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Points out the place of either yew;
MORNING. Now hardly here and there an hackney coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy Morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own; The slipshod 'prentice from his master's door Had pared the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dexterous
airs, Prepared to scrub the entry and the stairs. The youth with broomy stumps began to trace The kennel's edge, where wheels had worn the
place. The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep, Till drown’d in shriller notes of chimney-sweep. Duns at his lordship’s gate began to meet ; And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half
the street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees : The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
BORN 1688-DIED 1744.
FROM THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
And now, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. First, robed in white, the nymph intent adores, With head uncover'd, the cosmetic powers. A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears ; Th’ inferior priestess, at her altar 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. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform’d to combs, the speckled and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
The busy sylphs surround their darling care ; These set the head, and those divide the hair ; Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.
FROM THE SAME.
This day, black omens threat the brightest fair
To fifty chosen sylphs, of special note,
whale, Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around.
Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o’ertake his sins, Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins ; Or plunged in lakes of bitter washes lie, Or wedged whole ages in a bodkin's eye: Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain, While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or alum styptics, with contracting power, Shrink his thin essence like a shrivell’d flower : Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel The giddy motion of the whirling mill, In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow, And tremble at the sea that froths below!
He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend: Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend ; Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair ; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear ; With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious and trembling for the birth of fate.
DESCRIPTION OF OMBRE.
FROM THE SAME.
BEHOLD, four Kings in majesty revered,
The skilful nymph reviews her force with care: Let Spades be trumps ! she said, and trumps they
Now move to war her sable Matadores,
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield ;
The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace ; Th' embroider'd King who shows but half his face,