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wild brambles, and the hard oaks shall distil honey like dew.'

Isaiah, chap. xxxv. ver. 7. The parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitation of dragons, where each lay, shall be grass with Chap. lv. ver. 13. Inreeds and rushes.' stead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree.'

1 Isaiah, ch. xli. ver. 19, and ch. lv. ver. 13. 2 Ch. xi. ver. 6, 7, 8.

8 Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 21.

'Ipsa lacte domum referent distenta capella
Ubera, nec magnos metuent armenta leones.
Occidet et serpens, et fallax herba veneni
Occidet.'

"The goats shall bear to the fold their udders distended with milk: nor shall the herds be afraid of the greatest lions. The serpent shall die, and the herb that conceals poison shall die.'

Isaiah, chap. xi. ver. 6, &c. 'The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid, and the calf, and

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See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend!
See thy bright altars throng'd with pros-
trate kings,

And heap'd with products of Sabæan'
springs;

For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains
glow;

See Heav'n its sparkling portals wide dis-
play,

And break upon thee in a flood of day!
No more the rising sun 10 shall gild the

morn,

Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn;
But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rays, 101
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O'erflow thy courts: the light himself shall
shine

Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!
The seas 11 shall waste, the skies in smoke
decay,

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;

But fix'd his word, his saving power remains;

Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns!

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the young lion, and the fatling together; and a
And the lion
little child shall lead them.
And the sucking
shall eat straw like the ox.
child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the
weaned child shall put his hand on the cocka-
trice' den.'

* Ch. lxv. ver. 25.

5 Isaiah, ch. lx. ver. 1.

6 The thoughts of Isaiah, which compose the latter part of the poem, are wonderfully elevated, and much above those general exclamations of Virgil, which make the loftiest parts of his Pollio.

'Magnus ab integro sæclorum nascitur ordo
- toto surget gens aurea mundo!
- incipient magni procedere menses!
Aspice, venturo lætantur ut omnia sæclo!' &c.

The reader needs only to turn to the passages of Isaiah here cited.

7 Ch. Ix. ver. 4.

8 Ch. lx. ver. 3.
9 Ch. lx. ver. 6.

10 Isaiah ch. lx. ver. 19, 20.

11 Ch. li. ver. 6, and ch. liv. ver. 10.

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK

AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM

Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Bed juvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.
Mart. Epig. xii. 84.

'It appears by this motto,' says Pope, in a footnote supplied for Warburton's edition, 'that the following poem was written or published at the lady's request. But there are some other circumstances not unworthy relating. Mr. Caryll (a gentleman who was secretary to Queen Mary, wife of James II., whose fortunes he followed into France, author of the comedy of Sir Solomon Single, and of several translations in Dryden's Miscellanies) originally proposed it to him in a view of putting an end, by this piece of ridicule, to a quarrel that was risen between two noble families, those of Lord Petre and Mrs. Fermor, on the trifling occasion of his having cut off a lock of her hair. The author sent it to the lady, with whom he was acquainted; and she took it so well as to give about copies of it. That first sketch (we learn from one of his letters) was written in less than a fortnight, in 1711, in two cantos only, and it was so printed first, in a Miscellany of Bern. Lintot's, without the name of the author. But it was received so well that he made it more considerable the next year by the addition of the machinery of the Sylphs, and extended it to five cantos.'

TO MRS. ARABELLA FERMOR

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MADAM, - It will be in vain to deny that I have some regard for this piece, since I dedicate it to you. Yet you may bear me witness it was intended only to divert a few young ladies, who have good sense and good humour enough to laugh not only at their sex's little unguarded follies, but at their own. But as it was communicated with the air of a secret, it soon found its way into the world. An imperfect copy having been offer'd to a bookseller, you had the good-nature for my sake, to consent to the publication of one more correct: this I was forced to, before I had executed half my design, for the Machinery was entirely wanting to complete it.

The Machinery, Madam, is a term invented by the critics, to signify that part which the Deities, Angels, or Dæmons, are made to act in

a poem for the ancient poets are in one respect like many modern ladies; let an action be never so trivial in itself, they always make it appear of the utmost importance. These Machines I determined to raise on a very new and odd foundation, the Rosicrucian doctrine of Spirits.

I know how disagreeable it is to make use of hard words before a lady; but it is so much the concern of a poet to have his works understood, and particularly by your sex, that you must give me leave to explain two or three difficult terms. The Rosicrucians are a people I must bring you acquainted with. The best account I know of them is in a French book called La Comte de Gabalis, which, both in its title and size, is so like a novel, that many of the fair sex have read it for one by mistake. According to these gentlemen, the four elements are inhabited by Spirits, which they call Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders. The Gnomes, or Dæmons of earth, delight in mischief; but the Sylphs, whose habitation is in the air, are the best-conditioned creatures imaginable; for, they say, any mortal may enjoy the most intimate familiarities with these gentle spirits, upon a condition very easy to all true adepts, -an inviolate preservation of

chastity.

