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RAPE of the LOCK

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press’d, And secret passions labour'd in her breaft. Not youthful kings in battle feiz'd alive, Not scornful virgins who their charms survive Not ardent lovers robb’d of all their bliss, Not ancient ladies when refus’d a kiss, Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, Not Cynthia when her manteau's pinn' awry E'er felt such rage, resentment and despair, As thou, fad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair.

VARIATIONS. Ver. 11. For that fad moment, etc.] All the lines hence to the 94th verse that describe the house of Spleen: in the first Edition ; instead of them followed only these,

While her rack'd Soul repose and peace requires,

The fierce Thalestris fan: the rising fires.
And continued at the 941h Veric of this Canto. P.

17. iv. labday na gravi, etc.

VER. I. Virg.


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On the rich quilt finks with becoming woe, 35
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.
The fair-ones feel such maladies as these,
When each new night-dress gives a new disease.

A constant Vapour o'er the palace flies ;
Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise ; 40
Dreadful, as hermits dreams in haunted shades,
Or bright, as visions of expiring maids.
Now glaring fiends, and snakes on rolling spires,
Pale spectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires:
Now lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes, 45
And crystal domes, and Angels in machines.

Unnumber'd throngs on ev'ry side are seen, Of bodies chang’d to various forms by Spleen. Here living Tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: A Pipkin there, like Homer's Tripod walks ; 51 Here sighs a Jar, and there a Goose-pye talks ;

NOTES. VER. 41. Dreadful as hermits dreams in haunted shades, Or bright as visions of expiring maids.] The poet by this comparison would insinuate, that the temptations of the mortified recluses in the Church of Rome, and the extatic visions of their female faints were as much the effects of hypochondriac disorders, the Spleen, or, what was then the fashionable word, the l'apours, as any of the imaginary transformations he speaks of alicrwards.

Men prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works,
And maids turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks.
• Safe past the Gnome thro’ this fantastic band,
A branch of healing Spleenwort in his hand.
Then thus address’d the pow'r --- Hail wayward

Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen :
Parent of vapours and of female wit,
Who give th’ hysteric, or poetic fit, 60
On various tempers act by various ways,
Make some take physic, others scribble plays;
Who cause the proud their visits to delay,
And send the godly in a pet to pray.
A nymph there is, that all thy pow'r disdains, 65
And thousands more in equal mirth maintains.
But oh; if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace,
Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
Like Citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame,

Or change complexions at a losing game; 70 . If e'er with airy horns I planted heads. Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,

IMITATIONS. VER. 51. Homer's Tripod walks ; ] See Hom. Iliad xviii. of Vulcan’s walking Tripods. P.

Ver. 52. and there a Goose-pye talks.] Alludes to a real fact, a Lady of distinction imagined herself in this condition. P.

Or caus'd suspicion when no foul was rude,
Or discompos'd the head-dress of a Prude,
Or e'er to costive lap-dog gave disease, 75
Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease:
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin,
That single act gives half the world the spleen.

The Goddess with a discontented air
Seems to reject him, tho' the grants his pray'r. 80
A wond'rous Bag with both her hands she binds,
Like that where once Ulysses held the winds;
There she collects the force of female lungs,
Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues.
A Vial next fhe fills with fainting fears, 85
Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears.
The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away,
Spreads his black wings, and flowly mounts to day.

Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected and her hair unbound. 90 Full o’er their heads the swelling bag he rent, And all the Furies iffu'd at the vent. Belinda burns with more than mortal ire, And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. Owretched maid! The spread her hands, and cry'd, (While Hampton's echoes, wretched maid! reply'd)

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