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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 :

Favours to none, to all the smiles extends,
Oft she rejects, but never once offends.
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike,
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride I5
Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide :
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind
In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck
With thining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck:




Love in these labyrinths his flaves detains,
And mighty hearts are held in slender chains.
With hairy springes we the birds betray,

Slight lines of hair surprize the finny prey,
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Th’advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir'd,
He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir'd.
Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way,
By force to Mvish, or by fraud betray;
For when success a Lover's toil attends,
Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends.
For this, e'er Phæbus rose, he had implor'd

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,
The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides;
While melting music steals upon the sky,
And foften'd sounds along the waters die;
Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play,.
Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay.
All but the Sylph--with careful thoughts oppreft,
Th’ impending woe sate heavy on his breast.
He summons strait his Denizens of air;

The lucid squadrons round the fails repair :
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath.
Some to the fun their insect wings unfold,
Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold;

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Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight,
Their fluid bodies half diffolv'd in light.
Loose to the wind their airy garments flew,
Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew,
Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies,

Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes,
While ev'ry beam new tranfient colours Hings,
Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.
Amid the circle, on the gilded mast,
Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd;

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;


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Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow,
To change a Flounce, or add a Furbelow.

This day black Omens threat the brightest fair
That e'er desery'd' a watchful spirit's care;
Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight;
But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night.
Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, 105
Or some frail China jar receive a flaw,
Or stain her honour, or her new brocade,
Forget her pray’rs, or miss a masquerade,
Or lose her heart, or necklace, at a ball;
Or whether Heay'n has doom'd that Shock muft fall. 110
Hafte then, ye spirits ! to your charge repair ;
The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care;
The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign;
And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine;
Do thou, Crispiffa, tend her fav’rite Lock; 115
Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock.

To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
We trust th’important charge, the Petticoat :
Oft' have we known that seven-fold fence to fail,
Tho' ftiff with hoops, and arm'd with ribs of whale.
Porm a strong line about the filver bound,
And guard the wide circumference around.

Whatever fpirit, careless of his charge,
His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large,
Shall feel sharp vengeance foon o’ertake his fins, 125
Be stop'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins ;
Or plung’d in lakes of bitter washes lie,
Or wedg'd whole

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!






He spoke; the spirits from the fails descend;
Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend;
Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair;
Some hang upon the pendants of her ear;
With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.


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