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THE CHACE.
Book IV.
Redden with Fury, like some angry Boar
Churning he foams; and on his Back erect
His pointed Bristles rise; his Tale incurv'd
He drops, and with harsh broken Howlings rends 225
The poison-tainted Air, with rough hoarse Voice
Incessant Bays; and snuffs th' infectious Breeze;
This Way and that he stares aghast, and starts
At his own Shade; jealous, as if he deem'd
The World his Foes. If haply tow'rd the Stream 230
He cast his roving Eye, cold Horror chills
His Soul; averse he flies, trembling, appall'd.
Now frantick to the Kennel's utmost Verge
Raving he runs, and deals Destruction round.
The Pack fly diverse; for whate'er he meets 235
Vengeful he bites, and ev'ry Bite is Death.
Churning he foams; and on his Back erect
His pointed Bristles rise; his Tale incurv'd
He drops, and with harsh broken Howlings rends 225
The poison-tainted Air, with rough hoarse Voice
Incessant Bays; and snuffs th' infectious Breeze;
This Way and that he stares aghast, and starts
At his own Shade; jealous, as if he deem'd
The World his Foes. If haply tow'rd the Stream 230
He cast his roving Eye, cold Horror chills
His Soul; averse he flies, trembling, appall'd.
Now frantick to the Kennel's utmost Verge
Raving he runs, and deals Destruction round.
The Pack fly diverse; for whate'er he meets 235
Vengeful he bites, and ev'ry Bite is Death.
If now perchance thro' the weak Fence escap'd,
Far up the Wind he roves, with open Mouth
Far up the Wind he roves, with open Mouth
Inhales
