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The powers of all, subdued by thee alone,
Is not thy Reason all these powers in one?
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OMNIPRESENCE OF THE DEITY.1
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;
That, changed through all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame,
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full as perfect, in vile Man that mourns,
As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns;
To Him, no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills. He bounds, connects, and equals all.
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ADDRESS TO BOLINOBROKE.9
Come then, my Friend, my Genius, come along;
0 master of the poet and the song 1
And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends,
To Man's low passions, or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise;
Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.
0! while, along the stream of time, thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale *
When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose,
Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,
Shall then this verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend?
That, urged by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
For wit's false mirror held up nature's light;
Show'd erring pride, whatever is, is right •
That reason, passion, answer one great aim;
That true self-love and social are the same;
That Virtue only makes our bliss below;
And all our knowledge is, Ocbsxlvks To Kitow 1
Aujy M -Vein, Ir. 3;«.
1 " In Trading this exalted description or the omnipresence of the Deity, fed myself almost tempted to retract an assertion In the beginning of this work, that there is nothing transcendcnUy sublime in Pone. These lines have all the energy and harmony that can be given to rhyme."— sTcrto«'. u, T7.
- "In this concluding address of our aithor to Lord Bolingbrokc, one la at a Loss which to admtra au*t, tue warmth of his friendship, or the warmth of his genius."— tKsrtoa.
But it is in the « Rape of the Lock"1 that Pope principally appears as a Poit, in which he has displayed more imagination than in all his other works taken together. "Its wit and humor," says Dr. Drake, "are of the most delicate and highly finished kind; its fictions sportive and elegant, and conceived with a propriety and force of imagination which astonish and feacinate every reader."*
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 eye she rears;
Th' inferior Priestess, at her altar's Bide,
Trcmbting 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 praised for labors not her own.
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DESCRIPTION Or BELINDA.
Not with more glories, in th' ethereal plain,
The sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
1 The subject of this poem ni a quarrel, occasioned by a HtUe piece or gallantry of Lord Petie, who. In a party of pleasure, Pound means to cut off a favorite lock of Mrs. Arabella Termor's hair. "On so slight a foundation has be raised this beautiful superstructure; like a fairy palace In a dosert."—STartoa.
* "I hope It will not be thought an exaggerated panegyric to say that the Rape of the Lock Is tbs sin unu extant; that It contains the truest and liveliest picture of modern life; and that the subject la of a more elegant nature, aa well as more artfully conducted, than that of any other hcrotcomtc poem. If some of the most candid among the French critics begin to acknowledge that they have produced nothing In point of Sublimit? and Majesty equal to the Paradise Lost, we may slss venture to affirm, that In point of Bblicact, Elboaxcb, and fine-turned aiiLLxar, on which tbey have so much valued themselves, they have produced nothing equal to the Rape of the Lock.1*' Was is a.
a "The description of the Toilet Is Judiciously given in such magnificent turns, aa dignify the offices performed In it Belinda dressing is painted In as pompous a manner aa Achilles arming."— Wertm
Fair Nymphs and wcll-drest Youths around her shone,
But every eye was fix'd on her alone.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.
Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose,
Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those.
Favors 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 them all.
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind
In equal curls, and well conspired to deck,
With shining ringlets, the smooth ivory neck.
Love in these labyrinths his slaves detains,
And mighty hearts are held in slender chains.
With hairy springes we the birds betray;
Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey;
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
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THE BARON OFFERS SACRIFICE FOR SUCCESS.
The adventurous Baron the bright locks admired;
He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspired.
Resolved 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 his ends.
For this, ere Phcebus rose, he had implored
Propitious Heaven, and every power adored;
But chiefly Love—to Love an altar built,
Of twelve vast French Romances, neatly gilt
There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves,
And all the trophies of his former loves;
With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre,
And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the flic.
Then prostrate fells, and begs with ardent eyes
Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize;
The powers gave ear, and granted half his prayer,
The rest the winds dispersed in empty air.
Rape ofOu totk, II. ».
THE SYLPHS THEIR FUNCTIONS AND EMPLOYMENTS.
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 dissolved in light, Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glittering textures of tha filmy dew,
Dipp'd in the richest tincture of the skies,
Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes;
While every beam new transient colors flings,
Colors that change whene'er they wave their wings
Amid the circle on the gilded mast,
Superior by the head was Ariel placed j
His purple pinions opening to the sun,
He raised his azure wand, and thus begun :—
Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear!
Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Demons, hear!
Ye know the spheres, and various tasks assign'd
By laws eternal to the aerial kind.
Some in the fields of purest ether play,
And bask and whiten in the blaze of day;
Some guide the course of wandering orbs on high,
Or roll the planets through the boundless sky:
Some, less refined, 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.
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, though less glorious care;
To save die powder from too rude a gale,
Nor let th' imprison'd essences exhale;
To draw fresh colors from the vemal flowers;
To steal from rainbows, ere diey drop in showers,
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 Furbelow.1
This day, black omens threat the brightest Fair
That e'er deserved a watchful spirit's care;
Some dire disaster, or by force or slight;
But what, or where, the fates have wrapp'd in night
Whether the Nymph shall break Diana's law,
Or some frail China-jar receive a flaw,
Or stain her honor, or her new brocade,
Forget her prayers, or miss a masquerade;
Or lose her heart or necklace at a ball;
Or whether Heaven has doom'd that Shock* must fall.
Haste, then, ye spirits 1 to your charge repair:
The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care;
The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign j
And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine;
1 "The seeming Importance given to every part of female dress, each of which la committed to the cure and protection of a different sylph, with all the solemnity of a general appointing the several porta In bis army, renders this whole passage admirable, on account of its politeness, poignancy, and poetry.*'— Wartm. * Her Inp.log.
Do thou, Crispissa, tend her favorite Lock;
Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock.
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
We trust the important charge, the Petticoat:
Oft have we known that sevenfold fence to fail,
Though 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 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 ologg'd he beats his silken wings in vain;
Or alum styptics 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;
In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow,
And tremble at the sea that froths below 11
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.
Bapt o/ttf Lett, IL 19.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying—
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying I
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life I
Hark! they whisper; Angels say,
Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite J
Steals my senses, shuts my sight?
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears I
Heaven opens on my eyes 1 my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings I I mount! I fly!
Oh Grave! where is thy Victory?
Oh Death 1 where is thy Sting?
1 "Our poet still risen In the delicacy of hla satire, where he employs, with the ntmoit Judgment «nd elegance, Ru the Implement* and furmtnre of the toilet aa instruments of punishment to those spirits who shall he careless of their charge:—of punishment such at* sylphs alone could undergo."—