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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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Solicitous, and now with Love inflam'd.O! grant, indulgent Heav'n, no rising StormMay darken with black Wings, this glorious Scene!Shou'd some malignant Pow'r thus damp our Joys,Vain were the gloomy Cave, such as of oldBetray'd to lawless Love the Tyrian Queen.For Britain's virtuous Nymphs are chaste as fair,Spotless, unblam'd, with equal Triumph reignIn the Dun Gloom, as in the Blaze of Day. 460
Now the blown Stag, thro' Woods, Bogs, Roads, and StreamsHas measur'd half the Forest; but alass!He flies in vain, he flies not from his Fears.Tho' far he cast the ling'ring Pack behind,His haggard Fancy still with Horror views 465The fell Destroyer; still the fatal CryInsults his Ears, and wounds his trembling Heart.

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