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THE CHACE.
Book III.
Soon at the King's Command, like hasty Streams 500Damm'd up a while, they foam, and pour alongWith fresh recruited Might. The Stag, who hop'dHis Foes were lost, now once more hears astunn'dThe dreadful Din; he shivers ev'ry Limb,He starts, he bounds; each Bush presents a Foe. 505Press'd by the fresh Relay, no Pause allow'd,Breathless, and faint, he faulters in his Pace,And lifts his weary Limbs with Pain, that scarceSustain their Load; he pants, he sobs appall'd;Drops down his heavy Head to Earth, beneath 510His cumb'rous Beams oppress'd. But if perchanceSome prying Eye surprize him; soon he rearsErect his tow'ring Front, bounds o'er the LawnWith ill-dissembled Vigour, to amuseThe knowing Forester; who inly smiles 515At his weak Shifts, and unavailing Frauds.So midnight Tapers waste their last Remains,

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