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Pond'ring, and doubtful what new courfe to take. 

 And how t' efcape the fierce blood-thirfty crew. 

 That Hill urge on, and ftill in vollies loud 

 Infuk her woes, and mock her fore diftrefs. 

 As now in louder peals the loaded winds 

 Bring on the gathering ftorm, her fears prevail. 

 And o'er the plain, and o'er the mountain's ridge, 

 Away Ihe flies ; nor ihips with wind and tide. 

 And all their canvas wings, fkud half fo faft. 

 Once more, ye jovial train, your courage try. 

 And each clean courfer's fpeed. We fcour along. 

 In pleafing hurry and confufion toft; 

 Oblivion to be wilh'd. The patient pack 

 Hang on the fccnt unwearied, up they climb. 

 And ardent we purfue ; our lab'ring fteeds 

 We prefs, we gore ; till once the fiimmit gain'c^ 

 Painfully panting, there we breathe awhile j 

 Then like a foaming torrent, pouring down 

 Precipitant, we fmoke along the vale. 

 Happy the man, who with unrival'd fpeed 

 Can pafs his fellows, and with pleafure view 

 The ftruggling pack; how in the rapid courfe 

 Alternate they prefide, and juftling pufh 

 To guide the dubious fcent ; how giddy youth 

 Oft babbling errs, by wifer age reprov'd ; 

 How, niggard of his ftrength, the wife old hound 

 Hangs in the rear, till feme important point 

 Roufe all his diligence, or till the chace 

 jinking he finds ; then to the head he fprings 



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