319 Let fofter ftrains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, And, faft befide him, once fear'd Edward fleeps; Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, From old Belerium to the northern main. The grave unites; where e'en the great find reft, And blended lie th' oppreffor and th' oppreit! Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known, (Obfcure the place, and uninscrib'd the stone.) Oh fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion fhed! Heav'ns what new wounds! and how her old have 320 She faw her fons with purple death expire, Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire, A dreadful feries of inteftine wars, [bled! 325 At length great Anna faid, "Let difcord ceafe!" Old father Thames advanc'd his reverend head ; 330 Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides His fwelling waters, and alternate tides; The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll'd, 335 340 345 High in the midft, upon his urn reclin'd, (His fea-green mantle waving with the wind,) 350 The The god appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes 360 Hail, facred Peace! hail, long expected days, 355 That Thames's glory to the fears shall raise! Though Tyber's ftreans immortal Rome behold, Though foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold, From heav'n itself though fevenfold Nilus flows, And harvests on a hundred realms beftows; These now no more fhall be the Mufe's themes, Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams. Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons fhine, And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine, Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile train; Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign. No more my fons fhall dye with British blood Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood: Safe on my shore each unmolested fwain 365 Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain; 370 The fhady empire fhall retain no trace Of war or blood, but in the fylvan chace; The trumpet fleep, while cheerful horns are blown, And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone. Behold th' afcending villas on my fide, 375 Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide; Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase, And temples rife, the beauteous works of Peace. I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend! 389 There mighty nations fhall inquire their doom, The world's great oracle in times to come; There kings fhall fue, and fuppliant states be seen Once more to bend before a British Queen. 384 Thy trees, fair Windfor! now fhall leave their woods, And half thy forefts rush into the floods, Bear Britain's thunder, and her crof's difplay Where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole; Or Or under fouthern fkies exalt their fails, The pearly fhell its lucid globe infold, And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold. 391 395 400 The time fhall come, when, free as feas or wind, 405 415 Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable loves; 410 Here ceafe thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays, 420 4-26 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK, ΑΝ HEROI-COMICAL POEM. [Written in the Year 1712] то MRS. ARABELLA FERMOR, MADAM, IT will be in vain to deny that I have fome regard for this Piece, fince I dedicate it to you. Yet you may bear me witness, it was intended only to divert a few young ladies, who have good fenfe and good humour enough to laugh not only at their fex's little unguarded follies, but at their own. But as it was communicated with the air of a fecret, it foon found its way into the world. An imperfect copy having been offered to a bookfeller, you had the good-nature, for my fake, to confent to the publication of one more correct: this I was forced to before I had executed half my defign, for the machinery was entirely wanting to complete it. The machinery, Madam, is a term invented by the critics, to fignify that part which the deities, angels, or dæmons, are made to act in a poem : for the ancient poets are in one refpect like many modern ladies, let an action be ever fo trivial in itself, they always make it appear of the utmost import ance. Thefe machines I determined to raife on a very new and odd foundation, the Roficrufian doctrine of fpirits. I know how difagreeable it is to make use of hard. words before a lady; but it is fo much the concern of of a poet to have his works understood, and particularly by your fex, that you must give me leave to explain two or three difficult terms. The Reficrufians are a people I muft bring you acquainted with. The bett account I know of them is in a French book called Le Comte de Gabalis, which, both in its title and fize, is fo like a novel, that many of the fair fex have read it for one by miftake. According to thele gentlemen, the four elements are inhabited by fpirits, which they call Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders. The gnomes, or dæmons of earth, delight in mischief; but the fylphs, whofe habitation is in the air, are the beft-conditioned creatures imaginable: for they fay, any mortal may enjoy the most intimate familiarities with thefe gentle fpirits, upon a condition very eafy to all true adepts, an inviolate preservation of chastity. As to the following Cantos, all the paffages of them are as fabulous as the Vilion at the beginning, or the Transformation at the end; (except the lofs of your hair, which I always mention with reverence.) The human perlons are as fictitious as the airy ones; and the character of Belinda, as it is now managed, refembles you in nothing but in beauty. If this Poem had as many graces as there are in your perfon, or in your mind, yet I could never hope it fhould pafs through the world half fo uncenfured as you have done. But let its fortune be what it will, mine is happy enough, to have given me this occafion of afluring you that I am, with the truest esteem, MADAM, Your most obedient, humble fervant, A. POPE. |