The Rape of the Lock/Canto II

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The Rape of the Lock by Alexander Pope
Canto II.
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THE


Rape of the Lock.


CANTO II.


NOT with more Glories, in th' Etherial Plain,

The Sun first prizes; o'er the purpled Main,

Than issuing forth, the Rival of his Beams

Lanch'd on the Bosom of the Silver Thames.

Fair Nymphs, and well-drest Youths around her shone,

But ev'ry Eye was fixt on her alone.

On her white Breast a sparkling Cross she wore,

Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.

Canto 2.

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Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose,

Quick as her Eyes, and as unfix'd as those:

Favours to none, to all she Smiles extends,

Oft she rejects, but never once offends.

Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike,

And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike.

Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride,

Might hide her Faults, if Belles had faults to hide:

If to her share some Female Errors fall,

Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all.


This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind,

Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind

In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck

With shining Ringlets her smooth Iv'ry Neck.

Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains,

And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains.

With hairy Sprindges we the Birds betray,

Slight Lines of Hair surprize the Finny Prey,

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race insnare,

And Beauty draws us with a single Hair.


Th' Adventrous Baron the bright Locks admir'd,

He saw, he wish'd, and to the Prize aspir'd:

Resolv'd to win, he meditates the way,

By Force to ravish, or by Fraud betray;

For when Success a Lover's Toil attends,

Few ask, if Fraud or Force attain'd his Ends.


For this, e're Phœbus rose, he had implor'd

Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry Pow'r ador'd,

But chiefly Love——to Love an Altar built,

Of twelve vast French Romances, neatly gilt.

There lay the Sword-knot Sylvia's Hands had sown:

With Flavia's Busk that oft had rapp'd his own:

A Fan, a Garter, half a Pair of Gloves;

And all the Trophies of his former Loves.

With tender Billet-doux he lights the Pyre,

And breathes three am'rous Sighs to raise the Fire.

Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent Eyes

Soon to obtain, and long possess the Prize:

The Pow'rs gave Ear, and granted half his Pray'r,

The rest, the Winds dispers'd in empty Air.


But now secure the painted Vessel glides,

The Sun-beams trembling on the floating Tydes,

While melting Musick steals upon the Sky,

And soften'd Sounds along the Waters die.

Smooth flow the Waves, the Zephyrs gently play

Belinda smil'd, and all the World was gay.

All but the Sylph——With careful Thoughts opprest,

Th' impending Woe sate heavy on his Breast.

He summons strait his Denizens of Air;

The lucid Squadrons round the Sails repair:

Soft o'er the Shrouds Aerial Whispers breathe,

That seem'd but Zephyrs to the Train beneath.

Some to the Sun their Insect-Wings unfold,

Waft on the Breeze, or sink in Clouds of Gold.

Transparent Forms, too fine for mortal Sight,

Their fluid Bodies half dissolv'd in Light.

Loose to the Wind their airy Garments flew,

Thin glitt'ring Textures of the filmy Dew;

Dipt in the richest Tincture of the Skies,

Where Light disports in ever-mingling Dies,

While ev'ry Beam new transient Colours flings,

Colours that change whene'er they wave their Wings.

Amid the Circle, on the gilded Mast,

Superior by the Head, was Ariel plac'd;

His Purple Pinions opening to the Sun,

He rais'd his Azure Wand, and thus begun.


Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your Chief give Ear,

Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Dæmons hear!

Ye know the Spheres and various Tasks assign'd,

By Laws Eternal, to th' Aerial Kind.

Some in the Fields of purest Æther play,

And bask and whiten in the Blaze of Day.

Some guide the Course of wandring Orbs on high,

Or roll the Planets thro' the boundless Sky.

Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light

Hover, and catch the shooting Stars by Night;

Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below,

Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow,

Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main,

Or o'er the Glebe distill the kindly Rain.

Others on Earth o'er human Race preside,

Watch all their Ways, and all their Actions guide:

Of these the Chief the Care of Nations own,

And guard with Arms Divine the British Throne.


Our humbler Province is to tend the Fair,

Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious Care.

To save the Powder from too rude a Gale,

Nor let th' imprison'd Essences exhale,

To draw fresh Colours from the vernal Flow'rs,

To steal from Rainbows ere they drop in Show'rs

A brighter Wash; to curl their waving Hairs,

Assist their Blushes, and inspire their Airs;

Nay oft, in Dreams, Invention we bestow,

To change a Flounce, or add a Furbelo.


This Day, black Omens threat the brightest Fair

That e'er deserv'd a watchful Spirit's Care;

Some dire Disaster, or by Force, or Slight,

But what, or where, the Fates have wrapt in Night.

Whether the Nymph shall break Diana's Law,

Or some frail China Jar receive a Flaw,

Or stain her Honour, or her new Brocade,

Forget her Pray'rs, or miss a Masquerade,

Or lose her Heart, or Necklace, at a Ball;

Or whether Heav'n has doom'd that Shock must fall.

Haste then ye Spirits! to your Charge repair;

The flutt'ring Fan be Zephyretta's Care;

The Drops to thee, Brillante, we consign;

And Momentilla, let the Watch be thine;

Do thou, Crispissa, tend her fav'rite Lock;

Ariel himself shall be the Guard of Shock.


To Fifty chosen Sylphs, of special Note,

We trust th' important Charge, the Petticoat.

Oft have we known that sev'nfold Fence to fail;

Tho' stiff with Hoops, and arm'd with Ribs of 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 stopt in Vials, or transfixt with Pins;

Or plung'd in Lakes of bitter Washes lie,

Or wedg'd whole Ages in a Bodkin's Eye:

Gums and Pomatums shall his Flight restrain,

While clog'd he beats his silken Wings in vain;

Or Alom-Stypticks with contracting Power

Shrink his thin Essence like a rivell'd Flower.

Or as Ixion fix'd, the Wretch shall feel

The giddy Motion of the whirling Mill,

Midst Fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow,

And tremble at the Sea that froaths 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.