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94th verse aerial airy ancient Ariel arms beam beau beauty beaux behold Belinda billet-doux bodkin bosom breast breath bright brocade CANTO Caryl caus'd charms cheek cry'd cultu daemons E'en e'er earth ease edition Elves ev'ry fair fair head fate fix'd flies flow'rs flow'ry margin lies glitt'ring goose-pie talks grace half hand head heart Heav'n heav'nly Homer honour humour Iliad ladies lap-dogs Lesbia light lines added lock lord Lord Petre lovers machinery maid Matadore mighty mortal nymph o'er ombre op'd those eyes open'd Ovid Parnell passions poem poet Pope pray'rs pride prize prude Pyxide Queen rage rais'd RAPE repair resound ringlets rising round seem'd shining sighs silver sing Sir Plume skies snuff-box soft soon soul Spades spirits Spleen spread sprites Sudden the board Sylphs and Gnomes tears thee things thou Thrice toilet trembling tresses trumps Twas Unnumber'd vapour VIRG Virgil virgin whisper wings wits wretched
第 20 頁 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the 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 distil the kindly Rain.
第 39 頁 - T' inclose the lock ; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, A wretched sylph too fondly interpos'd ; Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever ! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, • And screams of horror rend th
第 36 頁 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the Lock a thousand sprites repair, A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear; Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near.
第 11 頁 - Th' 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.
第 51 頁 - In some lone isle, or distant northern land : Where the gilt chariot never marks the way, Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste bohea ! There kept my charms conceal'd from mortal eye ! Like roses that in deserts bloom and die.
第 15 頁 - Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. 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.
第 31 頁 - Sad chance of war! now destitute of aid, Falls undistinguish'd by the victor spade! Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; 65 Now to the baron fate inclines the field. His warlike Amazon her host invades, Th' imperial consort of the crown of spades.
第 35 頁 - And see through all things with his half-shut eyes) Sent up in vapours to the Baron's brain New stratagems, the radiant Lock to gain.
第 44 頁 - Of bodies changed to various forms by Spleen. Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout...