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I fing—This verse to CARYL, Muse! is due; Soft yielding minds to water glide away,
In search of mischief still on earth to roam.
Assume what sexes and what shapes they please. Sol thro' white curtains shot a tim'rous ray to What guards the purity of melting maids And op'd those eyes that must eclipse the day: In courtly balls and midnight masquerades, Now lapdogs gave themselves the rousing lake; Safe from the treach’rous friend, the daring spark, And leepless lovers, just at twelve, awake: The glance by day, the whisper in the dark, Thrice rung the bell, the flipper knock'd the When kind occasion prompts their warm desires, ground,
When music softens, and when dancing fires ? And the press'd watch return'd a silver found. 'Tis but their fylph, the wise celestials know, Belinda ftill her downy pillow press’d,
Tho' honour is the word with men below. [face, Her guardian Sylph prolong'd the balmy reft- Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their 'Twas He had summon'd to her filent bed For life predestin'd to the gnomes embrace. The morning-dream that hover'd o'er her head. These swell their prospects and exalt their pride, A youth more glitt'ring than a birth-night beau, When offers are disdain'd, and love denied Tnat even in Blumber caus'd her cheek to glow, Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain, Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay, While peers,and dukes, and all their sweepingtrain, And thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say: And garters, stars, and coronets appear,
Fairett of mortals, thou distinguish'd care And in soft sounds “ your grace” salutes their ear. Of thousand bright inhabitants of air !
'Tis thefe that early taint the female soul, If e'er one vision touch thy infant thought, Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll, . Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught; Teach infant-cheeks a bidden blush to know, Of airy elves by moonlight shadows feen, And little hearts to flutter at a beau. The silver token, and the circled green,
Oft, when the world imagine women stray, Or virgins visited by Angel-pow'rs, [Aow'rs; The fylphs thro' mystic mazes guide their way With golden crowns, and wreaths of heavenly Thro' all the giddy circle they pursue, Hear and believe! thy own importance know, And old impertinence expel by new. Nor bound thy narrow views to things below. What tender maid but must a victim fall Some secret truths, from learned pride conceal’d, To one man's treat, but for another's ball? To maids alone and children are reveal'd: When Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand, What tho' no credit doubting wits may give? If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand ? The fair and innocent shall still believe. With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, They shift the moving toy-shop of their heart; The light Militia of the lower sky:
Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots swordThese, tho’unseen, are ever on the wing,
knots strive, Hang o'er thc box, and hover round the ring. Beaux banith beaux, and coaches coaches drive, Think what an equipage thou hast in air, This erring mortals levity may call; And view with scorn two pages and a chair. Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all. As now your own, our beings were of old, Of these am I, who thy protection claim ; And once inclos'd in woman's beauteous mould; A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name. Thence, by a loft transition, we repair
Late as I rang’d the crystal wilds of air, From earthly vehicles to these of air.
In the clear mirror of thy ruling star Think not, when woman's transient breath is filed, I saw, alas ! fome dread event impend, That all her vanities at once are dead;
Ere to the main this morning sun descend; Succeeding vanities she still regards,
But heaven reveals not what, or how, or where: And, tho she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards. Warn’d by thy Sylph, oh pious maid, beware! Her joy in gilded chariots, when alive,
This to discloie is all thy guardian can: And love of ombre, after death survive ; Beware of all, but most beware of man! [long, For when the fair in all their pride expire, He said; when Shock, who thought the slept too To their first clements their fouls retire: Leap'd up, and wak’d his mistress with his tongue, The sprites of fiery termagants in fame
'Twas then, Belinda, if report say true, Mount
Thy eyes first open’d on a billet-doux;
VARIATIONS. And dwells such rage in softest bosoms then, Shock just had given himself the rousing shake, And lodge such daring souls in little men ? And nymphs prepar'd their chocolate to take; + Sol thro' white curtains did his beams display, Thrice the wrought Nipper knock'd against the ground, And opš those eyes which brighter done than they; And striking watches the tenth hour resound.
Book 11. Wounds, charms, and ardours,were no sooner read, Th’advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir’d; But all the vision vanith'd from thy head. He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir’d.
And now, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd; Refolu'd to win, he meditates the way, Each tilver vase in mystic order laid.
