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The RAPE of the LOCK.
All ſide in Parties, and begin th' Attack;
Fans clap, Silks ruſsle, and tough Walebones crack;
Heroes and Heroins Shouts confus'dly riſe,
And baſe, and treble Voices ſtrike the Skies.
No common Weapons in their Hands are found,
Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal Wound:
Fans clap, Silks ruſsle, and tough Walebones crack;
Heroes and Heroins Shouts confus'dly riſe,
And baſe, and treble Voices ſtrike the Skies.
No common Weapons in their Hands are found,
Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal Wound:
[1]So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage,
And heav'nly Breaſts with human Paſſions rage;
'Gainſt Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes, Arms;
And all Olympus rings with loud Alarms.
Jove's Thunder roars, Heav'n trembles all around;
Blue Neptune ſtorms, the bellowing Deeps reſound;
Earth ſhakes her nodding Tow'rs, the Ground gives way:
And the pale Ghoſts ſtart at the Flaſh of Day!
And heav'nly Breaſts with human Paſſions rage;
'Gainſt Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes, Arms;
And all Olympus rings with loud Alarms.
Jove's Thunder roars, Heav'n trembles all around;
Blue Neptune ſtorms, the bellowing Deeps reſound;
Earth ſhakes her nodding Tow'rs, the Ground gives way:
And the pale Ghoſts ſtart at the Flaſh of Day!
Triumphant Umbriel on a Sconce's Height
Clapt his glad Wings, and ſate to view the Fight,
Propt on their Bodkin Spears the Sprights ſurvey
The growing Combat, or aſſiſt the Fray.
Clapt his glad Wings, and ſate to view the Fight,
Propt on their Bodkin Spears the Sprights ſurvey
The growing Combat, or aſſiſt the Fray.
- ↑ ⟨Homer Il. 20.⟩
