Hark! now again the chorus fills. As bells
Stilled awhile, at once their peal renew,
And high in air the tuneful thunder rolls.
See how they toss, with animated rage
Recovering all they lost! That eager haste
Some doubling wile foreshows. Ah! yet once more
They’re checked—hold back with speed—on either hand
They flourish round—ev’n yet persist. ’Tis right;
Away they spring; the rustling stubbles bend
Beneath the driving storm. How the poor Chase