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Belinda still her downy pillow prest,
Her guardian sylph prolong'd the balmy rest;
'Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed
The morning-dream that hover'd o'er her head :
A youth more glittering than a birthnight-beau,
(That ev’n in slumber caus'd her cheek to glow)
Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay,
And thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say:

• Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care
Of thousand bright inhabitants of air !
If e'er one vision touch'd thy infant thought,
Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught ;
Of airy elves by moonlight-shadows seen,
The silver token, and the circled green,
Or virgins visited by angel powers,
With golden crowns and wreaths of heavenly flowers;
Hear and believe! thy own importance know,
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 though no credit doubting wits may give ?
The fair and innocent shall still believe.
Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly,
The light militia of the lower sky:
These, though 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 inclos'd in woman's beauteous mould ;
Thence, by a soft transition, we repair
From earthly vehicles to those 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, though 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
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 embrac'd :
For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease
Assume what sexes and what shapes they please.
What guards the purity of melting maids,
In courtly balls, and midnight masquerades,
Safe from the treacherous friend, the daring spark,
The glance by day, the whisper in the dark ;
When kind occasion prompts their warm desires,
When musie softens, and when dancing fires ?
'Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know,
Though honour is the word with men below.
Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their

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

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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.


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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


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HAWKINS BROWNE. 1746-1760.
A Pipe of Tobacco I

ALLAN RAMSAY.. (1636–1763-
Sangs.-Peggy and Patie

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

The School-Mistress. In Initation of Spenser 186

195 m A Pastoral Ballad

- 196 The Sky-Lark

• 204 Jemmy Dawson. A Ballad

203 Song.-Flavia

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

The Tears of Scotland

THOMAS GRAY. 1716—1771.
Elegy. Written in a Country Church-Yard 222
Odes.-A distant Prospect of Eton College 225
To Adversity

The Bard.–Piudarickawake icotian) meg
The Progress of Poesy. Pindaric 234
On the Spring

237 On the Death of a favourite Cat • 239

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