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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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But unrepriev'd he dies, and bleach'd in AirThe Jest of Clowns, his reeking Carcass hangs.
Of these are various Kinds; not ev'n the King 215Of Brutes evades this deep devouring Grave:But by the wily African betray'd,Heedless of Fate, within its gaping JawsExpires indignant. When the orient BeamWith Blushes paints the Dawn; and all the Race 220Carnivorous, with Blood full-gorg'd, retireInto their darksom Cells, there satiate snoreO'er dripping Offals, and the mangled LimbsOf Men and Beasts; the painful ForresterClimbs the high Hills, whose proud aspiring Tops,With the tall Cedar crown'd, and taper Fir,Assail the Clouds. There 'mong the craggy Rocks,And Thickets intricate, trembling he viewsHis Footsteps in the Sand; the dismal Road

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