The rape of the lock : an heroi-comical poem in five cantos . he Throng,One dyd in Metaplior, and one in Song. 60 O cruel Nymph! a living death I bear, F 34 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK Cried Dapperwit, and sunk beside his Chair. A mournful Glance Sir Fopling upwards cast, Those eyes are made so killing—was his last: Thus on Meander s flowry Margin lies 65 Th expiring Swan, and as he sings he dies. As bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down,Chloe stepped in, and killd him with a Frown ;She smild to see the doughty Hero slain,But at her Smile, the Beau revivd again. 70 Now Jove suspends his golden Scale
The rape of the lock : an heroi-comical poem in five cantos . he Throng,One dyd in Metaplior, and one in Song. 60 O cruel Nymph! a living death I bear, F 34 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK Cried Dapperwit, and sunk beside his Chair. A mournful Glance Sir Fopling upwards cast, Those eyes are made so killing—was his last: Thus on Meander s flowry Margin lies 65 Th expiring Swan, and as he sings he dies. As bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down,Chloe stepped in, and killd him with a Frown ;She smild to see the doughty Hero slain,But at her Smile, the Beau revivd again. 70 Now Jove suspends his golden Scales in Air,Weighs the Mens Wits against the Ladys Hair ;The doubtful Beam long nods from side to side ;At length the Wits mount up, the Hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, 75 With more than usual Lightning in her Eyes :Nor feard the Chief th unequal Fight to sought no more than on his Foe to this bold Lord, with manly Strength endud,She with one Finger and a Thumb subdud : 80 Just where the Breath of Life his Nostrils drew,. CANTO V 35 A charge of Snuff \}i\& wily Virgin threw; The Gnomes direct, to evry Atome just, The pungent Grains of titillating Dust, Sudden, with starting Tears each Eye oerflows, 85 And the high Dome re-ecchoes to his Nose. Now meet thy Fate, incensd Belinda cryd,And drew a deadly Bodkin from her Side.(The same, his ancient Personage to great great Grandsire wore about his Neck 90 In three Seal-Rings; which after melted down,Formd a vast Buckle for his Widows Gown :Her infant Grandames Whistle next it grew,The Bells she jingled, and the Whistle blew ;Then in a Bodkin gracd her Mothers hairs, 95 Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears.) Boast not my Fall (he cryd) insulting Foe!Thou by some other shalt be laid as think, to die dejects my lofty that I dread, is leaving you behind! 100 Rather than so, ah let me still survive,And burn in Cupids Flames—but burn alive. 36 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK Resto
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