BOOK.] Chace. 245 



They pitch their tents, in even ranks, around 



The circling camp. The guards are plac*d, and fires 



At proper diftances afcending rife. 



And paint the horizon with their ruddy light. 



So round fome ifland's ihore of large extent, 



Amid the gloomy horrors of the night. 



The billows breaking on the pointed rocks. 



Seem all one flame, and the bright circuit wide 



Appears a bulwark of furrounding fire. 



What dreadful bowlings, and what hideous roar, 



Difturb thofe peaceful fhades ! where erft the bird 



That glads the night had chear'd the lift'ning groves 



With fweet complainings. Thro' the (ilent gloom 



Oft they the guards affail ; as oft repell'd 



They fly reludlant, with hot-boiling rage 



Stung to the quick, and mad with wild defpair. 



Thus day by day they ftill the chace renew ; 



At night encamp ; till now in ftraiter bounds 



The circle leflens, and the beafts perceive 



The wall that hems them in on ev'ry fide. 



And now their fury burfts, and knows no mean ; 



From man they turn, and point their ill-judg'd rage 



Againft their fellow brutes. With teeth and claws 



The civil war begins ; grappling they tear. 



Lions on tygers prey, and bears on wolves ; 



Horrible difcord \ till the crowd behind 



Shouting purfue, and part the bloody fray. 



At once their wrath fubfides ; tame as the lamb 



The lion hangs his head ; the furious pard, 



Pv 3 Cow'd 



