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| CLOSE by those Meads for ever crown'd with Flow'rs, |
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| Where Thames with Pride surveys his rising Tow'rs, |
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| There stands a Structure of Majestick Frame, |
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| Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its Name. |
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| Here Britain's Statesmen oft the Fall foredoom |
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| Of Foreign Tyrants, and of Nymphs at home; |
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| Here Thou, great Anna! whom three Realms obey, |
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| Dost sometimes Counsel take—and sometimes Tea. |
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Hither the Heroes and the Nymphs resort, |
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| To taste awhile the Pleasures of a Court; |
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| In various Talk th' instructive hours they past, |
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| Who gave the Ball, or paid the Visit last: |
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| One speaks the Glory of the British Queen, |
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| And one describes a charming Indian Screen. |
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| A third interprets Motions, Looks, and Eyes; |
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| At ev'ry Word a Reputation dies. |
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| Snuff, or the Fan, supply each Pause of Chat, |
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| With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. |
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Mean while declining from the Noon of Day, |
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| The Sun obliquely shoots his burning Ray; |
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| The hungry Judges soon the Sentence sign, |
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| And Wretches hang that Jury-men may Dine; |
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| The Merchant from th'exchange returns in Peace, |
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| And the long Labours of the Toilette cease—— |
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| Belinda now, whom Thirst of Fame invites, |
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| Burns to encounter two adventrous Knights, |
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| At Ombre singly to decide their Doom; |
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| And swells her Breast with Conquests yet to come. |
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| Strait the three Bands prepare in Arms to join, |
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| Each Band the number of the Sacred Nine. |
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| Soon as she spreads her Hand, th' Aerial Guard |
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| Descend, and sit on each important Card, |
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| First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore, |
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| Then each, according to the Rank they bore; |
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| For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient Race, |
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| Are, as when Women, wondrous fond of place. |
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Behold, four Kings in Majesty rever'd, |
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| With hoary Whiskers and a forky Beard; |
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| And four fair Queens whose hands sustain a Flow'r, |
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| Th' expressive Emblem of their softer Pow'r; |
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| Four Knaves in Garbs succinct, a trusty Band, |
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| Caps on their heads, and Halberds in their hand; |
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| And Particolour'd Troops, a shining Train, |
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| Draw forth to Combat on the Velvet Plain. |
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Now move to War her Sable Matadores, |
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| In Show like Leaders of the swarthy Moors. |
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| Spadillio first, unconquerable Lord! |
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| Led off two captive Trumps, and swept the Board. |
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| As many more Manillio forc'd to yield, |
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| And march'd a Victor from the verdant Field. |
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| Him Basto follow'd, but his Fate more hard |
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| Gain'd but one Trump and one Plebeian Card. |
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| With his broad Sabre next, a Chief in Years, |
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| The hoary Majesty of Spades appears; |
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| Puts forth one manly Leg, to sight reveal'd; |
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| The rest his many-colour'd Robe conceal'd. |
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| The Rebel-Knave, who dares his Prince engage, |
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| Proves the just Victim of his Royal Rage. |
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| Ev'n mighty Pam that Kings and Queens o'erthrow, |
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| And mow'd down Armies in the Fights of Lu, |
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| Sad Chance of War! now, destitute of Aid, |
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| Falls undistinguish'd by the Victor Spade. |
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Thus far both Armies to Belinda yield; |
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| Now to the Baron Fate inclines the Field. |
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| His warlike Amazon her Host invades, |
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| Th' Imperial Consort of the Crown of Spades. |
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| The Club's black Tyrant first her Victim dy'd, |
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| Spite of his haughty Mien, and barb'rous Pride: |
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| What boots the Regal Circle on his Head, |
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| His Giant Limbs in State unwieldy spread? |
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| That long behind he trails his pompous Robe, |
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| And of all Monarchs only grasps the Globe? |
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The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace; |
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| Th' embroider'd King who shows but half his Face, |
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| And his refulgent Queen, with Pow'rs combin'd, |
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| Of broken Troops an easie Conquest find. |
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| Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild Disorder seen, |
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| With Throngs promiscuous strow the level Green. |
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| Thus when dispers'd a routed Army runs, |
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| Of Asia's Troops, and Africk's Sable Sons, |
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| With like Confusion different Nations fly, |
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| In various habits and of various Dye, |
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| The pierc'd Battalions dis-united fall, |
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| In Heaps on Heaps; one Fate o'erwhelms them all. |
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The Knave of Diamonds now tries his wily Arts, |
