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/78

 Brontin grew stiff with freezing Ague-Fear, The Sexton's Colour fled, uprose his Hair, Lamour bemoan'd (to dastard Fear betray'd) The Want of Barberissa and his Bed; Yet strait his Courage recollects, and now Resolves, what e'er Fate means, to stand the Blow; When from his Powdry Roost the Bird of Night With Fate-denouncing Outcries takes his Flight; Like Statues, Petrefy'd with chilly Fear, Unable to resist, they shake, they stare. Howlet th' Illuminated Wax descry'd, And soon extinguish'd with his Wings their Guide. Now Disarray'd, Confounded; they retreat, Confessing by swift Flight a base Defeat: Their Nerves relax, their trembling Knees in vain Their Bloodless Bodies labour to sustain; The