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THE CHACE.
Book II.
But if she fly, and with the fav'ring Wind 175
Urge her bold Course; less intricate thy Task:
Push on thy Pack. Like some poor exil'd Wretch
The frighted Chace leaves her late dear Abodes,
O'er Plains remote she stretches far away,
Ah! never to return! For greedy Death 180
Hov'ring exults, secure to seize his Prey.
Urge her bold Course; less intricate thy Task:
Push on thy Pack. Like some poor exil'd Wretch
The frighted Chace leaves her late dear Abodes,
O'er Plains remote she stretches far away,
Ah! never to return! For greedy Death 180
Hov'ring exults, secure to seize his Prey.
Hark! from yon Covert, where those tow'ring Oaks
Above the humble Copse aspiring rise,
What glorious Triumphs burst in ev'ry Gale
Upon our ravish'd Ears! The Hunters shout, 185
The clanging Horns swell their sweet-winding Notes,
The Pack wide-op'ning load the trembling Air
With various Melody; from Tree to Tree
The propagated Cry, redoubling bounds,
And winged Zephyrs waft the floating Joy 190
Above the humble Copse aspiring rise,
What glorious Triumphs burst in ev'ry Gale
Upon our ravish'd Ears! The Hunters shout, 185
The clanging Horns swell their sweet-winding Notes,
The Pack wide-op'ning load the trembling Air
With various Melody; from Tree to Tree
The propagated Cry, redoubling bounds,
And winged Zephyrs waft the floating Joy 190
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