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THE CHACE.
Book III.
So the poor Fury-haunted Wretch (his Hands
In guiltless Blood distain'd) still seems to hear
The dying Shrieks; and the pale threat'ning Ghost
Moves as he moves, and as he flies, pursues.
See here his Slot; up yon green Hill he climbs,
Pants on its Brow awhile, sadly looks back
On his Pursuers, cov'ring all the Plain;
But wrung with Anguish, bears not long the Sight
Shoots down the Steep, and sweats along the Vale:
There mingles with the Herd, where once he reign'd
Proud Monarch of the Groves, whose clashing Beam
His Rivals aw'd, and whose exalted Pow'r
Was still rewarded with successful Love. 480
But the base Herd, have learn'd the Ways of Men,
Averse they fly, or with rebellious Aim
In guiltless Blood distain'd) still seems to hear
The dying Shrieks; and the pale threat'ning Ghost
Moves as he moves, and as he flies, pursues.
See here his Slot; up yon green Hill he climbs,
Pants on its Brow awhile, sadly looks back
On his Pursuers, cov'ring all the Plain;
But wrung with Anguish, bears not long the Sight
Shoots down the Steep, and sweats along the Vale:
There mingles with the Herd, where once he reign'd
Proud Monarch of the Groves, whose clashing Beam
His Rivals aw'd, and whose exalted Pow'r
Was still rewarded with successful Love. 480
But the base Herd, have learn'd the Ways of Men,
Averse they fly, or with rebellious Aim
Chace
