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Nor faulters in th* extended vale below j 

 Their garments loofely waving in the wind, 

 And all the flufli of beauty in their cheeks ! 

 "While at their fides their penfive lovers wait, 

 Dire<5t their dubious courfe ; now chill'd with fear 

 Solicitous, and now with love infiam'd. 

 O ! grant, indulgent Heav'n, no rifing florm 

 May darken with black wings this glorious fcene ! , 

 Shou'd Ibme malignant pow'r thus damp our joys. 

 Vain were the gloomy cave, fuch as of old 

 Betray'd to lawlefs love the Tyrian queen. 

 For Britain's virtuous nymphs are chafte as fair, 

 Spotlefs, unblam'd, with equal triumph reign 

 In the dun gloom, as in the blaze of day. 



Now the blown ftag, thro' woods, bogs, roads, 

 and ftreams. 

 Has meafur'd half the foreft ; but, alas ! 

 He flies in vain, he flies not from his fears, 

 Tho' far he caft the ling'ring pack behind. 

 His haggard fancy fl:ill with horror views 

 The fell defl:royer j ftill the fatal cry 

 Infults his ears, and wounds his trembling heart. 

 So the poor fury-haunted wretch (his hands 

 In guiltlefs blood diftain'd) fl;ill feems to hear 

 The dying fhrieks j and the pale threat'ning ghoft 

 Moves as he moves, and as he flies, purfues. 

 See here his flot j up yon green hill he climbs. 

 Pants on its brow awhile, fadly looks beck 

 On his purfuers, cov'ring all the plain , 



But, 



