Explore "My Hunting Song" by Charles Kingsley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Forward! Hark forward's the cry! / One more fence and we're out on the open, / So to us at once, if you want to live near us! / Hark to them, ride to them, beauties! as on they go, / Leaping and sweeping away in the vale below! / Cowards and bunglers, whose heart or whose eye is slow, / Find themselves staring alone.
So the great cause flashes by; / Nearer and clearer its purposes open, / While louder and prouder the world-echoes cheer us: / Gentlemen sportsmen, you ought to live up to us, / Lead us, and lift us, and hallo our game to us -- / We cannot call the hounds off, and no shame to us -- / Don't be left staring alone!
Eversley, 1849.