Book I.
THE CHACE.
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Shall sweep the Morning Dew, whose clanging Voice
Awake the Mountain Echo in her Cell,
And shake the Forests: The bold Talbot Kind 290
Of these the Prime, as white as Alpine Snows;
And great their Use of old. Upon the Banks
Of Tweed, slow-winding thro' the Vale, the Seat
Of War and Rapine once, e'er Britons knew
The Sweets of Peace, or Anna's dread Commands 295
To lasting Leagues the haughty Rivals aw'd,
There dwelt a pilf'ring Race; well-train'd and skill'd
In all the Mysteries of Theft, the Spoil
Their only Substance, Feuds and War their Sport:
Not more expert in ev'ry fraudful Art 300
Th' Arch [1] Felon was of old, who by the Tail
Awake the Mountain Echo in her Cell,
And shake the Forests: The bold Talbot Kind 290
Of these the Prime, as white as Alpine Snows;
And great their Use of old. Upon the Banks
Of Tweed, slow-winding thro' the Vale, the Seat
Of War and Rapine once, e'er Britons knew
The Sweets of Peace, or Anna's dread Commands 295
To lasting Leagues the haughty Rivals aw'd,
There dwelt a pilf'ring Race; well-train'd and skill'd
In all the Mysteries of Theft, the Spoil
Their only Substance, Feuds and War their Sport:
Not more expert in ev'ry fraudful Art 300
Th' Arch [1] Felon was of old, who by the Tail
- ↑ Cacus, Virg. Æn. Lib. VIII.
Drew
