THE

RAPE of the LOCK.

CANTO II.

OT with more Glories, in th' Etherial Plain,

The Sun first rises o'er the purpled Main,

Than iffuing forth, the Rival of his Beams

Lanch'd on the Bofom of the Silver Thames..

Fair Nymphs, and well-dreft Youths around her, Thone, But ev'ry Eye was fixt on her alone.

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On her white Breast a sparkling Crofs she wore,

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Which Jews might kifs, and Infidels adore.IA Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose,

Quick as her Eyes, and as unfix'd as thofe

Favours to none, to all the Smiles extends,
Oft the rejects, but never once offends.
Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike,
And, like the Sun, they fhine on all alike.
Yet graceful Eafe, and Sweetnefs void of Pride,
Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide :
If to her fhare fome Female Errors fall,

Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all

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This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind In equal Curls, and well confpir'd to deck T With fhining Ringlets her fmooth Iv'ry Neck: Love in thefe Labyrinths his Slavés detains,

And mighty Hearts are held in flender Chains.
With hairy Sprindges we the Birds betray,
Slight Lines of Hair furprize the Finney Prey, VOILI
Fair Treffes Man's Imperial Race infnare,
And Beauty draws us with a fingle Hair. wuros dow

Th' Advent'rous Baron the bright Locks admir'd, He faw, he wish'd, and to the Prize aspir'd:

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Refoly'd to win, he meditates the way, yol dioen 2

By Force to ravish, or by Fraud betray

For when Success a Loyer's Toilattends,

Few ask, if Fraud or Force attain'd his Ends..

For this,: e're Phoebus rofe, he had implor'd

Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry Pow'r ador'd,

But chiefly Love

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to Love an Altar built, de

Of twelve vaft French Romances, neatly gilt...

There laythree Garters, half a Pair of Gloves
And all the Trophies of his former Loyes.

With tender Billet-dok he lights the Pyre, ndr And breaths three am'rous Sighs to raise the Fire. Then proftrate falls, and begs with ardent Eyes I' Soon to obtain, and long poffefs the Prize: 1 min The Powis gave Ear, and granted half his Pray'r, The reft, the Winds difpers'd in empty Air.

But now fecure the painted Veffel glides,

The Sun-beams trembling on the floating Tydes,

While melting Mufick fteals

upon the Sky,