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Book II.
THE CHACE.
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Avow the recent Trail, the justling TribeAttend his Call, then with one mutual Cry,The welcome News confirm, and echoing HillsRepeat the pleasing Tale. See how they threadThe Brakes, and up yon Furrow drive along! 130But quick they back recoil, and wisely checkTheir eager Haste; then o'er the fallow'd GroundHow leisurely they work, and many a PauseTh' harmonious Consort breaks; 'till more assur'dWith Joy redoubled the low Vallies ring. 135What artful Labyrinths perplex their Way!Ah! there she lies; how close! she pants, she doubtsIf now the lives; she trembles as she fits,With Horror seiz'd. The wither'd Grass that clingsAround her Head, of the same russet Hue 140Almost deceiv'd my Sight, had not her EyesWith Life full-beaming her vain Wiles betray'd.At Distance draw thy Pack, let all be hush'd,

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