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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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Conceal'd, and lost, deceives each prying EyeOf Man or Brute. In vain the crowding Pack 555Draw on the Margin of the Stream, or cutThe liquid Wave with oary Feet, that moveIn equal Time. The gliding Waters leaveNo Trace behind, and his contracted PoresBut sparingly perspire: The Huntsman strains 560His lab'ring Lungs, and puffs his Cheeks in vain :At length a Blood-hound bold, studious to kill,And exquisite of Sense, winds him from far;Headlong he leaps into the Flood, his MouthLoud-op'ning spends amain, and his wide ThroatSwells ev'ry Note with Joy; then fearless divesBeneath the Wave, hangs on his Hanch, and woundsTh' unhappy Brute, that flounders in the Stream,Sorely distress'd, and struggling strives to mountThe steepy Shore. Haply once more escap'd; 570Again he stands at Bay, amid the Groves

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