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Book IV.
THE CHACE.
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Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these Floods preside,Raise up your dripping Heads above the Wave,And hear our Melody. Th' harmonious Notes 10Float with the Stream; and ev'ry winding CreekAnd hollow Rock, that o'er the dimpling FloodNods pendant; still improve from Shore to ShoreOur sweet reiterated Joys. What Shouts!What Clamour loud! What gay heart-chearing Sounds 410Urge thro' the breathing Brass their mazy Way!Not Quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier StrainsThe dancing Billows; when proud Neptune ridesIn Triumph o'er the Deep. How greedilyThey snuff the fishy Steam, that to each Blade 415Rank-scenting clings! See! how the Morning DewsThey sweep, that from their Feet besprinkling dropDispers'd, and leave a Track oblique behind.

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