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Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here Then prostrate falls, and bugs with ardent eyes
While melting music steals upon the sky,
Soft o'er the throuds aërial whispers breathe, Arzd keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. Thạt seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath. The busy Sylphs surround their darling care ; Some to the fun their infect-wings unfold, These fet the head, and those divide the hair ; Waft on the brecze, or link in clouds of gold; Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; Transparent forins, too fine for mortal light, And Betty 's prais'd for labours not her own. Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light.
Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, CANTO II.
Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew, NOT with more glories, in th' ethereal plain, Dipp'd in the richest tincture of the skies, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes; Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams While ev'ry beam new transient colours fings, Launch'd on the bofom of the Glver Thames. Colours that change whene'er they wave their Fair nymphs, and well-dreft youths, around her Amid the circle on the gilded mast, [wings. But ev'ry eye was fixt on her alone. [Thone, Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd ; On her white breast a sparkling cross the wore, His purple pinions op'ning to the sun, Which Jews might kils, and Infidels adore. He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun : Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear: Quick as her eyes, and as infixt as thote : Fays, fairies, genii, cives, and dæmons, hear ! Favours to none, to all the smiles extends; Ye know the Ipheres and various talks allign'd Oft she rejects, but never once offends.
By laws eternal to th' aërial kind. Bright as the fun her eyes the gazers ftrike, Sonne in the fields of pureft æther play, And, like the sun, they thine on all alike. And bask and whiten in the blaze of day: Yet graceful cafe, and fiveetness void of pride, Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: Or roll the planets through the boundless sky: If to her share some female errors fall,
jome, lets rctin'd, bcncath the moon's pale light, Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all. Puifue the stars that shoot athwart the night,
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Or fuck the mists in grosser air below, Nourish'd two Locks, which gracefulhung behind or dip their pinions in the painted bow, In equal curls, and well confpir'd to deck Or brew fierce tempests on the wint'ry main, With thining ringlets the imooth ir’ry neck. Or o'er the glebe dittil the kindly rain: Love in these labyrinths his Naves detains, Others on earth o'er human race preside, And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. Watch all their ways, and all their actions guidc: With hairy springes we the birds betray; Of these the chief the care of nations own, Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey; And guard with arms divine the British throne. Fair treffes man's imperial race ensnare,
Our humbler province is to tend the Fair, And beauty draws us with a single hair. Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care;
Th’advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir'd: To save the powder from too rude a gale,
To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; By force to ravith, or by fraud betray;
To steal from rainbows, ere they drop in thow'rs, For, when success a Lover's toil attends, A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs, Fow ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends. Allift their blushes, and inspire their airs;
For this, ere Phæbus rose, he had implor'd Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow, Propitious Heaven, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd; To change a flounce, or add a furbelow. But chiefly Love-to Love an altar built
This day black omens threat the brightest fair Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. Chat e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care ; There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves; Some dire disaster, or by force, or flight ; And all the trophies of his former loves : But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night, With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, And breathes three am'rous lighs to raise the fire or some frail China jar receive a flaw;
Or stain her honour, or her new brocade ; Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites,
Each band the number of the facred nine.
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of speciai note, For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, We truit ta’ important charge, the Petticoat : Are, as when women, wondrous fond of place. Oft have we known that feven-fold fence to fail, Behold, four kings in majesty rever'd,
Tho'fiff with hoops, and arm’d with ribs of whale: With hoary whiskers and a forky beard ;
Whatever fpirit, careless of his charge, Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band,
The skilful nymph reviews her force with care; Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye: Let Spades be trumps ! The said, and trumps they Gums and pomatums shall his fight restrain, While clogg'd he beats his liiken wings in vain ; Now move to war her sable matadores, Or alumn ftyptics with contracting pow'r In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors. Shrink liis thin ellence like a thrivellid flow'r : Spadillio first, unconquerable lord ! Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch fhill feel Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board. The giddy motion of the whirling mill; As many inore Manillio forc'd to yield, In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow, And march'd a victor from the verdant field. And tremble at the sea that froths below! Him Batto follow'd, but his fate more hard
He spoke; the spirits from the fails descend; Gain'd but one trump, and one Plebeian card. Soine, orb in orb, around the nymph extend;
With his broad sabre next, a chief in years, Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair ; The hoary Majesty of Spades appears, Some hang upon the per.dants of her ear; Puts forth one manly leg, to fight revealid, With beating hearts the dire event they wait, The rest his many-colour'd robe conceald. Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate. The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage,
Proves the just vi&tim of his royal rage.
