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THE CHACE.
Book II.
To rob us of the Sun's all-chearing Ray, 340Were less severe. The Vulgar close the March,Slaves and Artificers; and Dehli mournsHer empty and depopulated Streets.Now at the Camp arriv'd, with stern Review,Thro' Groves of Spears, from File to File, he dartsHis sharp experienc'd Eye; their Order marks,Each in his Station rang'd, exact and firm,'Till in the boundless Line his Sight is lost.Not greater Multitudes in Arms appear'd,On these extended Plains, when Ammon's Son 350With mighty Porus in dread Battle join'd,The Vassal World the Prize. Nor was that HostMore numerous of old, which the great [1]KingPour'd out on Greece from all th'unpeopled East;That bridg'd the Hellespont from Shore to Shore, 355And drank the Rivers dry. Mean while in Troops
  1. ↑ Xerxes.

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