Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these Floods preside,
Raise up your dripping Heads above the Wave,
And hear our Melody. Th' harmonious Notes 10
Float with the Stream; and ev'ry winding Creek
And hollow Rock, that o'er the dimpling Flood
Nods pendant; still improve from Shore to Shore
Our sweet reiterated Joys. What Shouts!
What Clamour loud! What gay heart-chearing Sounds 410
Urge thro' the breathing Brass their mazy Way!
Not Quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier Strains
The dancing Billows; when proud Neptune rides
In Triumph o'er the Deep. How greedily
They snuff the fishy Steam, that to each Blade 415
Rank-scenting clings! See! how the Morning Dews
They sweep, that from their Feet besprinkling drop
Dispers'd, and leave a Track oblique behind.
Raise up your dripping Heads above the Wave,
And hear our Melody. Th' harmonious Notes 10
Float with the Stream; and ev'ry winding Creek
And hollow Rock, that o'er the dimpling Flood
Nods pendant; still improve from Shore to Shore
Our sweet reiterated Joys. What Shouts!
What Clamour loud! What gay heart-chearing Sounds 410
Urge thro' the breathing Brass their mazy Way!
Not Quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier Strains
The dancing Billows; when proud Neptune rides
In Triumph o'er the Deep. How greedily
They snuff the fishy Steam, that to each Blade 415
Rank-scenting clings! See! how the Morning Dews
They sweep, that from their Feet besprinkling drop
Dispers'd, and leave a Track oblique behind.
Now
