, to bear men aloft , and to keep 'em, from falling:
All the plates , which his bounty , bestows, on you racers ,

I

" Answer, thou that from the height
Look'st to left, and look'st to right;
Answer thou, how goes the fight? "

II

Thus spake King Brian, by his teht,
Kneeling with sceptred hands that leant
Upon that altar which, where'er
He marched, kept pure his path with prayer
For, after all his triumphs past
That made him wondrous 'mid his peers,
On the blind king God's will had cast
The burden of his fourscore years:
And therefore when that morn, at nine,