They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; — Chase

"It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England."

"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."

"Of horn and morn, and hark and bark, And echos answering sounds, All poets wit hath ever writ In dog-rel verse of hounds."

"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!"

"Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began, A mighty hunter, and his prey was man."

"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."