His purple crest and scarlet-circled eyes—
The vivid green his shining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
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To plains with well-breathed beagles they repair,
And trace the mazes of the circling Hare.
Beasts, urged by us, their fellow-beasts pursue,
And learn of man each other to undo.
With slaughtering guns the unwearied fowler roves,
When frosts have whitened all the naked groves,