As to the following cantos, all the passages of them are as fabulous as the Vision at the beginning, or the Transformation at the end (except the loss of your hair, which I always mention with reverence). The human persons are as fictitious as the airy ones; and the character of Belinda, as it is now managed, resembles you in nothing but in beauty.

If this poem had as many graces as there are in your person or in your mind, yet I could never hope it should pass thro' the world half so uncensured as you have done. But let its fortune be what it will, mine is happy enough, to have given me this occasion of assuring you that I am, with the truest esteem, Madam,

Your most obedient, humble servant,
A. POPE.

CANTO I

WHAT dire offence from am'rous causes springs,

What mighty contests rise from trivial things,

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I sing This verse to Caryll, muse! is due:

This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays.

Say what strange motive, Goddess! could compel

A well-bred Lord t' assault a gentle Belle ? O say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd,

Could make a gentle Belle reject a Lord ? 10
In tasks so bold can little men engage,
And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty
rage?

Sol thro' white curtains shot a tim❜rous ray,

And oped those eyes that must eclipse the day.

Now lapdogs give themselves the rousing shake,

And sleepless lovers just at twelve awake: Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground,

And the press'd watch return'd a silver sound.

Belinda still her downy pillow prest,
Her guardian Sylph prolong'd the balmy

rest.

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Nor bound thy narrow views to things below.

Some secret truths, from learned pride conceal'd,

To maids alone and children are reveal'd: What tho' no credit doubting Wits may give?

The fair and innocent shall still believe. 40 Know, then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly,

The light militia of the lower sky:
These, tho' unseen, are ever on the wing,
Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the
Ring.

Think what an equipage thou hast in air,
And view with scorn two pages and a chair.
As now your own, our beings were of old,
And once inclosed in woman's beauteous
mould;

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Thence, by a soft transition, we repair
From earthly vehicles to these of air.
Think not, when woman's transient breath
is fled,

That all her vanities at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And, tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the
cards.

Her joy in gilded chariots, when alive,
And love of Ombre, after death survive.
For when the Fair in all their pride expire,
To their first elements their souls retire.
The sprites of fiery termagants in flame 59
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental tea.
The graver prude sinks downward to a
Gnome

In search of mischief still on earth to roam.
The light coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of air.

'Know further yet: whoever fair and chaste

Rejects mankind, is by some Sylph embraced;

For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with

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Thro' all the giddy circle they pursue,
And old impertinence expel by new.
What tender maid but must a victim fall
To one man's treat, but for another's ball?
When Florio speaks, what virgin could
withstand,

If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand?
With varying vanities, from every part,
They shift the moving toyshop of their
heart;

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Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive,

Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.

This erring mortals levity may call; Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.

'Of these am I, who thy protection claim, A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name. Late, as I ranged the crystal wilds of air, In the clear mirror of thy ruling star I saw, alas! some dread event impend, Ere to the main this morning sun descend, But Heav'n reveals not what, or how or where.

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Warn'd by the Sylph, O pious maid, beware!

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Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various off'rings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil,

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And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring spoil.

This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The tortoise here and elephant unite,
Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and
the white.

Here files of pins extend their shining rows,
Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux.
Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; 139
The Fair each moment rises in her charms,
Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face;
Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
The busy Sylphs surround their darling

care,

These set the head, and those divide the hair,

Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown;

And Betty's prais'd for labours not her

own.

CANTO II

Not with more glories, in th' ethereal plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams

Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fair nymphs, and well-dress'd youths around her shone,

But every 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 she smiles extends; 11 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,

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

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In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck.

Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains, And mighty hearts are held in slender

chains.

With hairy springes we the birds betray, Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey, Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Th' adventurous Baron the bright locks admired;

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He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspired.
Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way,
By force to ravish, or by fraud betray;
For when success a lover's toil attends,
Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his
ends.

For this, ere Phoebus rose, he had im-
plor'd

Propitious Heav'n, and every Power ador'd, But chiefly Love to Love an altar built Of twelve vast 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 sighs to raise the fire.

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Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold; Transparent forms too fine for mortal sight,

Their fluid bodies half dissolv'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 transient colours flings,

Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.

Amid the circle, on the gilded mast,
Superior by the head was Ariel placed; 70
His purple pinions opening to the sun,
He raised 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 tasks assign'd

By laws eternal to th' aërial kind.
Some in the fields of purest ether play,
And bask and whiten in the blaze of day:

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