No common weapon in their hands are found;
Like Gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound.

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 forms, 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
Clapp'd his glad wings, and fat to view the fight:
Propp'd on their bodkin spears, the sprites survey
The growing combat, or assist the fray.

While thro’ the press enrag’d Thalesris flies,
And scatters death around from both her eyes,
A beau and witling perish'd in the throng;
One dy'd in metaphor , and one in song.
:,0 cruel nymph! a living death I bear; gg!
Cry'd Dapperwit, and sunk beside his chair.
A mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards cast,
“Those eyes are made so killing 6-was his last.
Thus on Mæander's slowry margin lies
Th’expiring Swan, and as he fings he dies.
When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down,
Chloe stepp'd in and kill'd him with a frown;

She

She smild to see the doughty hero slain;
But; at her smile the beau reviv'd again.

Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air,
Weighs the mens wits against the lady's hair;
The doubtsul beam long nods from side to side;
At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside.

See fierce Belinda at the Baron flies,
With more than usual lightning in her eyes:
Nor fear'd the chief th’unequal fight to try,
Who fought no more than on his foe to die.
But this bold lord, with manly strength endu'd,
She with one finger aud a thumb subdu’d:
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just,
The pungent grains of titillating dust.
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o’erslows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.

Now meet thy fate, incens’d Belinda cry’d,
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
(The same, his ancient personage to deck,
Her great-great-grandfire wore about his neck,
In three seal rings; which after, melted down,
Form’d a vast buckle for his widow's gown:
Her insant grandame’s whille next it grew,
The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew;

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Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs,
TVhich long she wore, and now Belinda wears.)

Boast not my fall (he cry’d) insulting foe!
Thou by some other shalt be laid as low:
Nor think, to die dejects my lofty mind:
All that I dread is leaving you behind!
Rather than so, ah let me still survive,
And burn in Cupid's flames, but burn alive.

Restore the Lock! she cries; and all around
Restore the Lock! the vaulted roofs rebound.
Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain
Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus’d his pain.
But see how oft ambitious aims are cross d,
And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost!
The Lock, obtain'd with guilt, and kept with pain,
In ev'ry place is fought, but fought in vain:
With such a prize no mortal must be blest,
So Heav'n decrees! with Heav’n who can contest?

Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there. There heroes wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And beaux in fnull-boxes and tweezer-cases; There broken vows, and death-bed alms are found, And lovers hearths with ends of ribbon bound; The courtier's promises, and fick man's pray’rs, The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a slea, Dry'd butterflies, and tomes of casuisry.

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Τ Ι Ε Ι ο ο κ. But trust the Muse--she saw it upward rise, Tho' mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes: (So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, To Proculus alone confefl'd to view) A sudden star it shot thro' liquid air, And drew behind a radiant train of hair. Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright, The heav'ns bespangling with disheveld light. The Sylphs behold it kindling as it sies, And pleas’d, pursue its progress thro' the skies.

This the beau-monde shall from the Mall survey, And hail with music its propitious ray: This the blest Lover shall for Venus take, And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake. This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless skies, When next he looks thro’ Galilæo's eyes; And hence th’egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere ! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For, after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions lain, yourself shall die; IVhen those fair suns shall set, as fet they must, And all those tresles shall be laid in dust, This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame, And midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.

. OF CONTENTS.'

PAGE THE FIRST. THE deserted village.

GOLDSMITH.

PAGE 18. Av elegy written in a country churchyard.

GRA Y.

PAGE 24. A monody on the death of his lady.

LYTTLETON

PAGE 36. A pastoral ballad, in four parts.

SHEN STONE.

PAGE 46. VERSEs to the memory of Garrick.
PAGE 51. A prayer for indifference.

SHERIDAN,

GREVILLE

PAGE 53. Ode to adversity.

GRAY,

PAGE 57. ODE on a distant prospect of Eton
college.

GRAY.
PAGE. 61 The rape of the lock.

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