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Or Summer Noon-tide Air.
Attention held them mute.

AVERNUS.

Deep was the Cave, and downward as it went
From the wide Mouth, a rocky rough Defcent.
And here th'Access a gloomy Grove defends ;
And there th’unnavigable Lake extends,
O'er whofe unhappy Waters, void of Light,
No Bird prefumes to fteer his airy Flight.
Such deadly Stenches from the Depth arife,
And teaming Sulphur that infe&ts the Skies.
From hence the Grecian Bards their Legends make,
And give the Name Avernus to the Lake.

AUTUMN. See Year.
When yellow Autumn weighs

The Year, and adds to Nights, and fhortens Days;
And Suns declining fhine with feeble Rays.

The Evening of the Year;

When Woods with Juniper and Chefnuts crown'd,
With falling Fruits and Berries paint the Ground;

Milt.
Milt.

Dryd. Virg

Dryd. Virg.

(Virg.

And lavish Nature laughs, and ftrows her Stores around. Dryd.
When dubious Months uncertain Weather bring;
When Fountains open; when impetuous Rain
Swells hafty Brooks, and pours upon the Plain:
When Earth with Slime and Mud is cover'd o'er,
And hollow Places fpew their wat'ry Store.

BABE. See Man.

Thus like a Sailer by the Tempeft hurl'd Afhore, the Babe is fhipwrack'd on the World: Naked he lies, and ready to expire,

Helpless of all that humane Wants require;

Expos'd upon unhofpitable Earth,

From the firft Moment of his hapless Birth.
Strait with foreboding Cries he fills the Room,
(Too fure Prefages of his future Doom.)
But Flocks and Herds, and ev'ry favage Beast,
By more indulgent Nature are increas'd.
They want no Rattles for their froward Mood,
No Nurse to reconcile 'em to their Food

With broken Words: Nor Winter Blafts they fear,
Nor change their Habits with the changing Year:
Nor for their Safety Gittadels prepare ;

Nor forge the wicked Inftruments of War:

Unlabour'd Earth her bounteous Treasure grants,

Dryd. Virg.

And Nature's lavish Hand fupplies their common Wants: Dryd.

If tender Infants, who imprison'd stay

Within the Womb, prepar'd to break away,

(Lucr.

Were

Were conscious of themselves, and of their State,
And had but Reason to fuftain Debate;

The painful Paffage they would dread, and fhew
Reluctance to a World they do not know:

They in their Prifons ftill would chufe to lie,
As backward to be born as we to die.

BACCHANALS.

She flies the Towns, and mixing with a Throng
Of madding Matrons, bears the Bride along :
Wand'ring thro' Woods, and Wilds, and devious Ways,
She feign'd the Rites of Bacchus, cry'd aloud,
And to the buxom God the Virgin vow'd.
Evoe, O Bacchus! Thus began the Song;
And Eve, anfwer'd all the female Throng:
O Virgin, worthy thee alone! fhe cry'd;
O worthy thee alone! the Crew reply'd.
For thee the feeds her Hair, fhe leads thy Dance,
And with thy winding Ivy wreaths her Lance.
Like Fury feiz'd the reft; the Progrefs known,
All feek the Mountains, and forfake the Town.
All clad in Skins of Beafts the Jav'lin bear,
Unbind their Fillets,

Give to the wanton Winds their flowing Hair,
And Shrieks and Shoutings rend the fuff'ring Air.

Rouling their haggard Eyes, infpir'd with Rage divine,
Shake high above their Heads a flaming Pine;
And Orgies and Nocturnal Rites prepare.
Lefs wild the Bacchanalian Dames appear,

When from afar their Nightly God they hear,

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Dryd. Virg.

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And howl about the Hills, and fhake the wreathy Spear.

BACCHU S. See Mufick.

Great Father Bacchus to my Song repair,
For clu tring Vines are thy peculiar Care:
For thee large Bunches load the bending Vine;
And the laft Bleffings of the Year are thine :
To thee his Joys the jolly Autumn owes;

When the fermenting Juice the Vat o'erflows.

Come ftrip with me, my God; come drench all o'er

Thy Limbs in Muft of Wine, and drink at ev'ry Pore. Dryd. Virg.

See Bacchus uraing from his Indian War,

By Tygers drawn triumphant in his Car;

From Nfs Top defcending on the Plains,

Dryd. Virg:

With cur ing Vices around his Purple Reins.
So Bacchus thro' the conquer'd Indies rode,
And Beafts in Chelsfisk'd before their honeft God.

Dryd. (Pal. & Arc. BASTARD.

BASTARD.

Why should dull Law rule Nature, who firft made
That Law, by which herself is now betray'd?
E'er Man's Corruptions made him wretched, he
Was born moft noble, who was born moft free:
Each of himself was Lord; and unconfin'd
Obey'd the Dictates of his God-like Mind.
Law was an Innovation brought in fince,
When Fools began to love Obedience,
And call'd their Slav'ry Safety and Defence.
Why fhould it be a Stain then on my Blood,
Because I came not in the common Road;
But born obfcure, and fo more like a God?
He's a Baftard! Got in a Fit of Nature!
She fhook him from her Nerves in a Convulfion;
His Father ftamp'd the Bullion in a Heat,
And taking from the Mint the fiery Oar,
His Image blefs'd, and cry'd, it is my own.

Otw. Don Carl..

Yet more! a Prieft begot him, and 'tis thought,
That Earth is more oblig'd to Priefts for Bodies,

Than Heav'n for Souls. Nay, and a young Priest too!
Perhaps in the Embraces of a Nun,

Who ventur'd Life to clafp the lufty Joy.

