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English Poetry. Joseph Warton. On Shooting. Джозеф Уортон.

Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон)

On Shooting

Nymphs of the forests, that young oaks protect
From noxious blasts, and the blue thunder's dart,
O how securely might ye dwell
In Britain's peaceful shades
Far from grim wolves, or tiger's midnight roar,
Or crimson-crested serpent's hungry hiss,
But that our savage swains pollute
With murder your retreats!
How oft' your birds have undeserving bled,
Linnet, or warbling thrush, or moaning dove,
Pleasant, with gayly-glist'ring wings,
Or early-mounting lark!
While in sweet converse in a round you sit
On the green turf, or in the woodbine-bower,
If chance the thund'ring Gun be heard,
To grots and caves ye run,
Fearful as when LODONA fled from PAN,
Or DAPHNE panting from enamour'd SOL,
Or fair SABRINA to the flood
Her snowy beauties gave:
When will dread Man his Tyrannies forego,
When cease to bathe his barbarous hands in blood,
His subjects helpless, harmless, weak,
Delighting to destroy?
More pleasant far to shield their tender young
From churlish swains, that violate their nests,
And, wand'ring morn or eve, to hear
Their welcome to the Spring.

Joseph Warton’s other poems:

  1. Sappho’s Advice
  2. The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature
  3. Ode to a Lady on the Spring
  4. Contentment
  5. Ode to Fancy

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