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THE CHACE.
Book III.
So the poor Fury-haunted Wretch (his HandsIn guiltless Blood distain'd) still seems to hearThe dying Shrieks; and the pale threat'ning GhostMoves as he moves, and as he flies, pursues.See here his Slot; up yon green Hill he climbs,Pants on its Brow awhile, sadly looks backOn his Pursuers, cov'ring all the Plain;But wrung with Anguish, bears not long the SightShoots down the Steep, and sweats along the Vale:There mingles with the Herd, where once he reign'dProud Monarch of the Groves, whose clashing BeamHis Rivals aw'd, and whose exalted Pow'rWas still rewarded with successful Love. 480But the base Herd, have learn'd the Ways of Men,Averse they fly, or with rebellious Aim

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