Refounded from the hills; the neighing steed, 425 430 THE flag too, fingled from the herd, where long He rang'd the branching monarch of the shades, Before the tempeft drives. At first, in speed He, fprightly, puts his faith; and, rous'd by fear, Gives all his fwift aërial foul to flight; Against the breeze he darts, that way the more To leave the lefs'ning murd'rous cry behind; Deception fhort! tho' fleeter than the winds Blown o'er the keen-air'd mountain by the north, He burfts the thickets, glances thro' the glades, 435 And plunges deep into the wildeft wood; If flow, yet fure, adhesive to the track Hot-fteaming, up behind him come again Th' inhuman rout, and from the fhady depth Expel him, circling thro' his ev'ry fhift. He sweeps the foreft oft; and fobbing fees The glades, mild op'ning to the golden day i Where, in kind contest, with his butting friends He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy. Oft in the full-defcending flood he tries To lose the fcent, and lave his burning fides: Oft feeks the herd; the watchful herd alarm'd, With felfifh care avoid a brother's woe. What fhall he do? His once fo vivid nerves, So full of buoyant fpirit, now no more 440 445 450 Inspire the course; but fainting breathless toil, The big round tears run down his dappled face; Of this enough. But if the filvan youth, 460 Advancing full on the protended spear, And coward-band, that circling wheel aloof. Slunk from the cavern, and the troubled wood, 465 THESE BRITAIN knows not; give, ye BRITAINS, then Your fportive fury, pitylefs, to pour Loose on the nightly robber of the fold: Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, 471 Throw the broad ditch behind you; o'er the hedge, Refufe, but thro' the fhaking wilderness 476 Bear fearlefs, of the raging inftinct full; 480 485 Pour all your speed into the rapid game, Difclos'd; who knows the merits of the pack; 490 495 500 Bur firft the fuel'd chimney blazes wide; The tankards foam, and the ftrong table groans Beneath the fmoaking firloin, ftretch'd immenfe From fide to fide; in which, with defp'rate knife, 505 They deep incifion make, and talk the while Of ENGLAND'S glory, ne'er to be defac'd While hence they borrow vigour: or amain If ftomach keen can intervals allow, 510 Then fated Hunger bids his brother Thirst Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, 515 520 Swell'd high with fiery juice, steams lib'ral round The founding gammon: while romp-loving mifs AT last these puling idlenesses laid 530 535 And pavement, faithlefs to the fuddled foot. Thus as they fwim in mutual fwill, the talk, 539 Reels fast from theme to theme; from horses, hounds, To church or mistress, politics or ghost, In endless mazes, intricate, perplex'd. Mean-time, with fudden interruption, loud, And, op'ning in a full-mouth'd Cry of joy, 545 The laugh, the flap, the jocund curfe go round; While, from their flumbers shook, the kennel'd hounds Mix in the mufic of the day again. 550 As when the tempeft, that has vex'd the deep, Lie quite diffolv'd. Before their maudlin eyes, 555 Then, fliding foft, they drop. Confus'd above, As if the table even itself was drunk, Lie a wet broken fcene; and wide, below, 560 Is heap'd the focial flaughter: where aftride The lubber Pow'r in filthy triumph fits, Slumbrous, inclining still from side to fide, And steeps them drench'd in potent fleep till morn. Perhaps fome doctor, of tremendous paunch, 565 Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink, |