THREE paces back They fell amaz'd,
Like  stood, like  gaz'd.
The frighted blood forsakes the face,
And seeks the heart with quicker pace;
The throbbing heart its fears declares,
And upright stand the bristled hairs;
The head in wild distraction swims;
Cold sweats bedew the trembling limbs;
NATURE, whilst Fears her bosom chill,
Suspends her Pow'rs, and LIFE stands still.