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Or stain her honour, or her new brocade;
To fifty chofen Sylphs, of fpecial note,
Whatever fpirit, careless of his charge,
CLOSE by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites,
Behold. four kings in majefty rever'd,
The skilful nymph reviews her force with Let Spades be trumps! the faid, and trump
Now move to war her fable matadores,
[tow'rs, And mow'd down armies in the fights of
Where Thames with pride furveys his rifing
Here Britain's ftatesmen oft the fall foredoom
Thus far both armses to Belinda yield
The Baron now his Diamonds pours ap
the blood the virgin's cheek forfook; panels fpreads o'er all her look ; and trembles at the approaching ill, 1 in the jaws of ruin, and Codille, ulin (as eft in fome distemper'd state) tetrick depends the gen'ral fate. A. Am Barts fteps forth: the King,unfeen, band, and mourn'd his captive
He vengeance with an eager pace, vise thunder on the proftrate Ace. exulting filis with fhouts the sky; he woods, and long canals reply. Leis mortals! ever blind to fate, o dejected, and too foon elate,
et honours fhall be fnatch'd away, Lodorever this victorious day.[crown'd, the board with cups and fpoons is es crackle, and the mill turns round: altars of Japan they raise
up; the fiery fpirits blaze: pouts the grateful liquors glide, ina's earth receives the imoking tide: ey gratify their scent and taste, ent cups prolong the rich repast. over round the Fair her airy band: the tipp'd, the fuming liquor fann'd; Jerberiap their careful plumes difplay'd, ng, and confcious of the rich brocade. The (which make the polician wife,
Ev'n then before the fatal engine clos'd, A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; Fate urg'd the sheers, and cut the Sylph in But airy fubftance foon unites again; (twain, The meeting points the facred hair diffever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!
Then flash'd the livinglightning from her eyes, And icreams of horror rend the affrighted skies. Not louder fhrieks to pitying heaven are cat, When husbands or when lapdogs breath their laft;
Or when rich China veffels, fallen from high, In glitt'ring duft and painted fragments lie!
Let wreathsof triumph now my temples twine, The Victor cried: the glorious prize is mine! While fifh in ftreams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and fix the British Fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read, Or the mall pillow grace a Lady's bed; While vifits thall be paid on folemn days, [blaze; When num'rous wax-lights in bright order While nymphs take treats, or affignations give, So long my honour, name, and praife thall live! What Time would spare, from steel receives its And monuments,like men, fubmit to fate![date, Steel could the labour of the gods deitroy, And ftrike to duit th' imperial tow'rs of Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground. What wonder,then,fair Nymph! thy hairs should The conqu'ring force of unrefifted steel? [feel
fire thro' all things with his half-fhut eyes) in virous to the Baron's brain atagems, the radiant Lock to gain. e, rafh youth! defift ere 'tis too late, heut gods, and think of Scylla's fate! to a bird, and fent to flit in air, y pays for Nifus' injur'd hair! ten to mischief mortals bend their will, **n they find fit inftruments of ill! zen Ciariffa drew with tempting grace, gd weapon from her fhining cafe: in romance, affift their Knight, m the ipcar, and arm him for the fight. the gift with rev'rence, and extends e engine on his fingers ends; thehind Belinda's neck he fpread, fragrant fteam fhe bends her head. the Lock a thousand sprites repair, nd wings, by turns, blow back the hair; ethey twitch'd the diamond in her ear; e looks back, and thrice the foe drew that inftant, anxious Ariel fought [near. Tube recettes of the Virgin's thought: the nofegay in her breaft reclin'd, c'd the ideas rifing in her mind. e view'd, in fpite of all her art, aly Lover lurking at her heart. *a, confus'd, he found his pow'r expir'd; to fate, and with a figh retir'd. [wide, Peer now fpreads the glitt'ring forfex ot the Lock; now joins it to divide.
[prefs'd, BUT anxious cares the penfive nymph opAnd fecret paffions labour'd in her breast. Net youthful kings in battle feiz'd alive, Not fcornful virgins who their charms furvive, Not ardent lovers robb'd of all their blifs, Not ancient ladies when refus'd a kifs, Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, Not Cynchia when her mantua's pinn'd awry, E'er felt fuch rage, refentiment, and defpair, As thou, fad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair.
For that fad moment when the Sylphs withAnd Ariel weeping from Belinda flew. [drew, Umbriel, a duiky melancholy fprite, As ever fullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper fcene, Repair'd to fearch the gloomy cave of Spleen.
