Book II.
THE CHACE.
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Trembling conceal, by his fierce Landlord aw'd:
But courteous now he levels ev'ry Fence,
Joins in the common Cry, and hollows loud,
Charm'd with the rattling Thunder of the Field.
Oh bear me, some kind Pow'r invisible! 65
To that extended Lawn, where the gay Court
View the swift Racers, stretching to the Goal;
Games more renown'd, and a far nobler Train,
Than proud Elean Fields could boast of old.
Oh! were a Theban Lyre not wanting here, 70
And Pindar's Voice, to do their Merit right!
Or to those spacious Plains, where the strain'd Eye
In the wide Prospect lost, beholds at last
Sarum's proud Spire, that o'er the Hills ascends,
And pierces thro' the Clouds. Or to thy Downs, 75
Fair Cotswold, where the well-breath'd Beagle climbs,
But courteous now he levels ev'ry Fence,
Joins in the common Cry, and hollows loud,
Charm'd with the rattling Thunder of the Field.
Oh bear me, some kind Pow'r invisible! 65
To that extended Lawn, where the gay Court
View the swift Racers, stretching to the Goal;
Games more renown'd, and a far nobler Train,
Than proud Elean Fields could boast of old.
Oh! were a Theban Lyre not wanting here, 70
And Pindar's Voice, to do their Merit right!
Or to those spacious Plains, where the strain'd Eye
In the wide Prospect lost, beholds at last
Sarum's proud Spire, that o'er the Hills ascends,
And pierces thro' the Clouds. Or to thy Downs, 75
Fair Cotswold, where the well-breath'd Beagle climbs,
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