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Book II.
THE CHACE.
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Pours out her thronging Legions, bright in Arms,And all the Pomp of War. Before them soundClarions and Trumpets, breathing martial Airs,And bold Defiance. High upon his Throne, 325Born on the Back of his proud Elephant,Sits the great Chief of Tamur's glorious Race:Sublime he sits, amid the radiant BlazeOf Gems and Gold. Omrahs about him crowd,And rein th' Arabian Steed, and watch his Nod: 330And potent Rajahs, who themselves presideO'er Realms of wide Extent; but here submissTheir Homage pay, alternate Kings and Slaves.Next these with prying Eunuchs girt around,The fair Sultanas of his Court; a Troop 335Of chosen Beauties, but with Care conceal'dFrom each intrusive Eye; one Look is Death.Ah cruel Eastern Law! (had Kings a Pow'rBut equal to their wild tyrannick Will)

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