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LEWESDON HILL.
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Lies hovering near the coast, or hid behindSome curved promontory, in hope to seizeThese contraband: vain hope! on that high shoreStation'd, th' associates of their lawless tradeKeep watch, and to their fellows off at seaGive the known signal; they with fearful hasteObservant, put about the ship, and plungeInto concealing darkness. As a fox,That from the cry of hounds and hunters' dinRuns crafty down the wind, and steals awayForth from his cover, hopeful so t'eludeThe not yet following pack,—if chance the shoutOf eager or unpractised boy betrayHis meditated flight, back he retiresTo shelter him in the thick wood: so theseRetiring, ply to south, and shun the landToo perilous to approach: and oft at seaSecure (or ever nigh the guarded coastThey venture) to the trackless deep they trustTheir forfeitable cargo, rundlets small,Together link'd upon their cable's length,And to the shelving bottom sunk and fixt

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