Then, bursting broad, the boundless shout to heaven, From many a thousand hearts ecstatic sprung. Thomson's Liberty. ARMY. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand thousand ensigns high advanc'd, Ibid. b. 5. ASTONISHMENT. Adam, soon as he heard The fatal trespass done by Eve, amaz'd, Speechless he stood and pale. Hear it not, ye stars! Ibid. b. 9. And thou, pale moon! turn paler at the sound. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 3. With wild surprise, As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, A stupid moment motionless she stood. Thomson's Seasons.-Summer. 20 ATHEIST-AUTHORS—AUTUMN. ATHEIST. Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph, Make Atheists of mankind. Dryden's Cleomenes. When prejudice and strong aversions work, Sewell's Sir Walter Raleigh. AUTHORS. Some write a narrative of wars and feats And paint his person, character and views, AUTUMN. Cowper's Task. b. 3. Thrice happy time, Best portion of the various year, in which Nature rejoiceth, smiling on her works, Lovely, to full perfection wrought. Philips's Cider, b. 2. But see the fading many-colour'd woods, Thomson's Seasons.—Autumn. The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, Thomson's Seasons.-Autumn. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields; AVARICE. That cos'ning vice, although it seems to keep Ibid. And makes us more than poor. May's Old Couple. When all sins are old in us, And go upon crutches, covetousness The lust of gold succeeds the lust of conquest : Decker. Dr. Johnson's Irene. May his soul be plung'd In ever-burning floods of liquid gold, And be his avarice the fiend that damns him! Murphy's Alzuma. Some, o'er enamour'd of their bags, run mad, Young's Night Thoughts, n. 5. O cursed lust of gold; when for thy sake The fool throws up his interest in both worlds, B. BATTLE. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war; The labour'd battle sweat, and conquest bled. Lee's Alexander. Hark-the death-denouncing trumpet sounds Sees the plain strew'd with subjects truly her's, Havard's Scanderbeg. I alone, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Home's Douglas. Even like an arrow on the wind, he rode Sir A. Hunt's Julian. Each at the head Level'd his deadly aim; their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 2. And now their mightiest quell'd, the battle swerv'd, And fiery foaming steeds. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 6. 'Twixt host and host but narrow space was left, Of hideous length; before the cloudy van The shout Ibid. Of battle now began, and rushing sound Ibid. Now night her course began, and over Heaven Inducing darkness, grateful truce impos'd Her silence on the odious din of war: Under her cloudy covert both retir'd, Victor and vanquish'd. Here might you see Barons and peasants on th' embattled field Ibid. Philips's Cider, b. 2. It was a goodly sight To see the embattled pomp, as with the step Of stateliness the barbed steeds came on, |