If she inspire, and he approve my lays.

Say what strange motive, goddess! could compel A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle ?1 O say what stranger cause, yet unexplored, Could make a gentle belle reject a lord! In tasks so bold, can little men engage, And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage?

Sol through white curtains shot a tim'rous ray,
And oped those eyes that must eclipse the day:
Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing shake,
And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake:
Twice rung the bell, the slipper knocked the ground,"
And the pressed watch returned a silver sound.
Belinda still her downy pillow prest,

Her guardian sylph prolonged the balmy rest:
'Twas he had summoned to her silent bed
The morning-dream that hovered o'er her head;
A youth more glitt'ring than a birth-night beau,
(That even in slumber caused her cheek to glow)
Seemed to her ear his winning lips to lay,
And thus in whispers said, or seemed to say:-
"Fairest of mortals, thou distinguished care
Of thousand bright inhabitants of air!

If e'er one vision touched thy infant thought,
Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught;

1 Of the characters introduced into this poem, Belinda was Mrs.. Arabella Fermor: the Baron was Lord Petre, of small stature, who soon after married a great heiress, Mrs. Warmsley, and died leaving a posthumous son. Thalestris was Mrs. Morley; Sir Plume was her brother, Sir George Brown of Berkshire. Copied from a MS. in a book presented by R. Lord Burlington to Mrs. William Sherwin.Warton.

All the characters were Roman Catholics.

2 The bell was a handbell. Bell-hanging in houses was not com. mon till long after the date of this poem. Servants waited in ante. rooms, and were summoned by the handbell. Ladies summoned their maids to their bedrooms by knocking with their high-heeled shoes, or with their slipper.

Of airy elves by moonlight shadows seen,
The silver token, and the circled green'

Or virgins visited by angel-pow'rs,

With golden crowns and wreaths of heav'nly flow'rs;
Hear and believe! thy own importance know,
Nor bound thy narrow views to things below,
Some secret truths, from learned pride concealed,
To maids alone and children are revealed:
What though no credit doubting wits may give?
The fair and innocent shall still believe.

Know then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly,
The light militia of the lower sky:

These, though unseen; are ever on the wing,
Hang o'er the box, and hover round the Ring.2
Think what an equipage thou hast in air,
And view with scorn two pages and a chair.
As now your own, our beings were of old,
And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould;
Thence, by a soft transition, we repair
From earthly vehicles to these of air.

Think not, when woman's transient breath is fled.
That all her vanities at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,

And though she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
Her joy in gilded chariots, when alive,
And love of ombre, after death survive.
For when the fair in all their pride expire,
To their first elements their souls retire:
The sprites of fiery termagants in flame
Mount up, and take a salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to water glide away,
And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea.
The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome,
In search of mischief still on earth to roam.
The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of air.

Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste

Rejects mankind, is by some sylph embraced;

1 "The silver token"-the silver penny, which the tidy housemaid found in her shoe-" the circled green,' "the fairy rings on the grass, supposed to mark the spot where fairies had danced.

2 The box at the theatre, the Ring in Hyde Park.

3

"Quæ gratia currûm

Armorumque fuit vivis, quæ cura nitentes

Pascere equos, eadem sequitur tellure repostos."-Virg. Æn. VI,

Pope

For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease
Assume what sexes and what shapes they please.
What guards the purity of melting maids,
In courtly balls, and midnight masquerades,
Safe from the treach'rous friend, the daring spark,
The glance by day, the whisper in the dark,
When kind occasion prompts their warm desires,
When music softens, and when dancing fires?
'Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know,
Though honour is the word with men below.

"Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their face,

For life predestined to the gnomes' embrace.
These swell their prospects and exalt their pride,
When offers are disdained, and love denied:

Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain,

While peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping train,
And garters, stars, and coronets appear,

And in soft sounds, "Your Grace" salutes their ear.
'Tis these that early taint the female soul,
Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll,
Teach infant-cheeks a bidden blush to know,
And little hearts to flutter at a beau.

"Oft, when the world imagine women stray,
The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way,
Through all the giddy circle they pursue,
And old impertinence expel by new.
What tender maid but must a victim fall
To one man's treat, but for another's ball?

When Florio speaks what virgin could withstand,
If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand?
With varying vanities, from ev'ry part,

They shift the moving toyshop of their heart;

Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive,

Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
This erring mortals levity may call;

Oh blind to truth! the sylphs contrive it all.
"Of these am I, who thy protection claim,
A watchful sprite, aud Ariel is my name.
Late, as I ranged the crystal wilds of air
In the clear mirror' of thy ruling star

The language of the Platonists, the writers of the intelligible world of spirits, &c.-Pope.

I

saw, alas! some dread event impend,

Ere to the main this morning sun descend.

But heaven reveals not what, or how, or where:
Warned by the sylph, O pious maid, beware!
This to disclose is all thy guardian can:

Beware of all, but most beware of man!"

He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too long,

Leaped up, and waked his mistress with his tongue. "Twas then, Belinda, if report say true,

Thy eyes first opened on a billet-doux;

Wounds, charms, and ardours were no sooner read, But all the vision vanished from thy head.

And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed,
Each silver vase in mystic order laid.

First, robed in white, the nymph intent adores,
With head uncovered, the cosmetic pow'rs.
A heav'nly image in the glass appears,
To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears;
Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side,
Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride.
Unnumbered treasures ope at once, and here
The various off'rings of the world appear;
From each she nicely culls with curious toil,
And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil.
This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The tortoise here and elephant unite,

Transformed 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,

1 Ancient traditions of the Rabbis relate that several of the fallen angels became amorous of women, and particularize some; among the rest Asael, who lay with Naamah, the wife of Noah, or of Ham; and who continuing impenitent, still presides over the women's toilets. Bereshi Rabbi in Genesis vi. 2.—Pope,

Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; And Betty's praised for labours not her own.

CANTO II.

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
Launched on the bosom of the silver Thames.
Fair nymphs, and well-dressed youths around her
shone,

But ev'ry eye was fixed 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 unfixed 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, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind. In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry 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.

Th' advent'rous baron' the bright locks admired; He saw, he wished, 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 attained his ends.

1 Lord Petra