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THE CHACE.
Book II.
Yon crowding Flocks, that at a Distance gaze, 245
Have haply foil'd the Turf. See! that old Hound,
How busily he works, but dares not trust
His doubtful Sense; draw yet a wider Ring.
Hark! now again the Chorus fills. As Bells
Sally'd a while at once their Peal renew, 250
And high in Air the tuneful Thunder rolls.
See, how they toss, with animated Rage
Recov'ring all they lost! ——— That eager Haste
Some doubling Wile foreshews. ——— Ah! yet once more
They're check'd, ——— hold back with Speed ——— on either Hand 255
They flourish round ——— ev'n yet persist ——— 'Tis right,
Away they spring; the rustling Stubbles bend
Beneath the driving Storm. Now the poor Chace
Begins to flag, to her last Shifts reduc'd.
Have haply foil'd the Turf. See! that old Hound,
How busily he works, but dares not trust
His doubtful Sense; draw yet a wider Ring.
Hark! now again the Chorus fills. As Bells
Sally'd a while at once their Peal renew, 250
And high in Air the tuneful Thunder rolls.
See, how they toss, with animated Rage
Recov'ring all they lost! ——— That eager Haste
Some doubling Wile foreshews. ——— Ah! yet once more
They're check'd, ——— hold back with Speed ——— on either Hand 255
They flourish round ——— ev'n yet persist ——— 'Tis right,
Away they spring; the rustling Stubbles bend
Beneath the driving Storm. Now the poor Chace
Begins to flag, to her last Shifts reduc'd.
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