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Book I.
THE CHACE.
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Leaves a long-streaming Trail behind, which byThe cooler Air condens'd, remains, unlessBy some rude Storm dispers'd, or rarifiedBy the Meridian's Sun's intenser Heat, 355To ev'ry Shrub the warm Effluvia cling,Hang on the Grass, impregnate Earth and Skies.With Nostrils op'ning wide, o'er Hill, o'er Dale,The vig'rous Hounds pursue, with ev'ry BreathInhale the grateful Steam, quick Pleasures sting 360Their tingling Nerves, while they their Thanks repay,And in triumphant Melody confessThe titillating Joy. Thus on the AirDepend the Hunter's Hopes. When ruddy StreaksAt Eve forebode a blust'ring stormy Day,Or low'ring Clouds blacken the Mountain's Brow,When nipping Frosts, and the keen biting BlastsOf the dry parching East, menace the Trees

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