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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,
Tho' Honour is the word with Men below.

Some nymphs there are too conscious of their face,
For life predestin'd to the Gnomes embrace.

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These swell their prospects and exalt their pride,
When offers are disdain'd, and love deny'd;
Then gay Ideas crowd the vacant brain,

While Peers, and Dukes, and all their sweeping train,
And Garters, Stars, and Coronets appear,

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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.

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Oft', when the world imagine women stray,

The Sylphs thro' mystic mazes guide their way;

Thro' all the giddy circle they pursue,

And old impertinence expel by new.

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Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive,
Beaus banish beaus, 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, and Ariel is my name.
Late, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air,
In the clear Mirror of thy ruling Star
I saw, alas! some dread event impend,
E're to the main this morning sun descend,

But heav'n reveals not what, or how, or where.
Warn'd by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware!
This to disclose is all thy guardian can:
Beware of all, but most beware of Man!"

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He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too long,
Leap'd up, and wak'd his mistress with his tongue.
'Twas then, Belinda! if report say true,
Thy eyes first open'd on a Billet-doux;

Wounds, Charms, and Ardors were no sooner read,
But all the Vision vanished from thy head.

And now, unveil'd, the Toilet stands display'd,
Each silver Vase in mystic order laid.

First, rob'd in white, the Nymph intent adores,
With head uncover'd, 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.
Unnumber'd 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,

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And all Arabia breaths from yonder box;

The Tortoise here and Elephant unite,

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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 ev'ry grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face;
Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.

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The busy Sylphs surround their darling care,

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These set the head, and those divide the hair,

Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown;

And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.

CANTO II.

NOT with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The Sun first rises 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-dresst Youths around her shone,

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But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone.

On her white breast a sparkling Cross she wore,

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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.
Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,

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Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide;
If to her share some female errors fall,

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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 the 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,

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And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.

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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,

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While melting music 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 sat heavy on his breast.
He summons strait his Denizens of air;
The lucid squadrons round the sails repair:
Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breath,
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,

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Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes,

While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings,

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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 raised his azure wand, and thus begun :

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"Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear!
Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Dæmons, hear!
Ye know the spheres and various tasks assigned
By laws eternal to th' aërial 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
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 distill the kindly rain.
Others on earth o'er humane 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,

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Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care,
To save the powder from too rude a gale,
Nor let th' imprison'd essences exhale,

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To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs,

To steal from rainbows, e're they drop in show'rs

A brighter wash, to curl their waving hairs,

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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;

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Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight;

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

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

Haste, then, ye spirits! to your charge repair:

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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 the important charge, the Petticoat:
Form a strong line about the silver bound,
And guard the wide circumference around.
Whatever spirit, careless of his charge,

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His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large,

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Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins,

Be stop'd in vials, or transfix't 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,

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While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain,

Or Alom stypticks with contracting pow'r
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,

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And tremble at the sea that froaths below!"

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