To swell the riot of the autumnal feast
Won by his labour?”[151]
And again in denouncing the amateur slaughtering (euphemised by the mocking term of Sport) unblushingly perpetrated in the broad light of day:—
“When beasts of prey retire, that all night long,
Urged by necessity, had ranged the dark,
As if their conscious ravage shunned the light,
Ashamed. Not so [he reproaches] the steady tyrant Man,
Who with the thoughtless insolence of Power,
Inflamed beyond the most infuriate wrath