The rape of the lock : an heroi-comical poem in five cantos . long possess the Prize : The Powrs gave Ear, and granted half his Prayr, 45 The rest, the Winds dispersd in empty Air. But now secure the painted Vessel glides,The Sun-beams trembling on the floating Tydes,While melting Musick steals upon the Sky,And softend Sounds along the Waters die. 50 Smooth flow the Waves, the Zephyrs gently play,Belinda smild, and all the World was but the Sylph—With careful Thoughts opprest,Th Impending Woe sat heavy on his summons straight his Denizens of Air ; 55 The lucid Squadrons round
The rape of the lock : an heroi-comical poem in five cantos . long possess the Prize : The Powrs gave Ear, and granted half his Prayr, 45 The rest, the Winds dispersd in empty Air. But now secure the painted Vessel glides,The Sun-beams trembling on the floating Tydes,While melting Musick steals upon the Sky,And softend Sounds along the Waters die. 50 Smooth flow the Waves, the Zephyrs gently play,Belinda smild, and all the World was but the Sylph—With careful Thoughts opprest,Th Impending Woe sat heavy on his summons straight his Denizens of Air ; 55 The lucid Squadrons round the Sails repair:Soft oer the Shrouds Aerial Whispers breath,That seemd but Zephyrs to the Train to the Sun their Insect-Wings on the Breeze, or sink in Clouds of Gold. 60 Transparent Forms, too fine for mortal Sight,Their fluid Bodies half dissolvd in to the Wind their airy Garments flew,Thin glittring Textures of the filmy Dew ;Dipt in the richest Tincture of the Skies, 65 Where Light disports in ever-mingling Dies,. CANTO II I I While evry Beam new transient Colours flings, Colours that change wheneer they wave their Wings. Amid the Circle, on the gilded mast, Superiour by the Head, was Ariel placd ; 70 His Purple Pinions opning to the Sun, He raisd his Azure Wand, and thus begun. Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your Chief give ear,Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Daemons hear !Ye know the Spheres and various Tasks assignd 75 By Laws Eternal to th Aerial in the Fields of purest Aether bask and whiten in the Blaze of guide the Course of wandring Orbs on high,On roll the Planets through the boundless Sky. 80 Some less refind, beneath the Moons pale LightPursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night;Or suck the Mists in grosser Air dip their Pinions in the painted Bow,Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, 85 Or oer the Glebe distil the kindly on Earth oer human Race preside,Watch all their
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