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Mark the grim savage scoop his light canoe;
Mark the dark rook, on pendent branches hung,
With anxious fondness feed her cawing young.—
Mark the fell leopard through the desert prowl,
Fish prey on fish, and fowl regale on fowl;—
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How Lybian tigers’ chawdrons[[126]] love assails,
And warms, ’midst seas of ice, the melting whales;—[[127]]
Cools the crimpt cod, fierce pangs to perch imparts,