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AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM.
When kind occasion prompts their warm desires,
When music softens, and when dancing fires ?
the most energetic brevity, as well as of expanding through the instigation of a catholic friend, vt 'T them into passages distinguished by every poetic the ceremonies of that religion, he quietly earsti ornament. The origin of this essay is, however, on May 30th, 1744, at the age of fifty-sil
. # generally ascribed to Lord Bolingbroke, who was was interred at Twickenham, where a monuse adopted by the author as his “ guide, philosopher, was erected to his memory by the commentator a FO and friend;" and there is little doubt that, with legatee of his writings, bishop Warburton. respect to mankind in general, Pope adopted, with Regarded as a poet, while it is allowed that Pw out always fully understanding, the system of was deficient in invention, his other qualificata 1) Bolingbroke.
will scarcely be disputed ; and it will generally w On his works in prose, among which a collection admitted that no English writer has carried o of letters appears conspicuous, it is unnecessary here greater degree correctness of versification, strement to remark. His life was not prolonged to the pe- and splendour of diction, and the truly poetium riod of old age : an oppressive asthma indicated an power of vivifying and adorning every subject the L early decline, and accumulated infirmities inca- he touched. The popularity of his productions la Tu pacitated him from pursuing the plan he had been proved by their constituting a school of English formed for new works. After having complied, ! poetry, which in part continues to the present time
1s Or virgins visited by angel-powers, THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. With golden crowns
and wreaths of heavenly howers; Hear, and believe ! thy own importance knew,
Nor bound thy narrow views to things below.
To maids alone and children are reveal'd; Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
What, though no credit doubting wits may give
, Sed juvat, hoc precibus me tribnisse tuis.
The fair and innocent shall still believe.
Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fis,
The light militia of the lower sky:
These, though unseen, are ever on the wing,
Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring. Whar dire offence from amorous causes springs, Think what an equipage thou hast in air, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, And view with scorn two pages and a chair
. I sing—this verse to Caryl, Muse! is due : As now your own, our beings were of old, This ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view :
And once enclos'd in woman's beauteous mould ; Slight is the subject, but not so the praise. Thence, by a soft transition, we repair If she inspire, and he approve my lays.
From earthly vehicles to these of air.
นา Say what strange motive, goddess could compel Think not, when woman's transient breath is fired A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle?
That all her vanities at once are dead : O say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd, Succeeding vanities she still regards, Could make a gentle belle reject a lord ?
And though she plays no more, o'erlooks the card's In tasks so bold, can little men engage ?
Her joy in gilded chariots, when alive, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage? And love of ombre, after death survive.
Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray, For when the fair in all their pride expire, And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the day : To their first elements their souls retire: Now lap-dogs give themselves the rouzing shake, The sprites of fiery termagants in flame And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake : Mount up, and take a Salamander's name. Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground, Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And the press'd watch return'd a silver sound. . And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea Belinda still her downy pillow prest,
The graver prude sinks downward to a Gnome, Her guardian Sylph prolong'd the balmy rest : In search of mischief still on Earth to roam 'Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed
The light coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair
, The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head.. And sport and flutter in the fields of air. A youth more glittering than a birth-night beau “ Know farther yet ; whoever fair and chaste (That ev'n in slumber caus'd her cheek to glow) Rejects mankind, is by some Sylph embrac'd: Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay,
For, spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease And thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say: Assume what sexes and what shapes they please. “ Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care What guards the purity of melting maids
, Of thousand bright inhabitants of air !
In courtly balls, and midnight masquerades If e'er one vision touch thy infant thought, Safe from the treacherous friend, the daring spark
, Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught ; The glance by day, the whisper in the dark, Of airy elves by moonlight shadows seen, The silver token, and the circled green,
is but their Sylph, the wise celestials know, The busy Sylphs surround their darling care : sough honour is the word with men below. These set the head, and those divide the hair ; “ Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; face,
And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. 5r life predestin'd to the Gnome's embrace. hese swell their prospects, and exalt their pride, hen offers are disdain'd, and love deny'd : hen gay ideas crowd the vacant brain,
CANTO II. "hile peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping train, "nd garters, stars, and coronets appear,
Nor with more glories in th’ ethereal plain, "nd in soft sounds, your grace' salutes their ear. The Sun first rises o'er the purpled main, "'is these that early taint the female soul,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams istruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll,
Lanch'd on the bosom of the silver'd Thames. each infant cheeks a bidden blush to know, Fair nymphs and well-dress’d youths around her nd little hearts to flutter at a beau.
shone, 1: « Oft, when the world imagine women stray, But every eye was fix'd on her alone. he Sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way,
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, hrough all the giddy circle they pursue,
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. nd old impertinence expel by new.
Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, hat tender maid but must a victim fall
Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those : o one man's treat, but for another's ball ?
Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Then Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand, Oft she rejects, but never once offends. gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand? Bright as the Sun, her eyes the gazers strike, ith varying vanities, from every part,
And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike. hey shift the moving Toy-shop of their heart; Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void
of pride, There wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword- Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : knots strive,
If to her share some female errours fall, 'eaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive. Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. his erring mortals levity may call;
This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, nh, blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all. Nourish'd two locks, which graceful hung behind,
“ Of these am I, who thy protection claim, In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck :: watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
With shining ringlets the smooth ivory neck. ate, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air,
Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains, in the clear mirror of thy ruling star
And mighty hearts are held in slender chains. saw, alas ! some dread event impend,
With hairy springes we the birds betray; 're to the main this morning sun descend; Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey ; But Heaven reveals not what, or how, or where Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, Varn’d by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware! And Beauty draws us with a single hair. his to disclose is all thy guardian can:
Th’adventurous baron the bright locks aı'mir'd; Beware of all, but most beware of man!" [long, He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir’d.
He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. By force to ravish, or by fraud betray ; I'was then, Belinda, if report say true,
For when success a lover's toil attends, l'hy eyes first open'd on a billet-doux ;
Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends. Wounds, charms, and ardours were no sooner rcad, For this, ere Phæbus rose, he had implor'd But all the vision vanish'd from thy head.
Propitious Heaven, and every power ador'd;
Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt.
With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre,
Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Trembling, begins the sacred rites of Pride. Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize : Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The powers gave ear, and granted half his prayer ; The various offerings of the world appear; The rest, the winds dispers'd in empty air. From each she nicely culls with curious toil,
But now secure the painted vessel glides, And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides : This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
While melting music steals upon the sky, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
And soften'd sounds along the waters die ; The tortoise here and elephant unite,
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gentle play, Transform’d to combs, the speckled and the white. | Belinda smild, and all the world was gay, Here files of pins extend their shining rows, All but the Sylph — with careful thoughts opprest, Puffs, powders, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. Th' impending woe sat heavy on his breast. Now awful Beauty puts on all its arms;
He summons straight his denizens of air ; The fair each moment rises in her charms,
The lucid squadrons round the sails repair : Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace,
Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : That seem'd but zephyrs to the train beneath. Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
Some to the Sun their insect wings unfold, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold ;
Led off two captive trumps, and swept the band.
C Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain, Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light.
While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vair; Loose to the wind their airy garments few, Or alum styptics with contracting power Thin glittering textures of the filmy dew,
Shrink his thin essence like a shrivell'd flower:
H Dipp'd in the richest tinctures of the skies, Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes, The giddy motion of the whirling mill, While every beam new transient colours Alings, In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow,
TI Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings. And tremble at the sea that froths below!"
P Amid the circle on the gilded mast
He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend:
T! Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd ;
Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend;
T His purple pinions opening to the Sun,
Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair ;
P He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun :
Some hang upon the pendants of her ear ;
E “ Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear ; With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Demons, hear! Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate. Ye know the spheres, and various tasks assign'd By laws eternal to th' aèrial kind. Some in the fields of purest ether play,
CANTO III. And bask and whiten in the blaze of day; Some guide the course of wandering orbs on high, Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flowers in Or roll the planets through the boundless sky; Where Thames with pride surveys his rising torr. Some, less refin’d, beneath the Moon's pale light There stands a structure of majestic frame, Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Which from the neighbouring Hampton takes as Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow,
Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Or brew fierce tempests on the wintery main, Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms eter, Others on carth o'er human race preside,
Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes to Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide : Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, Of these the chief the care of nations own, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court; And guard with arms divine the British throne. In various talk th' instructive hours they past
, “ Our humbler province is to tend the fair, Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last ; Not a less pleasing, though less glorious care ; One speaks the glory of the British queen, To save the powder from too rude a gale,
And one describes a charming Indian screet; Nor let th’ imprison'd essences exhale ;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes ; To draw fresh colours from the vernal flowers ;
At every word a reputation dies.
