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# Albions England, Page 175 This is a page of running verse poetry from what appears to be *Albions England*, a historical/legendary narrative poem. The text presents a dramatic monologue lamenting lost love through an extended metaphor comparing the speaker's heart to a hunted animal pursued by hounds representing desire and beauty. The speaker describes how a lady once favored him, but her affections changed, leaving his heart "stricken, maimed, all of gore" and now perpetually hunted by Love's beagles until it meets its final fall. The verse employs archaic spelling and Early Modern English conventions typical of 17th-century poetry rather than Victorian penny dreadful material.
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