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B. III. Beams o'er the hills; go, mount th' exulting steed, Already, see, the deep-mouth'd beagles catch The tainted mazes; and, on eager sport Intent, with emulous impatience try Each doubtful track.Or, if a nobler prey Delight you more, go chase the desperate deer; And thro' its deepest solitudes awake The vocal forest with the jovial horn.


 * But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale

Exceed your strength; a sport of less fatigue, Not less delightful, the prolific stream Affords. The chrystal rivulet, that o'er A stony channel rolls its rapid maze, Swarms with the silver fry. Such, thro' the bounds Of pastoral Stafford, runs the brawling Trent; Such Eden, sprung from Cumbrian mountains; such Rh