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THE CHACE.
Book III.
And Hurdles slight, they close; o'er these is spreadA Floor of verdant Turf, with all its Flow'rsSmiling delusive, and from strictest SearchConcealing the deep Grave, that yawns below.Then Boughs of Trees they cut, with tempting FruitOf various Kinds surcharg'd; the downy Peach, 270The clust'ring Vine, and of bright golden RindThe fragrant Orange. Soon as Ev'ning greyAdvances slow, besprinkling all aroundWith kind refreshing Dews the thirsty Glebe,The stately Elephant from the close Shade 275With Step majestick strides, eager to tasteThe cooler Breeze, that from the Sea-beat ShoreDelightful breaths, or in the limpid StreamTo lave his panting Sides; joyous he scentsThe rich Repast, unweeting of the Death 280That lurks within. And soon he sporting breaks

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