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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS Ip9
Nor gates nor hedges can impede
The brifk high-mettl'd ftarting fteed,
The jovial pack purfue ;
Like light'ning darting o'er the plains,
The diftant hills with ipeed he gains,
And fees the game in view.
Her path the timid hare forfakcs,
And to the copfe for fhelter makes,
There pants a while for breath ;
When now the noife alarms her ear,
Her haunt's defcry'd, her fate is near,
She fees approaching death.
Directed by the well-known breeze,
The hounds their trembling victim feize ;
She faints, me falls, me dies :
The diftant courfers now come in,
And join the loud triumphant din,
Till echo rend the fkies.

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