Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Hark! the Hollow Woods resounding
Hark! The Hollow Woods Resounding.
A GLee.
Hark! the hollow woods resounding,
Echo to the hunter's cry,
Hark! how all the vales resounding,
To his cheering voice reply;
Now so swift o'er hills aspiring,
He pursues the gay delight,
Distant woods and plains retiring,
Seem to vanish from his sight.
Echo to the hunter's cry,
Hark! how all the vales resounding,
To his cheering voice reply;
Now so swift o'er hills aspiring,
He pursues the gay delight,
Distant woods and plains retiring,
Seem to vanish from his sight.
Flying, still and still pursuing,
See the fox, the hounds, the men,
Cunning cannot save from ruin,
Free from refuge, wood, or den;
Now they kill him, homeward hie them,
To a jovial night's repast,
Thus no sorrow e'er comes nigh them,
Health continues to the last.
See the fox, the hounds, the men,
Cunning cannot save from ruin,
Free from refuge, wood, or den;
Now they kill him, homeward hie them,
To a jovial night's repast,
Thus no sorrow e'er comes nigh them,
Health continues to the last.