E’en mighty Pam, that Kings and Queens o'er. CLOSE by those meads, for ever crown'd with threw, flow'rs,
And mow'd down armies in the fights of Loo, WhereThames withpride surveys his rising tow'rs, Sad chance of war!' now destitute of aid, There stands a structure of inajestic frame, Falls undistinguith'd by the victor Spade ! Which from the nçighb'ring Hampton takes its Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;
Now to the Baron fate inclines the field. Here Britain's statesmen of the fall foredom His warlike Amazon her hoft invades, Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home ; Th’imperial confort of the crown of Spades. Here thou, great Anna! whom ihree realms obey, The Club's black tyrant first her victim died, Dort sometimes counsel take, and sometimes tea. Spite of his haughty micn, and barb'rous pride ;
Hither the heroes and the nymphs refort, What boots the regal circle on his head; To taste awhile the pleasures of a court; His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; In various talk ih'inttructive hours they pass’d, That long behind he trails his pompous robe, Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; And, of all monarchs, only graips the globe ? Onc speaks the glory of the British Queen, The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace; And onc defcribes a charming Indian Icreen; Th’embroider'd King who thews but half his face, A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; And his refulgent Queen, with pow'rs combin'd, At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
Of broken troops an easy conquest find. Snuff, or the fan, fupply each pause of chat; Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder seen, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all tout. With throngs promiscuous strow the level
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, Thus when dispers’d a routed army runs, The fun obliquely ihoots his burning ray; Of Ana's troops, and Afric's fable fons, The hungry jadyes foon the sentence fign, With like confusion diff'rent nations fly, And wreiches hang, that jurymen may dine; Of various habit, and of various dye; The merchant froin th’Exchange returis in peace, The pierc'd battalions disunited fait And the long labours of the toilct cease. In heaps on heaps ; one fate o'erwhelms them all.
The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, Ev’n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, And wins (oh shameful chance!) the Queen of A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd ; Hearts.
Fate urg'd the theers, and cut thc Sylphi in twain, At this, the blood the virgin's check forsook ; But airy subttance foon unites again : A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look; The meeting points the sacred hair dislever Slic lecs, and trenibles at th' approaching ill, From the fair head, for ever, and for ever! Just in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.
Then flalh'd the living lightning from her
eyes, And now (as oft in fome distemper'd state) And screams of horror rend th' atfrighted skics. On one nice trick depends the gen'ral fate. Not louder thrieks to pitying heaven are cast An Ace of Hearts steps forth : the King, unseen, When husbands or when lapdogs breathe their Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive Queen :
Or when rich China vessels, fallen from high, He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie ! And falls like thunder on the proftrate Ace. Let wrtaths of triumph now my temples twive, The Nymph exulcing fills with shouts the sky; The Victor cried; the glorious prize is mine! The walls, the woods, and long canals reply. While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,
O thoughtless mortals ! ever blind to fate, Or in a coach and six the British Fair,
As long as Atalantis shall be read,
For, lo! the board with cups and spoons is When num'rous wax-lights in brightorder blaze;
So long my honour, name, and praise Thall live! The filver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze: What Time would spare, from Steel roccives its From filver spouts the grateful liquors glide, And monuments, like men, submit to fate! (date, While China's earth receives the finoking tide: Steel could the labour of the Gods destroy, At once they gratify their icent and taste, And strike to dust th' imperial tow’rs of Troy : And frequent cups prolong the rich repaft. Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, Straight hover round the Fair her airy band : And hei triumphal arches to the ground. Sorme, as the fipp'd, the fuming liquor fann'd; What wonder, then, fair Nyınph! thy hairs should Some o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd, The conqu’ring force of unresisted steel? (feel Trembling, and conscicus of the rich brocade. Coffee (which makes the politician wife,
CANTO IV. And fee thro' all things with his half-Nut cyes) BUTanxious cares the pensive nymphoppressid, Sent up in vapours to the Baron's brain And secret pallions labour'd in her brealt, New stratagems, the radiant Lock to gain. Not youthful kings in battle fciz'd alive, Ah cease, rath youth! defitt ere 'tis too late, Not scornful virgins who their charms survive, Fear the just Gods, and think of Scylla's fate ! Not ardent lovers robb’d of all their bliss, Chang'd to a bird, and sent to hit in air, Not ancient ladies when refus'd a kiss, She dearly pays for Nifus' injur'd hair! Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die,
But when to mischicf mortals bend their will, Not Cynthia when her mantua 's pinn'd awry, How soon they find fit instruments of ill! E'er felt such rage, resentment, and despair, Just then Clarissa drew, with tempting grace, As thou, sad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair. A two-cdg'd weapon from her thining cafe: For that iad mument, when the Sylphs witha $o Ladies, in romance, afsift their Knight, And Ariel weeping from Belinda flow, (drew, Present the spear, and arm him for the fight. Umbriel, a duíky, melancholy sprite, Me takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends As ever sullied ihe fair face of light, The little engine on his fingers' ends;
