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Book II.
THE CHACE.
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See how their Coursers, than the Mountain Roe 160More fleet, the verdant Carpet skim, thick CloudsSnorting they breath, their shining Hoofs scarce printThe Grass unbruis'd; with Emulation fir'dThey strain to lead the Field, top the barr'd Gate,O'er the deep Ditch exulting bound, and brush 165The thorny-twining Hedge: The Riders bendO'er their arch'd Necks; with steady Hands, by turnsIndulge their Speed, or moderate their Rage.Where are their Sorrows, Disappointments, Wrongs,Vexations, Sickness, Cares? All, all are gone, 170And with the panting Winds lag far behind.
Huntsman! her Gate observe, if in wide RingsShe wheel her mazy Way, in the same RoundPersisting still, she'll foil the beaten Track.

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