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What lengths we pafs ! where will th-e wand'ring 

 chace 

 Lead us bewilder'd ! Smooth as Iwallows fkim 

 The new-fhorn mead, and far more fwift, we fly. 

 See my brave pack ! how to the head they prefs, 

 Juftling in clofe array, then more diffufe 

 Obliquely wheel, while from their op'ning mouths 

 The vollied thunder breaks. So when the cranes 

 Their annual voyage fleer, with wanton wing 

 Their figure oft they change, and their loud clang 

 From cloud to cloud rebounds. How far behind 

 The hunter-crew, wide-{l:raggling o*er the plain ! 

 The panting courfer now with trembling nerves 

 Begins to reel j urg'd by the goring fpur, 

 Makes many a faint effort : he fnorts, he foams ; 

 The big round drops run trickling down his fides. 

 With fweat and blood diftain'd. Look back and view 

 The flrange confufion of the vale below, 

 Where four vexation reigns. See yon poor jade ! 

 jn vain th' impatient rider frets and fwears. 

 With galling fpurs harrows his mangled fides ; 

 He can no more : his fliff, unpliant limbs 

 Pvooted in earth, unmov'd and fix'd he ftands. 

 For ev*ry cruel curfe returns a groan. 

 And fobs, and faints, and dies. Who without grief 

 Can view that pamper*d fleed, his matter's joy. 

 His minion, and his daily care, well cloath'd. 

 Well fed with ev'ry nicer cate ; no cofl, 

 No labour fpar'd ; who, when the flying chace 



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