BOOK,] Chace. 233 



Than proud Elean fields could boaft of old- 

 Oh ! were a Theban lyre not wanting here. 

 And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right ! 

 Or to thofe fpacious plains, where the ftrain'd eye. 

 In the wide profpedt loft, beholds at laft 

 Sarum's proud fpire, that o'er the hills afcends. 

 And pierces thro' the clouds. Or to thy downs. 

 Fair CocPvVold, where the well-breath'd beagle climbs. 

 With matchlefs fpeed, thy green afpiring brow. 

 And leaves the lagging multitude behind. 



Hail, gentle dawn ! Mild blulhing goddefs, hail ! 

 Rejoic'd I fee thy purple mantle fpread 

 O'er half the fkies, gems pave thy radiant wajr. 

 And orient pearls from ev'ry flirub depend. 

 Farewel, Cleora, here deep funk in down 

 Slumber fecure, with happy dreams amus'd. 

 Till grateful fteams fhall tempt thee to receive 

 Thy early meal, or thy officious maids. 

 The toilet plac'd, fhall urge thee to perform 

 Th' important work. Me other joys invite. 

 The horn fonorous calls, the pack awak'd 

 Their mattins chant, nor brook niy long delay : 

 My courfer hears their voice j fee there with ears 

 And tail ereft, neighing he paws the ground; 

 Fierce rapture kindles in his redd'ning eyes. 

 And boils in ev'ry vain ! As captive boys, 

 Cow'd by the ruling rod, and haughty frowns 

 Of pedagogues fevere, from their hard tafks 

 Jf once difmifs'd, no limits can contain. 



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