Down to the central earth, his proper scene, This just behind Belinda's neck he pread, Repair d, to search the gloomy cave of Spleen, As o'cr thc fragrant ftcam she bends her head. Swift on his footy pinions Aits the Gnoic, Swift to the Lock a thousand sprites repair, And in a vapour reach'd the dilinal dome. A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; No cheerful brecze this fullen region knows : And thrice they twicch'd the diamond in her car; The dreaded East is all the wind that blows. Thrice she look'd back,and thrice the foedrewncar. Here, in a groito shelter'd close from air, Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought And screen din fhades from day's detested glare, The clofe recesses of the Virgin's thought : She fighs for ever on her pensive bed, As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head. He watch'd thideas rising in her mind,
Two handmaids wait the throne; alike in place,
The Peer now spreads the glitt'ring forfex wide, noons,
There Affcêtation, with a sickly mien, Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, Shews in her cheek the roses of eightcen; And fierce Thaleftris fans the rising fire. Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside, wretched maid! the spread her hands, and cried, Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; (While Hampton's cchoes Wretched maid! reOn the rich quilt links with becoming woe, Was it for this you took such constant care (plied) Wrapt in a gown, for fickness, and for show. The bodkin, comb, and eflence to prepare ? The fair ones feel such maladies as these, For this your Locks in paper durance bound, When each new night-dress gives a new disease. For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around!
A constant vapour o'er the palace fies, For this with fillets (train d your tender head, Strange phantoirs rising as the mists arise ; And bravely bore the double loads of lead! Dreadful as hermits' dreams in haunted thades, Gods! Thalí the ravilher display your hair, Or bright as visions of expiring maids:
While the fops envy, and the ladies ftare ! Now glaring fiends, and inakes on rolling spires, Honour forbid! at whose unrivall'd shrine Pale fpectres, gaping tombs, and purple fircs ; Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign. Now lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes, Methinks already I your tears survey, And crystal domes, and angels in machines. Already hear the horrid things they say ;
Unnumber'd throngs on ev'ry side are seen Already see you a degraded toast, Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Splecn. And all your honour in a whisper loft! Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, How thall I, then, your helpless fame defend : One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: 'Twill then be infamy to seem your friend! A pipkin there, like Homer's tripod, walks ; And skall this prize, th' inestimable prize, Here sighs a jar, and there a goose-pye talks ; Expos d thro' crystal to the gazing eyes, Men prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works, And heighten'd by the diamond's circling rays, And maids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. On that rapacious hand for ever blaze ?
Safe pals’d the Gnome thro' this fantastic band, Sooner shall grass in Hyde-park Circus grow, A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand : And wits take lodgings in the found of Bow; Then thus address’d the Pow'r :~Hail, wayward Sooner let tarth, air, tea, to chaos fall; Queen!
Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perith all! Who rule the fex to fifty from hfteen :
She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, Parent of rapours, and of femalc wit,
And bids her beau demand the precious hairs Win give th' nyiteric or poetic fit;
(Sir Plume of amber inuff-box justly vain, On various tempers aćt, by various ways, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane): Make some take piylic, others scribble plays; With earnest eves, and round unthinking face, Who cause the proud their vifits to delay, He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case, And send the godly in a pet to pray.
And thus broke out"
My Lord, why, what the A Nympi. there is, that all thy pow'r disdains,
“ devil! And thousands more in equal mirth maintains. “ Z--ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, you must But, oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace, " Plague on 't! 'tis past a jest-nay, prithee, pox! Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
“ Give her the hair !"-he spoke, and repp
d his Like citron-water's natrons' checks in flame,
box. Or change complexions at a losing gaine ; Ir grieves me much (replied the Peer again) }f c'er with airv horas I planted heads, Who ipoaks so well Mould ever speak in vain; Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbicd beds, But by this Lack, this sacred Lock, I swear Or caus'd suspicion when no foul was rude, (Which never more thall join its parted hair ; Or discompos'd the head-dress of a prude, Which never more its honours shall renew, Or c'er to costire lapdog gave discalc
Clipp'd froin the lovely head where late it grew), Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease; That while my noftrils draw the viral air, Hear me, and couch Belinda with chagrin: This hand, which won it, Thail for ever wear. Tliat fingle act gives half the world the spleen. He spoke, and speaking in proud triumph spread
The Goddeis, with a discontented air, The long-contended honours of her head. Scems to reject hiin, tho' the grants his pray'r. But Umbriel, hateful Gnome ! forbears not so; A wondrous bag with both her hands the binds, He breaks the vial whence the sorrows Aow. Like that where once Ulydes held the winds; Then, sec ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears, There the colleets the force of female lungs, Her eyes half-languishing, half-drown'd in tears ; Sighs, fobs, and paflions, and the war of tongues. On her heav'd bolom hung her drooping head, A vial next the hills with fainting fears, Which with a figh she rais'd, and thus the said: Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. For ever curs d be this detested day, The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Which snatch'd my best, my fav'rite curl away! Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to Happy, ah ten times happy, had I been, day.
