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Belinda still her downy pillow prest,
• Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care
The sprites of fiery termagants in flame
•Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste
face, For life predestin'd to the gnomes' embrace. These swell their prospects and exalt their pride, When offers are disdain'd, and love denied : Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain, While peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping train, And garters, stars, and coronets appear, And in soft sounds, “Your Grace' salutes their ear. 'Tis these that early taint the female soul, Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll, Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know, And little hearts to fiutter at a beau.
Oft, when the world imagine women stray, The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way; Through all the giddy circle they pursue, And old impertinence expel hy 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,
. Of these am I, who thy protection claim, A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name. Late, as I rang'd 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: Warn'd by thy sylph, O pious maid, beware! This to disclose is all thy guardian can: Beware of all, but most beware of man !' He said ; when Shock, who thought she slept too
long, Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue. 'Twas then, Belinda, if report say true, Thy eyes first open'd on a billet-doux ; Wounds, charms, and ardours, were no sooner read, But all the vision vanish'd from thy head.
And pow, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. First, rob'd in white, the nymph intent adores, With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs. A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; The' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear ; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
Born in Died in ALEXANDER POPE. 1688–1744. Page The Rape of the Lock
1 Eloisa to Abelard
22 An Essay on Criticism
31 Of the Use of Riches
51 Elegy to the Memory of an unfortunate Lady 67 Ode on St. Cecilia's Day
69 Messiah. A Sacred Eclogue
73 Epistle to Dr, Arbuthnot
76 AMBROSE PHILLIPS. 1671–1749. An Epistle to the Earl of Dorset
87 EDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765. Night 1.-On Life, Death, and Immortality 89 Night III.-Narcissa
101 Love of Fame.-Satire I.
• 115 On Women.-Satire V.
(GEORGE I. and GEORGE II.)
JAMES THOMSON. 1700—1748. The Castle of Indolence
138 Hymn on Solitude
- 157 On the Death of his Mother
158 BYRON. 1691-1763. Phæbe.-A Pastoral
161 DAVID MALLET. 1700—1765. Edwin and Emma.
163 William and Margaret
iv Il Tg. CONTENTST TWITZ
174 3 Hid from himself").
175 Speak on, speak thus
ib. When hope was quite sunk
176 At setting day and rising morny. 177 The bonny grey-ey'd morning
ib. WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. The Passions.-An Ode for Music
178 Ode to Fear
181 Ode to Evening
183 Dirge in Cymbeline
195 m A Pastoral Ballad
- 196 The Sky-Lark
• 204 Jemmy Dawson. A Ballad
205 GILBERT COOPER. Died in 1769. Song,-Away! let nought to love
207 LORD LYTTELTON. 1709-1773. Advice to a Lady
208 Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttelton 211
237 On the Death of a favourite Cat • 239