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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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Shine forth a while, and as they blaze expire.From Wood to Wood redoubling Thunders roll,And bellow thro' the Vales; the moving Storm 520Thickens amain, and loud triumphant Shouts,And Horns shrill-warbling in each Glade, preludeTo his approaching Fate. And now in viewWith hobbling Gate, and high, exerts amaz'dWhat Strength is left: To the last Dregs of LifeReduc'd, his Spirits fail, on ev'ry SideHemm'd in, besieg'd; not the least Op'ning leftTo gleaming Hope, th' Unhappy's last Reserve.Where shall he turn? Or whither fly? DespairGives Courage to the Weak. Resolv'd to dye, 530He fears no more, but rushes on his Foes,And deals his Deaths around; beneath his FeetThese grovelling lye, those by his Antlers gor'dDefile th' ensanguin'd Plain. Ah! see distress'dHe stands at Bay against yon knotty Trunk, 535

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