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He snuffs the Track of Beasts, he fiercely roars,
Doubling the Horrors of the midnight Hours;
With sullen Majesty he stalks away,
And the Rocks tremble while he seeks his Prey:
Dreadful he grins, he rends the savage Brood
With unsheath'd Paws, and churns the spouting Blood.
Dost thou with Thunder arm the generous Horse,
Add nervous Limbs, or Swiftness for the Course?
Fleet as the Wind, he shoots along the Plain,
And knows no Check, nor hears the curbing Rein;
His fiery Eye-balls formidably bright,
Dart a fierce Glory, and a dreadful Light,
Pleas'd with the Clank of Arms, and Trumpets Sound,
He bounds, and prancing paws the trembling Ground;
He snuffs the promis'd Battle from afar,
Neighs at the Captains Shouts, and Thunder of the War:
Rous'd with the noble Din and martial Sight,
He pants with Tumults of severe Delight;
Doubling the Horrors of the midnight Hours;
With sullen Majesty he stalks away,
And the Rocks tremble while he seeks his Prey:
Dreadful he grins, he rends the savage Brood
With unsheath'd Paws, and churns the spouting Blood.
Dost thou with Thunder arm the generous Horse,
Add nervous Limbs, or Swiftness for the Course?
Fleet as the Wind, he shoots along the Plain,
And knows no Check, nor hears the curbing Rein;
His fiery Eye-balls formidably bright,
Dart a fierce Glory, and a dreadful Light,
Pleas'd with the Clank of Arms, and Trumpets Sound,
He bounds, and prancing paws the trembling Ground;
He snuffs the promis'd Battle from afar,
Neighs at the Captains Shouts, and Thunder of the War:
Rous'd with the noble Din and martial Sight,
He pants with Tumults of severe Delight;
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