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(If fages err not) that the Beldame fpins, 



When by her wintry lamp {he plies her wheel, 



Arrefts his courage ; his impetuous hoof, 330 



Broad chefl, and branching antlers nought avail ; 



In fearful gaze he ftands ; the nerves that bore 



His bounding pride o'er lofty mounds of flone, 



A fingle thread defies. Such force has Fear, 



When vifionary Fancy wakes the fiend, 335 



In brute, or man, moft powerful when moil vain. 



Still inuft the fwain, who fpreads thefe corded guards, 

 Expect their fwift decay. The noontide beams 

 Relax, the nightly dews contract the twift. 

 Oft too the coward hare, then only bold 340 



When mifchief prompts, or wintry famine pines, 

 Will quit her rufh-grown form, and fleal, with ear 

 Up-prick'd, to gnaw the toils -, and oft the ram 

 And jutting fteer drive their entangling horns 

 Thro' the frail memes, and, by many a chafm, 345 



Proclaim their hate of thraldom. Nothing brooks 



C 2 Confinement, 