Lee Caf. Borg.

BATTLE. See Fight, Joufts, War.
O the brave Din, the noble Clank of Arms!
All the Plain

Cover'd with thick embattel'd Squadrons bright,
Chariots, and flaming Arms, and fiery Steeds,
Reflecting Blaze on Blaze, firft met his View:
From Skirt to Skirt a fiery Region, stretch'd
In battaillous Afpe&t:

Briftled with upright Beams, innumerable,
Of rigid Spears, and Helmets throng'd, and Shields
Various, with boasted Arguments pourtray'd:
The banded Pow'rs of Satan.

The Powers militant

That food for Heav'n, in mighty Quadrate joyn'd
Of Union irrefiftable, mov'd on

In Silence their bright Legends, to the Sound
Of inftrumental Harmony, that breath'd

Heroick Ardour to advent'rous Deeds,

Under their God-like Leaders. On they move

Indiffolubly firm: nor obvious Hill,

Ner ftrait'ning Vale, nor Wood, nor Stream divides
Their perfect Ranks; for high above the Ground
Their March was, and the paffive Air upbore
Their nimble Tread.

Lee Alex.

The

The Shout

Of Battle now began, and rushing Sound
Of Onfet ended foon each milder Thought.
High in the midft, exalted as a God,
Th'Apoftate in his Sun-bright Chariot fate,
Idol of Majefty Divine, enclos'd

With flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields:
Then lighted from his gorgeous Throne: For now
"Twixt Hoft and Hoft but narrow Space was left;
A dreadful Interval! And Front to Front
Prefented ftood in terrible Array

Of hideous Length: Before the cloudy Van,
On the rough Edge of Battle, e'er it joyn'd,
Satan, with vaft and haughty Strides advanc'd,
Came tow'ring, arm'd in Adamant and Gold.
A noble Stroke Abdiel lifted high,

Which hung not, but fo fwift with Tempeft fell
On the proud Creft of Satan, that no Sight,
No Motion of quick Thought, lefs cou'd his Shield:
Such Ruin intercept: Ten Paces huge

He back recoil'd, the Tenth on bended Knee
His maffy Spear upftay'd. As if on Earth
Winds underground, or Waters, forcing way
Sidelong, had push'd a Mountain from his Seat,
Half funk with all his Pines. Nor stood in gaze
The adverfe Legions, nor lefs hideous joyn'd
The horrid Shock: Now ftorming Fury rofe,
Arms on Armour clafhing, bray'd
Horrible Discord, and the madding Wheels
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the Noife
Of Conflict: Over-head the dismal Hifs
Of fiery Darts in flaming Vollies flew,
And flying vaulted either Hoft with Fire;
So under fiery Cope together rufh'd
Both Battels main, with ruinous Affault,
And inextinguifhable Rage: All Heav'n
Refounded, and had Earth been then, all Earth
Had to her Centre fhook. Deeds of Eternal Famè
Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread
The War and various : Sometimes on firm Ground
A ftanding Fight; then, foaring on main Wing,
Tormented all the Air: All Air feem'd then
Conflicting Fire.

Their Arms away fome threw, and to the Hills
Swift as the Lightning Glimpfe they ran, they flew
From the Foundations loos'ning to and fro,
They pluck'd the feated Hills with all their Load,

Rocks

Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the fhaggy Tops
Up-lifting, bore them in their Hands.

Then on their Heads

Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
Came fhadowing, and opprefs'd whole Legions arm'd.
Their Armour help'd their Harm, crush'd in and bruis'd,
Into their Subftance pent, which wrought them Pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous Groan;

Long ftruggling underneath, e'er they could wind
Out of fuch Prifon.

The reft, in Imitation, to like Arms

Betook them, and the neighbouring Hills up-tore:
So Hills amid the Air encounter'd Hills,
Hurl'd to and fro with Jaculation dire,

That underground they fought in difmal Shade.
Infernal Noife! War feem'd a civil Game
To this Uproar; horrid Confufion heap'd
Upon Confufion rofe. Long time in even Scale
The Battle hung; till Satan

Saw where the Sword of Michael smote, and fell'd
Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed Sway
Brandifh'd aloft the horrid Edge came down
Wide wafting: Such Destruction to withstand
He hafted, and oppos'd the rocky Orb

Of ten-fold Adamant, his ample Shield :

A vaft Circumf'rence! Then both addrefs'd for Fight
Unfpeakable: For like two Gods they feem'd,
Stood they, or mov'd; in Stature, Motion, Arms,
Fit to decide the Empire of great Heav'n.
Now wav'd their fiery Swords, and in the Air
Made horrid Circles: Two broad Suns, their Shields.
Blaz'd oppofite: While Expectation flood

In Horrour. From each Hand with speed retir'd
Th'Angelick Throng, unfafe within the Wind
Of fuch Commotion: But the Sword of Michael met
The Sword of Satan, and in half cut fheer; nor ftay'd,
But with swift Wheel reverfe, deep entring fhar'd
All his Right-fide: Then Satan firft knew Pain,
And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; fo fore
The griding Sword with discontinuous Wound
Pafs'd thro' him.

And now their Mightieft quell'd, the Battle fwerv'd,
With many an Inrode gor'd: Deformed Rout
Enter'd and foul Disorder: All the Ground
With fhiver'd Armour strown; and on a Heap
Chariot and Charioteer lay overturn'd,

And fiery foaming Steeds What food, recoil'd

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