By force to ravish, or by fraud betray; First, rob’d in white, the nymph intent adores, For, when success a Lover's toil attends, With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs : Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends. A heavenly image in the glass appears ;
For this, ere Phæbus rose, he had implor'd To that the bends, to that her eyes the rears; Propitious Heaven, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd; Th’inferior priestess, at her altar's fide,
But chiefly Love to Love an altar built Trembling, begins the facred rites of pride. Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves ; The various off'rings of the world appear; And all the trophies of his former loves: From each the nicely culls with curious toil, With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And decks the goddess with the glittring spoil. And breathes three am'rous fighs to raise the fire. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, Then proftrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes And all Arabia breathes from yonder box : Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize. The tortoife here and elephant unite,
The pow’rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r; Transform’diocombs, the fpeckledand the white: The rest, the winds dispers’d in empty air. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, But now secure the painted veffel glides, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides ; Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; While melting music steals upon the sky, The fair each moment rises in her charms, And soften'd founds along the waters die; Repairs her finilos, awakens ev'ry grace, Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play; And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Belinda (mil'd, and all the world was gay. Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
All but the Sylph-with careful thoughts oppreft,
Some to the fun their infect-wings unfold,
Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold;
He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun : Bright as the lun her eyes the gizers strike, Yc Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear: And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Fays, fairies, genii, elves, and dæmons hear! Yet graceful ease, and ficetnefs void of pride, Ye know the spheres and various talks aflign'd Might hide her faults, if bellus had faults to hide: By lau's eternal to th’aèrial kind. If to her share fome feinale errors fall,
Soine in the fields of purest æther play, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. And bask and whiten in the blaze of day :
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind Or roll the planets thro' the boundless lky: In equal curls, and well contpir'd to deck Some, less refind, beneath the moon's pale light, With thining ringlets the fimooth iv'ry neck. Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Love in theic labyrinths his Naves detains, Or fuck the mists in grosser air below, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, With hairy springes we the birds betray; Or brew ficrce tempests on the wint'ry main, Slight lines of hair furprise the finny prey; Or o'er the glebe diftil the kindly rain : Fair trelics man's imperial race ensuare,
Others on earth o'er human race preside, And beauty draws us with a single hair. Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide:
VARIATION. * From hence to line 46 (The rest the winds dispers'd in empty air) the Poem stood originally; all after, to the end of this Canto, being additional.
Of these the chief the care of nations own, Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom And guard with arms divine the british throne. Of foreign tyrants, ind of nymphs at home;
Our humbler province is to tend the Fair, Here thou, grcat Anna! whom three realms obey, Ne a lefs picating, tho' less glorious care ; Doft fometimes counsel take, and sometimes tea. To save the powder from too rude a gaic,
Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, Nr let th' imprison'd eisences exhale;
To tatte awhile the pleasures of a court; To draw freíh colours froin the vernal flow'rs; In various talk th’inftructive hours they pass’d *, To freal from rainbows, ere they drop in thow'rs, Who gave the bail, or paid the visit lait; A frighter wath ; to curl their waring hairs, One speaks the glory of the British Queen, Allist thcir blushes, and inspire their airs; And one describes a charming Indian icreen; Navch, in dreams, invention we bestow, A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; Tu charge a flounce, or add a furbelow. At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
This day black omens threat the brightest fair Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat; That e'er deferv'd a watchful spirit's care; With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. Some dire ditaiter, or by force, or flight;
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night. The fun obliquely thoots his burning ray; Whether the nymph fhall break Diana's law, The hungry judges foon the sentence sign, Or fome frail China jar receive a Haw;
And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine; Or itain her honour, or her new brocade; The merchant from th’Exchange returns in peace, Fuget her pray’rs, or miss a masquerade; And the long labours of the toilet cease. Or lote her heart, or necklace, at a ball; [fall. Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites, Or whether Heaven has doom'd that Shock must Burns to encounter two advent'rous knights Hafte then, ye fpirits ! to your charge repair : At ombre singly to decide their doom; The Butt'ring fan be Zephyretta's carc; And swells her breast with conquests yet to come. The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign; Straight the three bands prepare in arms to join, And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine; Each band the number of the sacred nine. Do thou, Crispilsa, tend her fav'rite Lock; Soon as the spreads her hand, th'aerial guard Ariei himself shall be the guard of Shock. Descend, and fit on each important card :
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note, First Ariel perch'd upon a matadore, We trust th’important charge, the Petticoat : Then each according to the rank they bore; Oft have we known that feven-fold fence to fail, For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, Tho'ftiff with hoops,and arm’d with ribs of whale: Are, as when women, wondrous fond of place. Form a strong line about the silver bound,
Bchold, four kings in majcity reverd,
Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, And four fair queens whose hands fustain a flow'r,
In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors.
