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She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies. 

 So when the furious Bacchanals aflfaird 

 Threician Orpheus, jX)or ill-fated bard ! 

 Loud was the cry, hills, woods, and Hebrus' banks^ 

 Returned their clam'rous rage •, diftrefs'd he flies. 

 Shifting froni place to place, but flies in vain ; 

 For eager they purfue, till panting,, faint. 

 By noify multitudes o'erpower'd, he finks. 

 To the relentlefs crowd a bleeding prey. 



The huntfman now, a deep incifion made. 

 Shakes out with hands impure, and dafhes down 

 Her reeking entrails and yet quiv'ring heart : 

 Thefe claim the pack, the bloody perquifite 

 For all their toils. Stretch'd on the ground (he lieSj 

 A mangled coarfe ; in her dim glaring eyes 

 Cold death exults, and ftiffensev'ry limb. 

 Aw'd by the threat'ning whip, the furious hounds 

 Around her bay ; or at their mafter's foot. 

 Each happy fav'rite courts his kind applaufe. 

 With humble adulation cow'ring low. 

 All now is joy. With cheeks full-blown they wind 

 Her folemn dirge, while the ioud-op'ning pack 

 The concert fwell, and hills and dales return 

 The fadly-pleafing founds. Thus the poor hare, 

 A puny, daftard animal, but vers'd 

 In fubtle wiles, diverts the youthful train. 

 But if thy proud, afpiring foul difdains 

 So mean a prey, delighted with the pomp. 

 Magnificence and grandeur of the chace, 

 Hear what the Mule from faithful records fings. 



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