And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways.
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers! 'Tis no sport for peasants.lord byron
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