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'Tis pleasant now in forest shades; The Indian hunter strings his bow To track, through dark entangled glades, The antler'd deer and bounding doe; Or launch at night his birch canoe, To spear the finny tribes that dwell On sandy bank, in weedy cell, Or pool the fisher knows right well, Seen by the red and livid glow Of pine-torch at his vessel's bow.
Hark ye, you picture of petty-larceny personified if you are sorry I am a cuckold, remember I am only mine own, you knave there is too little blood in her cheeks to have sent her astray elsewhere. Well, I will bear mine antler'd honours as I may gold shall gild them; and for my disgrace, revenge shall sweeten it. Ay, revenge and there strikes the happy hour!"
The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew. The hind led her fawn from the covert of high fern to the more open walks of the greenwood, and no huntsman was there to watch or intercept the stately hart, as he paced at the head of the antler'd herd.
Behold that church with cross uprais'd And with its windows neatly glaz'd; All houses are in this comprest An orchard's near it of the best, Also a park where void of fear Feed antler'd herds of fallow deer. A warren wide my chief can boast, Of goodly steeds a countless host.
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