Page:Boileau's Lutrin - a mock-heroic poem. In six canto's. Render'd into English verse. To which is prefix'd some account of Boileau's writings, and this translation. (IA boileauslutrinmo00boil).pdf/73

 In this wild Place retir'd to Meditate, Expecting Night, the sober Creature sate: The Goddess came; Howlet exalts his Voice, Sadning the tuneful Neighbours with his Joys: Complaining Progne trembles with new Pains, And Philomela's Fears o'ercome her Strains: Follow me, Son, said Night. The Feather'd Fate, Rous'd at her Voice, forsook his drowsy Seat; With heavy Wings they press the thickning Air, And darkling their dull Shades to Paris bear; Here both arresting their auspicious Flight On the fam'd Chapel's destin'd Bellfry Light: The Goddess bending from the lofty Arch, Observes the Warriors, and regards their March. The smirking Barber brandishes on high A Bumper, which re-smiles with mutual Joy: Each