Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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Inhales the cooling Breeze, nor Man, nor Beast
He spares implacable. The Hunter-Horse, 240
Once kind Associate of his sylvan Toils,
(Who haply now without the Kennel's Mound
Crops the rank Mead, and list'ning hears with Joy
The chearing Cry, that Morn and Eve salutes
His raptur'd Sense) a wretched Victim falls. 245
Unhappy Quadrupede! no more, alass!
Shall thy fond Master with his Voice applaud
Thy Gentleness, thy Speed; or with his Hand
Stroke thy soft dappled Sides, as he each Day
Visits thy Stall, well pleas'd; no more shalt thou
With sprightly Neighings, to the winding Horn,
And the loud-op'ning Pack in consort join'd,
Glad his proud Heart. For oh! the secret Wound
Rankling inflames, he bites the Ground and dies.
He spares implacable. The Hunter-Horse, 240
Once kind Associate of his sylvan Toils,
(Who haply now without the Kennel's Mound
Crops the rank Mead, and list'ning hears with Joy
The chearing Cry, that Morn and Eve salutes
His raptur'd Sense) a wretched Victim falls. 245
Unhappy Quadrupede! no more, alass!
Shall thy fond Master with his Voice applaud
Thy Gentleness, thy Speed; or with his Hand
Stroke thy soft dappled Sides, as he each Day
Visits thy Stall, well pleas'd; no more shalt thou
With sprightly Neighings, to the winding Horn,
And the loud-op'ning Pack in consort join'd,
Glad his proud Heart. For oh! the secret Wound
Rankling inflames, he bites the Ground and dies.
Hence
