• I Like the hunting of the hare
      Better than that of the fox;
    I like the joyous morning air,
      And the crowing of the cocks.

    I like the calm of the early fields,
      The ducks asleep by the lake,
    The quiet hour which Nature yields
      Before mankind is awake.

    I like the pheasants and feeding things
      Of the unsuspicious...

  • FABLE VII.



    The sun had rais'd above the mead,

    His glorious horizontal head;

    Sad Philomela left her thorn;

    The lively linnets hymn'd the morn,
    5And nature, like a waking bride,

    Her...