Swift on his footy pinions flits the Gnome, And in a vapour reach'd the difmal dome. No cheerful breeze this fullen region knows; The dreaded Eaft is all the wind that blows. Here, in a grotto fhelter'd clofe from air, And fcreen'd in fhades from day's detested glare, She fighs for ever on her penfive bed, Pain at her fide, and Megrim at her head. [place,
Two handmaids wait the throne; alike in But diff'ring far in figure and in face. Here ftood Ill-nature, like an ancient maid, Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd; With ftore of pray'rs for mornings, nights, and
Her hand is fill'd; her bofom with lampoons.
There Affectation, with a fickly mien, Shews in her cheek the roles of eighteen; Practis'd to lifp, and hang the head afide, Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; On the rich quilt finks with becoming woe, Wrapt in a gown, for fickness and for show. The fair ones feel fuch maladies as these, When each new night-drefs gives a new disease. A conftant vapour o'er the palace flies, Strange phantoms rifing as the mists arife; Dreadful as hermits dreams in haunted shades, Or bright as vifions of expiring maids : Now glaring fiends, and fnakes on rolling fpires, Pale fpectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires; Now lakes of liquid gold, Elyfian fcenes, And crystal domes, and angels in machines.
Unnumber'd throngs on ev'ry side are seen Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Here living tea-pots ftand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: A pipkin there, like Homer's tripod; walks; Here fighs a jar, and there a goofe-pye talks; Men prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works, And maids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. Safe país'd the Gnome thro'this fantasticband, A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand : Then thus addrefs'd the Pow'r:-Hail, wayward Queen!
Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen :
Sunk in Thaleftris' arms the Nymph he found,
Belinda barns with more than mortal ire,
She faid; then raging to Sir Plume repa And bids her beau demand the precious h (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box juttly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane): With earnest eyes, and round unthinking He first the fnuff-box open'd, then the cal And thus broke out-"My Lord, why,wha "devil! ["must be c "Z-ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, Plague on't! 'tis paft a jest-nay, prithee, "Give her the hair?"-he fpoke, and ra his box.
It grieves me much (replied the Peer ag Who fpeaks fo well thould ever fpeak in v But by this Lock, this facred Lock, I fwear (Which never more fhall join its parted ha Which never more its hononrs fhall renew, Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it gre That while my noftrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, fhall for ever we He spoke,and speaking in proud triumph fp: The long-contended honours of her head.
But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbear not He breaks the vial whence the forrows flow. Then,fee! the nymph in beauteousgrief appe Her eyeshalf-languithing, half-drown'd in te On her heav'd bofom hung her drooping Which with a figh she rais'd, and thus the i
For ever curs'd be this detested day, Which fnatch'd my beft, my fav rite curl awa Happy, ah ten times happy, had I been, It Hampton-Court thefe eyes had never fee Yet am not I the first mistaken maid By love of courts to num'rous ills betray'd. Oh, had I rather unadmir'd remain'd In fome lone ifle, or diftant nor.hern land
And in its fellow's fate forefees its own; Uncar'd it hangs, the fatal theers demands, you And tempts once more thy facrilegious hands. Lab Oh hadit thou, cruel! been content to feize zing Hairs lefs in fight, or any hairs but these!
See faid: the pitying audience melt in tears. foBut Fate and Jove had ftopp'd the Baron's ears." 20In vain Thaleftris with reproach affails;
For who can move when fair Belinda fails? PiNot half fo fix'd the Trojan could remain, theple Anna begg'd, and Dido rag'd in vain. Xen grave Clariffa graceful wav'd her fan; ondence enfu'd, and thus the nymph began: day whyarebeauties prais'd and honour'dmoft, the wife man's pallion, and the vain man's toaft? Why deck'd with all that land and fea aflord, Wayangelscall'd,and angel-like ador'd? [beaux, Whyround our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Why bows the fide box from its inmoft rows? How vain are all thefe glories, all our pains, Tikes good fenfe prefer ve what beauty gains: That men mayay, when we the front-box grace, ehold the firft in virtue as in face!
if to dance all night, and drefs all day, 'd the fmall pox, or chas'd old age away, ho would not fcorn what housewife's cares produce,
i would learn one earthly thing of ufe? patch, nay ogle, might become a faint; r could it fure be fuch a fin to paint. ce, alas! frail beauty muft decay; dd or uncurl'd, fince locks will turn to grey, nce painted, or not painted, all fhall fade; he who fcorns a man muft die a maid; then remains, but well our pow'r to ufe, keep good humour still, whate'er we lofe? draft me, dear! good-humour can prevail, Mairs, andflights, and fcreams, and fcolding
But thou falfe guardian of a charge to
What can atone, oh ever-injur'd fhade
$11. Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.
So peaceful refts, without a ftone, a nam