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THE CHACE.
Book II.
Yon crowding Flocks, that at a Distance gaze, 245Have haply foil'd the Turf. See! that old Hound,How busily he works, but dares not trustHis doubtful Sense; draw yet a wider Ring.Hark! now again the Chorus fills. As BellsSally'd a while at once their Peal renew, 250And high in Air the tuneful Thunder rolls.See, how they toss, with animated RageRecov'ring all they lost! ——— That eager HasteSome doubling Wile foreshews. ——— Ah! yet once moreThey're check'd, ——— hold back with Speed ——— on either Hand 255They flourish round ——— ev'n yet persist ——— 'Tis right,Away they spring; the rustling Stubbles bendBeneath the driving Storm. Now the poor ChaceBegins to flag, to her last Shifts reduc'd.

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