See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

Fesaunt excedeth all fowles in sweetnesse and holsomnesse, and is
equall to capon in nourishynge.

Fesaunt excedeth all fowles in sweetnesse and holsomnesse, and is
equall to capon in nourishynge.