The Song of the Cattle Hunters
Thomas Henry Kendall
1861
Exported from Wikisource on April 23, 2026
While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams,
And the water-pools flash in its glow,
Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry,
Down the ridges and gullies below;
And the cattle we hunt they go racing in front,
With a roar in the distance like waves,
As the beat, and the beat, of our swift horses' feet
Start the Echoes away from their caves!
As the beat, and the beat,
Of our swift horses' feet,
Start the Echoes away from their caves!
Like a thundering shore that the billows ride o'er,
All the lowlands are filling with sound;
For swiftly we gain, where the herds on the plain,
Like a tempest, are tearing the ground:
And we'll follow them hard to the rails of the yard,
O'er the gulches and mountain tops grey,
Where the beat, and the beat, of our swift horses' feet,
Will die with the Echoes away!
Where the beat, and the beat,
Of our swift horses' feet,
Will die with the Echoes away!
Tarantella (1923) by Hilaire Belloc
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn’t got a penny,
And who weren’t paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! Hop! Hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in–
And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
Never more;
Miranda,
Never more.
Only the high peaks hoar:
And Aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the halls where falls
The tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground,
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far waterfall like doom.
| Artist | John Singer Sargent |
|---|---|
| Year | 1882 |
| Medium | Oil on canvas |
| Dimensions | 237 cm × 352 cm (93 in × 138 in) |
| Location | Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston |
