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“Follow we fast these Goddesses, and speer an they be Fantasm or divine indeed!” Thus he; and, fleeter than the fleet-foot deer, all follow coursing o’er the riv’erine mead.
Between the branches flying Nymphs appear, haply with more of hurry than of speed; and, slack’ening pace with shrieks and laughter gay, each yields her graces as her greyhound’s prey.