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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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But unrepriev'd he dies, and bleach'd in Air
The Jest of Clowns, his reeking Carcass hangs.

Of these are various Kinds; not ev'n the King 215
Of Brutes evades this deep devouring Grave:
But by the wily African betray'd,
Heedless of Fate, within its gaping Jaws
Expires indignant. When the orient Beam
With Blushes paints the Dawn; and all the Race 220
Carnivorous, with Blood full-gorg'd, retire
Into their darksom Cells, there satiate snore
O'er dripping Offals, and the mangled Limbs
Of Men and Beasts; the painful Forrester
Climbs the high Hills, whose proud aspiring Tops,
With the tall Cedar crown'd, and taper Fir,
Assail the Clouds. There 'mong the craggy Rocks,
And Thickets intricate, trembling he views
His Footsteps in the Sand; the dismal Road

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