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Book II.
THE CHACE.
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From Brake to Brake she flies, and visits all 260Her well-known Haunts, where once she rang'd secure,With Love and Plenty blest. See! there she goes,She reels along, and by her Gate betraysHer inward Weakness. See, how black she looks!The Sweat that clogs th' obstructed Pores, scarce leaves 265A languid Scent. And now in open ViewSee, see, she flies! each eager Hound exertsHis utmost Speed, and stretches ev'ry Nerve.How quick she turns! their gaping Jaws eludes,And yet a Moment lives; 'till round inclos'd 270By all the greedy Pack, with infant ScreamsShe yields her Breath, and there reluctant dies.So when the furious Bacchanals assail'dThreician Orpheus, poor ill-fated Bard!

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