THERE is exhilaration in the chase Not bodily only! Bursting from the woods, Then worshipping the sun on silver floods, The tumbling torrents; from the forest-mass Of darkness issuing, we with double force And, bounding with delight, pursue our course. It is a mingled rapture, and we find The bodily spirit mounting to the mind. Brydges. ANCIENT HUNTING SONG. HE hunt is up, the hunt is up! The deer they fling, Hey, nonny, nony, no; The hounds they cry, The hunters fly, Hey, trolilo, trololilo. The hunt is up, the hunt is up! Sing merrily we, the hunt is up! The wood resounds To hear the sounds, Hey, nonny, nony, no; The rocks report This merry sport, Hey, trolilo, trololilo. The hunt is up, the hunt is up! Then hie apace Unto the chase, Hey, nonny, nony, no! While every thing Doth sweetly sing Hey, trolilo, trololilo, The hunt is up, the hunt is up! Sing merrily we, the hunt is up! Anon. |