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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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The foodful Teat; himself, alas! design'dAnother's Meal. For now the greedy BruteWinds him from far; and leaping o'er the Mound 250To seize his trembling Prey, headlong is plung'dInto the deep Abyss. Prostrate he liesAstunn'd and impotent. Ah! what availThine Eye-balls flashing Fire, thy Length of Tail,That lashes thy broad Sides, thy Jaws besmear'd 255With Blood and Offals crude, thy shaggy MainThe Terror of the Woods, thy stately Port,And Bulk enormous, since by StratagemThy Strength is foil'd? Unequal is the Strife,When sov'reign Reason combats brutal Rage. 260
On distant Ethiopia's Sun-burnt Coasts,The black Inhabitants a Pitfall frame,But of a diff'rent Kind, and diff'rent Use.With slender Poles the wide capacious Mouth,

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