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Book I.
THE CHACE.
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Shall sweep the Morning Dew, whose clanging VoiceAwake the Mountain Echo in her Cell,And shake the Forests: The bold Talbot Kind 290Of these the Prime, as white as Alpine Snows;And great their Use of old. Upon the BanksOf Tweed, slow-winding thro' the Vale, the SeatOf War and Rapine once, e'er Britons knewThe Sweets of Peace, or Anna's dread Commands 295To lasting Leagues the haughty Rivals aw'd,There dwelt a pilf'ring Race; well-train'd and skill'dIn all the Mysteries of Theft, the SpoilTheir only Substance, Feuds and War their Sport:Not more expert in ev'ry fraudful Art 300Th' Arch [1] Felon was of old, who by the Tail
  1. ↑ Cacus, Virg. Æn. Lib. VIII.

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