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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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Beneath the slimy Mud; nor yet escapes 370The crimson-spotted Trout, the River's Pride,And Beauty of the Stream. Without Remorse,This midnight Pillager ranging around,Insatiate swallows all. The Owner mournsTh' unpeopled Rivulet, and gladly hears 375The Huntsman's early Call, and sees with JoyThe jovial Crew, that march upon its BanksIn gay Parade, with bearded Lances arm'd.
This subtle Spoiler of the Beaver kind,Far off perhaps, where ancient Alders shade 380The deep still Pool; within some hollow Trunk Contrives his wicker Couch: Whence he surveysHis long Purlieu, Lord of the Stream, and allThe finny Shoals his own. But you, brave Youths,Dispute the Felon's Claim; try ev'ry Root, 385And ev'ry reedy Bank; encourage all
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