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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hunter’s Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">RISE! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn: <br>The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn, <br>And the frost shrinks back, like a beaten hound, <br>Under the steaming, steaming ground. <br>Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by, <br>And leave us alone in the clear gray sky! <br>Our horses are ready and steady.—So, ho! <br>I ’m gone, like a dart from the Tartar’s bow. <br> Hark, hark!—Who calleth the maiden Morn <br> From her sleep in the woods and the stubble corn?<br> The horn,—the horn! <br> The merry, sweet ring of the hunter’s horn. <br> <br>Now, thorough the copse, where the fox is found, <br>And over the stream, at a mighty bound, <br>And over the high lands, and over the low,<br>O’er furrows, o’er meadows, the hunters go! <br>Away!—as a hawk flies full at its prey, <br>So flieth the hunter, away,—away! <br>From the burst at the cover till set of sun, <br>When the red fox dies, and—the day is done! <br> Hark, hark!—What sound on the wind is borne? <br> ’T is the conquering voice of the hunter’s horn. <br> The horn,—the horn! <br> The merry, bold voice of the hunter’s horn. <br> <br>Sound! Sound the horn! To the hunter good <br>What ’s the gulley deep or the roaring flood? <br>Right over he bounds, as the wild stag bounds, <br>At the heels of his swift, sure, silent hounds. <br>O, what delight can a mortal lack, <br>When he once is firm on his horse’s back,<br>With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong, <br>And the blast of the horn for his morning song? <br> Hark, hark!—Now, home! and dream till morn <br> Of the bold, sweet sound of the hunter’s horn! <br> The horn,—the horn!<br> O, the sound of all sounds is the hunter’s horn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Barry+Cornwall">Barry Cornwall</a><div class=q>
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The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn, 
And the frost shrinks back, like a beaten hound, 
Under the steaming, steaming ground. 
Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by, 
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