Time A brighter wash ; to curl their waving hairs, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs;
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of dis, Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow,
The Sun obliquely shoots his burning ray: To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, “ This day, black omens threat the brightest fair And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine ; That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care : The merchant from th' Exchange returns in parte h Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight ;
And the long labours of the toilet cease. But what, or where, the Fates have wrapp'd in night. Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites, Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Burns to encounter two adventurous knights
, Or some frail china-jar receive a flaw.:
At Ombre singly to decide their doom; Or stain her honour, or her new brocade;
And swells her breast with conquests yet to come Forget her prayers, or miss a masquerade ; Straight the three bands prepare in arms to joiz, Or lose her heart, or necklace at a ball;
Each band the number of the sacred nine. Or whether Heaven has doom'd that Shock must Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aërial guard fall.
Descend, and sit on each important card : Haste then, ye spirits ! to your charge repair : First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore, The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ;
Then each according to the rank they bore ; The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign;
For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient rate, And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine ;
Are, as when women, wondrous fond of plece
. Do thou, Crispissa, tend her favourite lock;
Behold, four kings in majesty rever'd, Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock.
With hoary whiskers and a forky beard ; “ To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note, And four fair queens, whose hands sustain a forel, We trust th' important charge, the petticoat: Th' expressive emblem of their softer power ; Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail, Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band; Though stiff with hoops, and arm’d with ribs of Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand
And party-coloured troops, a shining train
, Form a strong line about the silver bound,
Drawn forth to combat on the velvet plain. And guard the wide circumference around.
The skilful nymph reviews her force with care “ Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, Let spades be trumps ! she said, and trumps they His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Now move to war her sable Matadores, Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins;
In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie,
Spadillio first, unconquerable lord ! Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye:
s many more Manillio forc'd to yield,
Ah cease, rash youth ; desist ere 'tis too late, ind march'd a victor from the verdant field. Fear the just Gods, and think of Scylla's fate! lim Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard Chang'd to a bird, and sent to fit in air, jain'd but one truinp, and one plebeian card. She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd hair! Vith his broad sabre next, a chief in years,
But when to mischief mortals bend their will, 'he hoary Majesty of Spades appears,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill! 'uts forth one manly leg, to sight revealid, Just then, Clarissa drew, with tempting grace, 'le rest, his many-colour'd robe conceal'd. A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case : 'he rebel knave, who dares his prince engage, So ladies, in Romance, assist their knight, 'roves the just victim of his royal rage.
Present the spear, and arm him for the tight. v'n mighty Pam, that kings and queenso’erthrew, He takes the gift with reverence, and extends and mow'd down arınies in the fights of Lu, The little engine on his fingers' ends; ad chance of war! now destitute of aid,
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, alls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade ! As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;
Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair, low to the baron Fate inclines the field.
A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair ; His warlike Amazon her host invades,
And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear; Tha' imperial consort of the crown of Spades. Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near. The Club's black tyrant first her victim dy'd, Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought pite of his haughty mien, and barbarous pride: The close recesses of the virgin's thought ; Vhat boots the regal circle on his head,
As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd, Jis giant limbs in state unwieldy spread;
He watch'd thi' ideas rising in her mind, hat long behind he trails his pompous robe, Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art, and, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe ? An earthly lover lurking at her heart. The baron now his Diamonds pours apace;
Amaz'd, confus’d, he found his power expir'd, Ch' embroider'd king who shows but half his face, Resign'd to fate, and with a sigh retir'd. and his refulgent queen, with powers combin'd, The peer now spreads the glittering forfex wide, Of broken troops an easy conquest find.
T enclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide. lubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder seen, Ev’n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, Vith throngs promiscuous strow the level green. A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos’d; "hus when dispers'd a routed army runs,
Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain, Of Asia's troops, and Afric's sable sons,
(But airy substance soon unites again,) Vith like confusion different nations fly,
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever Of various habit, and of various dye,
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever! The pierc'd battalions disunited fall,
Then flash'd the living lightning from hier eyes, n heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all. And screams of horrour rend th' affrighted skies.