If Hampton-Court these eyes had never seen! Sunk in Thalestris' arms the Nymph he found, Yet am not I the first mistaken maid Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. By love of courts to num'rous ills betray'd. Full o'er their heads the riveiling bag he rent,
Oh had I rather unadmir'd remain'd And all the Furies itsued at the roat.
in some lonc ille, or diftant northern land;
[“ be civil!
Where the gilt chariot never marks the way, All side in parties, and begin th'attack :
So when boid Hoiner makes the Gods engage,
Blue Neptune storms, the bellowing deeps resound: See the poor remnants of these sighted hairs ! Earth thakes her nodding tow'rs, the ground gives My hands fhall rend what ev in thy rapine spares: And the pale ghosts start at the fath of day! [ivay, These, in two fable ringlets taught to break, Triumphant Umbriel on a sconce's height Once gave rew beauties to the Inowy neck; Clapp'd his glad wings, and fat to view the fight: The litcr lock now fits uncouth, alone, Propt on their bodkin spears, the sprites survey And in iis fellow's fate foresees its own; The growing combat, or aslift the fray. Uncurld it bangs, the fatal theers demands, While thro' the press enrag'd Thaleftris flics, And tempts once more thy facrilegious hands. And scatters deaths around from both her eyes, Oh hadít chou, cruel ! been content to seize A beau and witling perish'd in the throng; Hairs less in fight, or any hairs but these ! One died in mctaphor, and one in song,
"O cruel nymph! a living death I bear,"
Cried Dapperwit, and funk beside his chair. SHE said: the pitying audience mcit in tears; A mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards cast; But Fate and love had ltopp'd the Baron's cars. “ Those eyes are made fo killing!”-was his last. In vain Thalcftris with reproach assails; Thus on Mæander's flow'ry margin lies For who can more when fair Belinda fails? Th’expiring Swan, and as he sings he dies. Not half ro fix'd the Trojan could remain,
When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down, While Anna begg’d, and Dido rag'd in vain. Chloe stepp'd in, and kill'd himn with a frowa; Then
grave Clarifia graceful wav'd her fan; She smild to see the doughty hero lain ; Silence ensued, and thus the nymph began : But, at her finile, the beau reviv'd again.
Say, why are beauties prais'd' and honour'd most, Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air,
Nor fear'd the chief th'unequal fight to try, Unless good sense preierve what beauty gains : Who fought no more than on his foe to die. That men may lay, when we the front-box grace, But this bold lord, with manly strength endued, Belioid the firit in virtue as in face!
She with one finger and a thumb subdued : Oh' if to dance all night, and dress all day, Just where the breath of lite his nostrils drew, Charm'd the finall-pox, or chas'd old age away, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw; Who would not scorn what housewife's cares The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just, produce,
The pungent grains of titillating duft. Or who would learn one earthly thing of use? Sudden with ftarting tears each eye o'erflows, To patch, nay ogle, might become a faint; And the high dome re-echoes to his note. Nor could it iure be such a fin to paint.
Now mect thy fate, incens'd Belinda cried, But lince, alas! frail beauty mult decay ; And drew a deadly bodkin from her side Curld or uncurl'd, since locks will turn to grey ;(( The same, his ancient personage to deck, Since painted, or not painted, all thall fade; Ver great-great-grandfire wore about his neck, And the who scorns a man muft die a maid ; In three seal rings; which, after melted down, What then remains, but well our pow'r to use, Form'd a valt buckle for his widow's gown: And keep good-humour still, whate'er we lose? Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew, And trust ine, dear! gond-humour can prevail, The bells the jingled, and the whistle blew; When airs, and fights, and screams, and scolding Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs,
Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears). Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Boait not my fall, he cried, insulting foe! Charms strike the fight, but merit wins the soul. Thou by some other shalt be laid as low:
So spoke the dame, but no applause ensued ; Nor think, to die dejects my lofty mind; Belinda frown'd, Thalestris cali'd her Prude. All that I dread is leaving you behind ! To arins, to arms! the fierce Virago cries, Rather than so, ah let me still survive, And swift as lightning to the combat fies, , And burn in Cupid's fames-but burn alive.