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THE CHACE.
Book III.
So Ships in Winter-Seas now sliding sinkAdown the steepy Wave, then toss'd on highRide on the Billows, and defy the Storm.
What Lengths we pass! where will the wand'ring Chace 100Lead us bewilder'd! smooth as Swallows skimThe new-shorn Mead, and far more swift we fly.See my brave Pack; how to the Head they press,Justling in close Array, then more diffuseObliquely wheel, while from their op'ning MouthsThe vollied Thunder breaks. So when the CranesTheir annual Voyage steer, with wanton WingTheir Figure oft they change, and their loud clangFrom Cloud to Cloud rebounds. How far behindThe Hunter-Crew, wide-straggling o'er the Plain!The panting Courser now with trembling NervesBegins to reel; urg'd by the goreing Spur,

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