BOOK.] Chace, 239 



With third of glory fir'd, and wins the prize. 

 Huntfman, take heed ; they flop in full career. 

 Yon crowding flocks, that at a diftance gaze, 

 Have haply foil'd the turf. See ! that old hound. 

 How bufily he works, but dares not truft 

 His doubtful fenfe ; draw yet a wider ring. 

 Hark ! now again the chorus fills : as bells 

 Sallied a while at once their peal renew. 

 And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls. 

 See, how they tofs, with animated rage 

 Recov'ring all they loft ! — That eager hafte 

 Some doubling wile forefhews — Ah ! yet once more 

 They're check'd- -hold back with fpecd-on either hand 

 They fiourifli round — ev*n yet perfift — 'Tis right. 

 Away they fpring ; the ruftling ftubbles bend 

 Beneath the driving ftorm. Now the poor chace 

 Begins to flag, to her laft fliifts reduc'd. 

 From brake to brake flie flies, and vifits all 

 Her well-known haunts, where once flie rang'd fecure. 

 With love and plenty bleft. See ! there flie goes, 

 She reels along, and by her gate betrays 

 Her inward weaknefs. Sec, how black flie looks ! 

 The fweatthat clogs th' obfl:ru(fted pores, fcarce leaves 

 A languid fcent. And now in open view 

 See, fee, flie flies ! each eager hound exerts 

 His utmoft fpeed, and flretches ev'ry nerve. 

 How quick flie turns ! their gaping jaws eludes. 

 And yet a moment lives •, till round inclos'd 

 By all the greedy pack, with infant fcreams 



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