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Book II.
THE CHACE.
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Fill the large Concave. While from Camp to Camp, 390They catch the varied Sounds, floating in Air.Round all the wide Circumference, Tygers fellShrink at the Noise, deep in his gloomy DenThe Lion starts, and Morsels yet unchew'dDrop from his trembling Jaws. Now all at onceOnward they march embattled, to the SoundOf martial Harmony; Fifes, Cornets, Drums,That rouse the sleepy Soul to Arms, and boldHeroick Deeds. In Parties here and thereDetach'd o'er Hill and Dale, the Hunters range 400Inquisitive; strong Dogs that match in FightThe boldest Brute, around their Masters wait,A faithful Guard. No Haunt unsearch'd, they driveFrom ev'ry Covert, and from ev'ry Den,The lurking Savages. Incessant Shouts 405Re-echo thro' the Woods, and kindling Fires

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