Proudly displaying in the sun

With antics strange and looks elate,

The vigour of their mighty thews

Or charm of million-coloured hues.

There crouching 'mid the scarlet bloom,

Voluptuously the leopard lies,

And through the tropic forest gloom

The flaming of his feline eyes

Stirs with intoxicating stress

The pulses of the leopardess.

Or two swart bulls of self-same age

Meet furiously with thunderous roar,

And lash together, blind with rage,

And clanging horns that fain would gore

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Their rival, and so win the prize

Of those impassive female eyes.

Or in the nuptial days of spring,

When April kindles bush and brier,

Like rainbows that have taken wing,

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