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Of thefe are various kinds : not ev'n the king 

 Of brutes evades this deep devouring grave ; 

 But by the wily African betray'd, 

 Heedlefs of fate, within its gaping jaws 

 Expires indignant. When the orient beatn 

 With bluihes paints the dawn ; and all the race 

 Carnivorous, with blood full-gorg'd, retire 

 Into their darkfome cells, there fatiate fnore 

 O'er dripping offals, and the mangled limbs 

 Of men and beads ; the painful forefter 

 Climbs the high hills, whofe proud afpiring topSj 

 With the tall cedar crown'd, and taper fir, 

 Affail the clouds. There 'mong the craggy rocks. 

 And thickets intricate, trembling he views 

 His footfteps in the fand; the difmal road 

 And avenue to death. Hither he calls 

 His watchful bands ; and low into the ground 

 A pit they fink, full many a fathom deep. 

 Then in the midft a column high is rear'd. 

 The butt of fome fair tree; upon whofe top 

 A lamb is plac'd, juft ravifh'd from his dam. 

 And next a wall they build, with flones and earth 

 Encircling rounds and hiding from all view 

 The dreadful precipice. Now when the Ihades 

 Of night hang low'ring o'er the mountain's brow> 

 And hunger keen, and pungent thirft of blood, 

 Rouze up the flothful bead, he (hakes his (ides, 

 Slow-rifing from his lair, and flretches wide 

 His rav'nous paws, with recent gore diftain'd. 



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