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• The Cloud Chorus

  From the Greek by Andrew Lang
  From “The Clouds”
  SOCRATES SPEAKS. …

  Aristophanes

• The Cloud

  I Bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
  From the seas and the streams;
  I bear light shade for the leaves when laid …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Summer Moods

  I Love at eventide to walk alone,
  Down narrow glens, o’erhung with dewy thorn,
  Where from the long grass underneath, the snail, …

  John Clare

• In Praise of Angling

  Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares,
  Anxious sighs, untimely tears,
  Fly, fly to courts, …

  Sir Henry Wotton

• The Angler’s Wish

  I In these flowery meads would be,
  These crystal streams should solace me;
  To whose harmonious bubbling noise …

  Izaak Walton

• The Angler

  O The GALLANT fisher’s life,
  It is the best of any!
  ’T is full of pleasure, void of strife, …

  John Chalkhill

• Swimming

  From “The Two Foscari”
  HOW many a time have I
  Cloven, with arm still lustier, breast more daring, …

  Lord Byron

• The Pleasure-Boat

  Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
  They’re seated side by side;
  Wave chases wave in pleasant flow; …

  Richard Henry Dana, Sr.

• The Solitary Woodsman

  When the gray lake-water rushes
  Past the dripping alder-bushes,
  And the bodeful autumn wind …

  Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

• September

  SWEET is the voice that calls
  From the babbling waterfalls
  In meadows where the downy seeds are flying; …

  George Arnold

• The Latter Rain

  The Latter rain,—it falls in anxious haste
  Upon the sun-dried fields and branches bare,
  Loosening with searching drops the rigid waste …

  Jones Very

• Harvest Song

  From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks
  SICKLES sound;
  On the ground …

  Ludwig Christoph Heinrich Hölty

• Life in the Autumn Woods

  [Virginia]
  SUMMER has gone,
  And fruitful Autumn has advanced so far …

  Philip Pendleton Cooke

• Hunting Song

  Waken, lords and ladies gay,
  On the mountain dawns the day;
  All the jolly chase is here, …

  Sir Walter Scott

• The Hunter’s Song

  Rise! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn.
  The dews hang thick on the fringèd thorn,
  And the frost shrinks back like a beaten hound, …

  Bryan Waller Procter

• The Hunted Squirrel

  From “Britannia’s Pastorals,” Bk. I. Song 5
  THEN as a nimble squirrel from the wood,
  Ranging the hedges for his filbert-food, …

  William Browne

• “A hunting we will go”

  The Dusky night rides down the sky,
  And ushers in the morn:
  The hounds all join in glorious cry, …

  Henry Fielding

• The Stag Hunt

  From “The Lady of the Lake,” Canto I.
  THE STAG at eve had drunk his fill,
  Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill, …

  Sir Walter Scott

• The Old Squire

  I Like the hunting of the hare
  Better than that of the fox;
  I like the joyous morning air, …

  Wilfred Scawen Blunt

• No!

  NO sun—no moon!
  No morn—no noon—
  No dawn—no dust—no proper time of day— …

  Thomas Hood

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