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I LIKE the hunting of the hare	A
Better than that of the fox	B
I like the joyous morning air	A
And the crowing of the cocks	B
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I like the calm of the early fields	C
The ducks asleep by the lake	D
The quiet hour which Nature yields	C
Before mankind is awake	D
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I like the pheasants and feeding things	E
Of the unsuspicious morn	F
I like the flap of the wood pigeon s wings	E
As she rises from the corn	F
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I like the blackbird s shriek and his rush	G
From the turnips as I pass by	H
And the partridge hiding her head in a bush	I
For her young ones cannot fly	H
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I like these things and I like to ride	J
When all the world is in bed	K
To the top of the hill where the sky grows wide	J
And where the sun grows red	K
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The beagles at my horse heels trot	L
In silence after me	M
There s Ruby Roger Diamond Dot	L
Old Slut and Margery	M
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A score of names well used and dear	N
The names my childhood knew	O
The horn with which I rouse their cheer	N
Is the horn my father blew	O
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I like the hunting of the hare	A
Better than that of the fox	B
The new world still is all less fair	A
Than the old world it mocks	B
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I covet not a wider range	P
Than these dear manors give	Q
I take my pleasures without change	P
And as I lived I live	R
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I leave my neighbors to their thought	S
My choice it is and pride	J
On my own lands to find my sport	T
In my own fields to ride	J
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The hare herself no better loves	U
The field where she was bred	K
Than I the habit of these groves	V
My own inherited	W
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I know my quarries every one	X
The meuse where she sits low	Y
The road she chose to day was run	X
A hundred years ago	Y
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The lags the gills the forest ways	Z
The hedgerows one and all	A2
These are the kingdoms of my chase	B2
And bounded by my wall	A2
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Nor has the world a better thing	C2
Though one should search it round	D2
Than thus to live one s own sole king	C2
Upon one s own sole ground	D2
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I like the hunting of the hare	A
It brings me day by day	E2
The memory of old days as fair	A
With dead men passed away	E2
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To these as homeward still I ply	H
And pass the churchyard gate	F2
Where all are laid as I must lie	H
I stop and raise my hat	G2
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I like the hunting of the hare	A
New sports I hold in scorn	F
I like to be as my fathers were	H2
In the days e er I was born	F

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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