The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, Not louder shrieks to pitying Heaven are cast, Ind wins (oh shameful chance !) the Queen of When husbands, or when lap-dogs, breathe their last! Hearts.
Or when rich China vessels, fallin from higli, It this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, In glittering dust and painted fragments lie! I livid paleness spreads o’er all her look ;
Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine The sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill, (The victor cry'd), the glorious prize is mine! ust in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.
While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,
As long as Atalantis shall be read,
O thoughtless mortals ! ever blind to fate, And monuments, like men, submit to Fate. Too soon dejected, and too soon elate.
Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, Sudden, these honours shall be snatch'd away, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; And curs'd for ever this victorious day.
Steel could the works of mortal pride confound,
The conquering force of unresisted steel?
Not ardent lovers robb'd of all their bliss, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes) Not ancient ladies when refus'd a kiss, Sent up in vapours to the baron's brain
Not tyrants tierce that unrepenting die,
E'er felt such rage, resentment, and despair, Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin ;
For, that sad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew, The goddess with a discontented air
Seems to reject him, though she grants lus prayu. Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite,
A wonderous bag with both her hands she bind
It As ever sully'd the fair face of light,
Like that where once Ulysses held the winds; Down to the central earth, his proper scene, There she collects the force of female lungs, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen. Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongue o Swift on his sooty pinions Aits the Gnome, A vial next she fills with fainting fears,
1 And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome.
Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows, The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, The dreaded east is all the wind that blows. Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to do Here in a grotto, shelter'd close from air,
Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. She sighs for ever on her pensive bed,
Full o'er their heads the swelling bag he renit, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
And all the Furies issued at the vent. Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place, Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, But differing far in figure and in face.
And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. (ope Here stood Îll-nature like an ancient maid, “ O wretched maid !” she spread her hands, mai Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd; (While Hampton's echoes, wretched maid! reply'd; With store of prayers, for mornings, nights, and · Was it for this you took such constant care noons,
The bodkin, comb, and essence, to prepare? Her hand is fillid; her bosom with lampoons. For this your locks in paper durance bound, There Affectation, with a sickly mien,
For this with torturing irons wreath'd around? Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen,
For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside,
And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign.
Already hear the horrid things they say,
How shall I, then, your helpless fame defend? Now glaring fiends, and snakes on rolling spires, "Twill then be infamy to seem your friend! Pale spectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires : And shall this prize, th' inestimable prize, Now lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes,
Expos'd through crystal to the gazing eyes, ha And crystal domes, and angels in machines. And heighten'd by the diamond's circling raps
Unnumber'd throngs on every side are seen, On that rapacious hand for ever blaze !
Safe past the Gnome through this fantastic band, and the nice conduct of a clouded cane,)
And thus broke out: - " My Lord, why, when the Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen :
devil ? Parent of vapours, and of female wit,
2-ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad, you must be Who give th’ hysteric, or poetic fit,
civil ! On various tempers act by various ways,
Plague on 't! 'tis past a jest — nay pr’ythee, per Make some take physic, others scribble plays; Give her the hair" — he spoke, and rapp'd luis bl. Who cause the proud their visits to delay,
“ It grieves me much (reply'd the peer agait, And send the godly in a pet to pray.
Who speaks so well should ever speak in rain; A nymph there is, that all thy power disdains, - But by this Lock, this sacred Lock, I swear, And thousands more in equal mirth maintains. (Which never more shall join its parted hair ; But, oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace,
Which never more its honours shall renew, Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grep, Like citron-waters, matrons' checks inflame, That while my nostrils draw the vital air, Or change complexions at a losing game;
This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear. If e'er with airy horns I planted heads,
He spoke, and, speaking, in proud triumph sprea! Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,
The long-contended honours of her head. Or caus'd suspicion where no soul was rude,
But Umbriel, hateful Gnome! forbears not ; Or discompos'd the head-dress of a prude,
He breaks the vial whence the sorrow's flow, Or e'er to costive lap-dog gave disease,
Then see! the nymph in beauteous grief appears. Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease :
Her eyes half-languishing, half-drown'd in tear;