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| And wins (oh shameful Chance!) the Queen of Hearts. |
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| At this, the Blood the Virgin's Cheek forsook, |
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| A livid Paleness spreads o'er all her Look; |
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| She sees, and trembles at th' approaching Ill, |
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| Just in the Jaws of Ruin, and Codille. |
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| And now, (as oft in some distemper'd State) |
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| On one nice Trick depends the gen'ral Fate. |
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| An Ace of Hearts steps forth: The King unseen |
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| Lurk'd in her Hand, and mourn'd his captive Queen. |
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| He springs to Vengeance with an eager pace, |
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| And falls like Thunder on the prostrate Ace. |
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| The Nymph exulting fills with Shouts the Sky, |
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| The Walls, the Woods, and long Canals reply. |
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For lo! the Board with Cups and Spoons is crown'd, |
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| The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round. |
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| On shining Altars of Japan they raise |
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| The silver Lamp; the fiery Spirits blaze. |
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| From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide, |
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| And China's Earth receives the smoking Tyde. |
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| At once they gratify their Scent and Taste, |
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| While frequent Cups prolong the rich Repast. |
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| Strait hover round the Fair her Airy Band; |
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| Some, as she sip'd, the fuming Liquor fann'd, |
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| Some o'er her Lap their careful Plumes display'd, |
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| Trembling, and conscious of the rich Brocade. |
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| Coffee, (which makes the Politician wise, |
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| And see thro' all things with his half shut Eyes) |
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| Sent up in Vapours to the Baron's Brain |
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| New Stratagems, the radiant Lock to gain. |
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| Ah cease rash Youth! desist e'er 'tis too late, |
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| Fear the just Gods, and think of Scylla's Fate! |
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| Chang'd to a Bird, and sent to flit in Air, |
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| She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd Hair! |
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But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Will, |
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| How soon they find fit Instruments of Ill! |
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| Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting Grace |
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| A two-edg'd Weapon from her shining Case; |
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| So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight, |
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| Present the Spear, and arm him for the Fight. |
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| He takes the Gift with rev'rence, and extends |
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| The little Engine on his Finger's Ends: |
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| This just behind Belinda's Neck he spread, |
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| As o'er the fragrant Steams she bends her Head: |
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| Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprights repair, |
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| A thousand Wings, by turns, blow back the Hair, |
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| And thrice they twitch'd the Diamond in her Ear, |
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| Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the Foe drew near. |
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| Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought |
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| The close Recesses of the Virgin's Thought; |
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| As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd, |
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| He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind, |
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| Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art, |
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| An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart. |
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| Amaz'd, confus'd, he found his Pow'r expir'd, |
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| Resign'd to Fate, and with a Sigh retir'd. |
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The Peer now spreads the glitt'ring Forfex wide, |
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| T'inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide. |
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| Ev'n then, before the fatal Engine clos'd, |
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| A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; |
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| Fate urg'd the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain, |
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| (But Airy Substance soon unites again) |
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| The meeting Points that sacred Hair dissever |
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| From the fair Head, for ever and for ever! |
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Let Wreaths of Triumph now my Temples twine, |
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| (The Victor cry'd) the glorious Prize is mine! |
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| While Fish in Streams, or Birds delight in Air, |
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| Or in a Coach and Six the British Fair, |
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| As long as Atalantis shall be read, |
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| Or the small Pillow grace a Lady's Bed, |
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| While Visits shall be paid on solemn Days, |
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| When numerous Wax-lights in bright Order blaze, |
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| While Nymphs take Treats, or Assignations give, |
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| So long my Honour, Name, and Praise shall live! |
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What Time wou'd spare, from Steel receives its date, |
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| And Monuments, like Men, submit to Fate! |
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| Steel cou'd the Labour of the Gods destroy, |
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| And strike to Dust th' Imperial Tow'rs of Troy. |
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| Steel cou'd the Works of mortal Pride confound, |
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| And hew Triumphal Arches to the Ground. |
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| What Wonder then, fair Nymph! thy Hairs shou'd feel |
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| The conqu'ring Force of unresisted Steel? |
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