The choice spirits feast | ||
RECITATIVE.
Now the Heart-raising Horn at Distance blew,Swift to the Chace, away the Sportsmen flew:
Shouting they rend the Air, each Hill resounds,
Loud neigh the Steeds, and louder ope the Hounds,
From babbling Eccho back the Noise rebounds.
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And hunted every Chace again,
And Cover thrice he broke; and thrice he slew the Slain.
The choice spirits feast | ||