300 Speed, Malise, speed! the dun deer's hidenote
On fleeter foot was never tied.
Speed, Malise, speed! such cause of haste
Thine active sinews never braced.
Bend 'gainst the steepy hill thy breast,
305 Burst down like torrent from its crest;
With short and springing footstep pass
The trembling bog and false morass;
Across t
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