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RAPE OF THE LOCK.
CAN TO II,
NT with more glories, in th’etheriał plain,
The Sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than iffuing forth, the rival of his beams Launch'd on the bofom of the silver Thames. Fair Nymphs, and well-dreft Youths around her shone, s But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling Cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those :
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind,
Love in these labyrinths his flaves detains,
35 Propitious heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love- -to Love an altar built, Of twelve vaft French Romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves; And all the trophies of his former loves.
40 With tender Billet-doux he lights the pyre, , And breathes three am'rous fighs to raise the fire. Then proftrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize : The Pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray’r,
45 The rest, the winds dispers’d in empty air,
But now secure the painted vessel glides,
Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight,
70 His purple pinions op’ning to the fun, He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun.
Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear, Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Dæmons, hear! Ye know the spheres and various talks assign'd 75 By laws eternal to th' aerial kind. Some in the fields of purest Æther play, And bask and whiten in the blaze of day. Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Or roll the planets thro’ the boundless sky. Some less refin’d, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in groffer air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main,
85 Or o'er the glebe diftill the kindly rain. Others on earth o'er human race preside, Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of Nations own, And guard with Arms divine the British Throne.
90 Our humbler province is to tend the Fair; Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care : To save the powder from too rude a gale, Nor let th’imprison'd essences exhale ; To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; 95 To steal from rainbows e'er they drop in show'rs A brighter wash; to curl their waying hairs, Aflift their blushes, and inspire their airs;
Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow,
This day black Omens threat the brightest fair
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
Whatever fpirit, careless of his charge,
ages in a bodkin's eye: Gums and Pomatums shall his flight restrain, While clog’d he beats his filken wings in vain; 130 Or Alum ftyptics with contracting pow'r Shrink his thin effence like a shrivell’d flow'r: Or as Ixion fix'd, the wretch fhall feel The giddy motion of the whirling Mill, In fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow,
135 And tremble at the sea that froths below!