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/90

 When as I thought i'th' Choire with glorious Grace I Bless'd the Crowd and fill'd my wonted Place, Swallow'd the Incense, and unrivall'd bore The first-Degree in Office and in Pow'r; A Gloomy Smoke long rowling from afar Seem'd from the darken'd Vestry to appear; Forward it shot, and kindling as it came, The dreadful Cloud burst in a bluish Flame; And Oh! Dire Object! to my Sight display'd A Dragon, by th' assisting Prelate led; His Head Triangular; the frightful Mass A very Reading-Desk appear'd, or Was. When, animated by his Guide, the Beast Darting at me, uprais'd his Monstrous Crest. In vain I trembling fled, cry'd out in vain, Till kindly Sleep relax'd his gentle Chain. I can no morePossess'd with Panic Dread; In my pale Eyes the Sequel may be read. Ah