William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Hunting-SongJohn Dryden (16311700)
WAnd hie to the woodland walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskined soon,
And tie to my forehead a wexing moon.
I course the fleet stag, and unkennel the fox,
And chase the wild goats o’er the summits of rocks;
With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky
And Echo turns hunter and doubles the cry.
ChorusWith shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky
And Echo turns hunter and doubles the cry.