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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41266	St. Leonard's hill a poem / written by R.F.	Fage, Robert.	1666 (1666)	Wing F85; ESTC R40572	9,517	25

skips The Dogs and Men in a full cry pursue Forcing the Deer to bid the woods adieu Now having left his walks and pleasant woods Sometimes he seeks the plains and then the floods And leads the Hunters such a Forrest Dance As made their Coursers quite forget to prance There might you see the Brown and bonny Bay In their own white and reeking Form turn Grey And Dapple Grey with his own blood be-smear'd More like a Brown or Bonny Bay appear'd Here lies a dying Horse and there hand by Doth with a broken Arm his Rider lye Long was the Chase and the Old Stag would fain Have come into his Native woods again But now alas his strength and spirits fail Nor could the best breath'd Dog scarce wag his tail Panting for breath and life the Stag then stood Against a tree and did his ground make good Keeping the Dogs at bay at last he cry'd To Fate I bow my head and weeping dy'd But whil'st his Breath did last he made a VVill Which his Executors said they would fulfil Imprimis write I freely do dispose My Sides and both my Haunches unto those Who know best how to season them in Past And can good Venson from Ram-Mutton taste My Head and Horns I give to Men o' the Gown The Major and Aldermen of Windsor town That they by Charter may or Proclamation Make them the Ensigns of their Corporation My Ears I give to those in Heart so pure That by no means Church Musick can endure And I desire what cannot now be writ Let my Executors give as they think fit And my Executors I would have to be Those honest keepers in Green Livery Lastly because I see my end draws nigh Let mee at Caesars feet fall down and dye Besides this Royal Game the woods afford VVith other Quarries they are alwaies stor'd And which the Romans call'd delicious fare In every Bush we have the Light-foot Hare VVhich when we Venson want we do pursue VVith little Spot and great Melampo too Among those Oaks whose arms so wide are spread The Lodge of great Basilius shews his Head VVhere better Guests are now than use to be When Clubs were trump and freedome slavery Here are fair Nymphs with Shepherds too and some That from the Royal Court are hither come Leaving the town for pleasures of the field Such as the Court or City cannot yeild Nymphs and Swains then come away Make this all a Holiday Nimbly Dance and merrily Sing 'Till the Woods and Vallies ring Bring your Fruits and bring your Posies Bring your Chaplets made of Roses There Celebrate your Rural Feasts In honour of these New-come Guests And let all these Nymphs and Swains Cry welcome to the Arcadian Plains But heark I think 't is young Ergasto calls Away away to the Grove of Nightingales Through yonder Glade let 's follow him for there A Consort of all singing Birds you 'l hear And passing by we heard in every bush Conning their Notes the Black-bird and the Thrush When to this Grove of Musick we were come Under a shady Beech we lay along Then from the Forrest and from several parts Birds flocked hither with right willing hearts And first the Lark taking a speedy wing To his great Maker did an Anthem sing Next after him the Black-Bird and the Stare Two better Counter-tenners never were But the shrill trebble sung the little VVren And little Robin answered him agen To such a pitch the Bulfinch rais'd his Note That bigger than his brest did seem his throat And though grown hoarse with scolding yet the Crow How deep his base could reach resolv'd to show Fain would the Owle have try'd her ut'most skill But Philomel desir'd her to be still For since that Cold which in her feet she had Although her skill be Good her Voice is Bad And therefore Madge up to an Oake doth climb And nodding with her head kept Sembrief time VVhil'st the great Bee to their Harmonious lays A soft sweet stop upon his Organ playes VVhen they had made an end and all was hush Then Philomel vouchsafes to ascend the Bush And such a sweet and Heavenly tune began As made us all amaz'd in silence stand Then straight another with a clearer strain Answer'd her killing Notes when she again VVith Notes more various than at first replies And to her Rival Victory denies VVhen they had sung their Vespers we could hear More from an inner Grove that tuning were Their little Pipes who presently did joyn And made a Consort more than half Divine And such I think as never any Men But from their pretty throats shall hear agen Blest be these Groves blest be these walks of shade May never more Sequestring Axe invade Your well extended arms or spreading root Or cruel Satyre here again set foot But may you Grow and still more Verdant look Or if to Old Age you at last must stoop O may these younger Plants grow up and be Delightful shades to our Posterity Until both Names and Things must all expire In one Great Flame and Funeral Fire FINIS Clewerth Green Old Pain Old goodman Pain his Nursery St. Leonard's Hill London The great Park Windsor Castle King John of France David King of Scotland Edward the 3 d. Edward the black Prince Eaton Colledge founded by Henry the sixth Kings Colledge Chappel Sr. Robert Gayers house at Stoke Therizer Thames The Walks Glades on St. Leonard 's Hill The Hunting of the Stag. Crarborn Lodge Sir George Carterets Family The harmony of Birds