He spoke ; the spirits from the fails descend; And march'd a victor from the verdant field. Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend; Him Bafto follow'd, but his fate more hard Some thrid the mazy ringłcts of her hair; Gain'd but one trump, and one Plebeian card. Some hang upon the pendants of her ear; With his broad sabre next, a chief in years, With beating hearts the dire event they wait, The hoary Majesty of Spades appears, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate. Puts forth one manly leg, to fight reveal’d,
The reft his many-colour'd robe conceal’d. CANTO III.
The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage, CLOSE by those meads, for ever crown’d with Proves the juft victim of his royal rage. . (threw, Acw'rs,
E’en mighiy Pam, that Kings and Queens o’cra
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; Chang'd to a bird, and sent to fit in air,
But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
romance, assist their Knight,
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair;
He watch'd th’ideas rising in her mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art,
The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, Amaz'd, confus’d, he found his pow'r expir'd;
The Peer now spreads the glitt'ring forfex wide,
Fate urg'd the theers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
O thoughtless mortals ! ever blind to fate, Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine.
The Victor cried; the glorious prize is mine !
Or in a coach and fix the British Fair,
While visits ihall be paid on solcmn days,
From the fair head, for ever and for cver) T'inclose the Lock; then joias it to divide :
Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd alive, On various tempers act, by various ways,
And send the godly in a pet to pray:
But, oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace, As thou, sad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair. Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
Forthat sad moment, when the Sylphswithdrew, Like citron-waters matrons checks inflame, And Ariel weeping from Belinda few,
Or change complexions at a lofing game; Umbriel, a duiky, melancholy sprite, **
If e'er with airy horns I planted heads, As ever jullied the fair face of light,
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Or caus'd luspicion when no loul was rude, Repair’d, to search the gloomy cave of Spleen. Or discompos'd the head-dress of a prude,
Swift on his footy pinions Hics the Gnome, Or e'er to costive lapdog gave disease And in a vapour reach'd the dilmal dome. Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease; No cheerful breeze this fullen region knows; Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin: The dreaded Eaft is all the wind that blows. That single act gives half the world the spleen. Here, in a grotto fhelter'd close from air,
The Goddess, with a discontented air, And screen'd in thades from day's detested glare, Seems to reject him, tho' the grants his
pray'r. She sighs for ever on her pensive bed,
A wondrous bag with both her hands the binds, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head. Like that where once Ulysses held the winds;
Two handmaids wait the throne ; alike in place, There the collects the force of female lungs, But diffring far in figure and in face.
Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues. Here stood Ill-nature, like an ancient maid, A vial next the fills with fainting fears, Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd; Soft forrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. With store of pray’rs for mornings, nights, and The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, noons,
Spreads his black wings, and Nowly mounts to day. Her hand is fill’d; her bosom with lampoons. Sunk in Thalestris' arms the Nymph he found,
There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. Shews in her cheek the roles of eighteen; Full o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent, Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside,
And all the Furies issued at the vent. Faints into airs, and languishes with pride ; Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. Wrapt in a gown, for fickness, and for show. O wretched maid! the spread her hands, and cried, The fair ones feel such maladies as these, (While Hampton's echoes, wretched maid! reWhen each new night-dress gives a new disease. Was it for this you took such constant care (plied)
A constant vapour o'er the palace fljes, The bodkin, comb, and eilence, to prepare : Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise ; For this your Locks in paper durance bound, Dreadful as hermits dreams in haunted shades, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around! Or bright as visions of expiring maids:
For this with fillets strain’d your tender head,
Unnumber'd throngs on ev'ry side are seen Ease, pleafure, virtue, all our fex refign.
Safe pass'd the Gnome thro' this fantastic band, Expos'd thro' crystal to the gazing eyes,
Sooner shall grass in Hyde-park Circus grow, Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen :
And wits take lodgings in the found of Bow; Parent of vapours, and of female wit,
Sooner let earth, air, Tea, to chaos fall; Who give th' hysteric or poetic fit;
Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perilh all I