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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, <br> Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,<br> There stands a structure of majestic frame,<br> Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.<br> Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom<br> Of foreign tyrants and of nymphs at home;<br> Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,<br> Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.<br> Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,<br> To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;<br> In various talk th' instructive hours they pass'd,<br> Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;<br> One speaks the glory of the British queen,<br> And one describes a charming Indian screen;<br> A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;<br> At ev'ry word a reputation dies.<br> Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat,<br> With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day,<br> The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;<br> The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,<br> And wretches hang that jury-men may dine;<br> The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace,<br> And the long labours of the toilet cease.<br> Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites,<br> Burns to encounter two adventrous knights,<br> At ombre singly to decide their doom;<br> And swells her breast with conquests yet to come.<br> Straight the three bands prepare in arms to join,<br> Each band the number of the sacred nine.<br> Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard<br> Descend, and sit on each important card:<br> First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore,<br> Then each, according to the rank they bore;<br> For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race,<br> Are, as when women, wondrous fond of place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Behold, four Kings in majesty rever'd,<br> With hoary whiskers and a forky beard;<br> And four fair Queens whose hands sustain a flow'r,<br> Th' expressive emblem of their softer pow'r;<br> Four Knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band,<br> Caps on their heads, and halberds in their hand;<br> And parti-colour'd troops, a shining train,<br> Draw forth to combat on the velvet plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The skilful nymph reviews her force with care:<br> &quot;Let Spades be trumps!&quot; she said, and trumps they were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now move to war her sable Matadores,<br> In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors.<br> Spadillio first, unconquerable lord!<br> Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board.<br> As many more Manillio forc'd to yield,<br> And march'd a victor from the verdant field.<br> Him Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard<br> Gain'd but one trump and one plebeian card.<br> With his broad sabre next, a chief in years,<br> The hoary Majesty of Spades appears;<br> Puts forth one manly leg, to sight reveal'd;<br> The rest, his many-colour'd robe conceal'd.<br> The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage,<br> Proves the just victim of his royal rage.<br> Ev'n mighty Pam, that kings and queens o'erthrew<br> And mow'd down armies in the fights of loo,<br> Sad chance of war! now destitute of aid,<br> Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;<br> Now to the baron fate inclines the field.<br> His warlike Amazon her host invades,<br> Th' imperial consort of the crown of Spades.<br> The Club's black tyrant first her victim died,<br> Spite of his haughty mien, and barb'rous pride:<br> What boots the regal circle on his head,<br> His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread;<br> That long behind he trails his pompous robe,<br> And of all monarchs, only grasps the globe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The baron now his diamonds pours apace;<br> Th' embroider'd King who shows but half his face,<br> And his refulgent Queen, with pow'rs combin'd<br> Of broken troops an easy conquest find.<br> Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild disorder seen,<br> With throngs promiscuous strow the level green.<br> Thus when dispers'd a routed army runs,<br> Of Asia's troops, and Afric's sable sons,<br> With like confusion diff'rent nations fly,<br> Of various habit, and of various dye,<br> The pierc'd battalions disunited fall.<br> In heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts,<br> And wins (oh shameful chance!) the Queen of Hearts.<br> At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook,<br> A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look;<br> She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill,<br> Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille.<br> And now (as oft in some distemper'd state)<br> On one nice trick depends the gen'ral fate.<br> An Ace of Hearts steps forth: The King unseen<br> Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive Queen:<br> He springs to vengeance with an eager pace,<br> And falls like thunder on the prostrate Ace.<br> The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky;<br> The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Oh thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate,<br> Too soon dejected, and too soon elate!<br> Sudden, these honours shall be snatch'd away,<br> And curs'd for ever this victorious day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crown'd,<br> The berries crackle, and the mill turns round.<br> On shining altars of Japan they raise<br> The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze.<br> From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,<br> While China's earth receives the smoking tide.<br> At once they gratify their scent and taste,<br> And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.<br> Straight hover round the fair her airy band;<br> Some, as she sipp'd, the fuming liquor fann'd,<br> Some o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd,<br> Trembling, and conscious of the rich brocade.<br> Coffee, (which makes the politician wise,<br> And see through all things with his half-shut eyes)<br> Sent up in vapours to the baron's brain<br> New stratagems, the radiant lock to gain.<br> Ah cease, rash youth! desist ere 'tis too late,<br> Fear the just gods, and think of Scylla's fate!<br> Chang'd to a bird, and sent to flit in air,<br> She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd hair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> But when to mischief mortals bend their will,<br> How soon they find fit instruments of ill!<br> Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting grace<br> A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case;<br> So ladies in romance assist their knight<br> Present the spear, and arm him for the fight.<br> He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends<br> The little engine on his fingers' ends;<br> This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,<br> As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head.<br> Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair,<br> A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair,<br> And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear,<br> Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near.<br> Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought<br> The close recesses of the virgin's thought;<br> As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd,<br> He watch'd th' ideas rising in her mind,<br> Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art,<br> An earthly lover lurking at her heart.<br> Amaz'd, confus'd, he found his pow'r expir'd,<br> Resign'd to fate, and with a sigh retir'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The peer now spreads the glitt'ring forfex wide,<br> T' inclose the lock; now joins it, to divide.<br> Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd,<br> A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd;<br> Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain,<br> (But airy substance soon unites again).<br> The meeting points the sacred hair dissever<br> From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes,<br> And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.<br> Not louder shrieks to pitying Heav'n are cast,<br> When husbands or when lap-dogs breathe their last,<br> Or when rich China vessels, fall'n from high,<br> In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> &quot;Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine,&quot;<br> The victor cried, &quot;the glorious prize is mine!<br> While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,<br> Or in a coach and six the British fair,<br> As long at Atalantis shall be read,<br> Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed,<br> While visits shall be paid on solemn days,<br> When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze,<br> While nymphs take treats, or assignations give,<br> So long my honour, name, and praise shall live!<br> What time would spare, from steel receives its date,<br> And monuments, like men, submit to fate!<br> Steel could the labour of the gods destroy,<br> And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy;<br> Steel could the works of mortal pride confound,<br> And hew triumphal arches to the ground.<br> What wonder then, fair nymph! thy hairs should feel<br> The conqu'ring force of unresisted steel?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a><div class=q>
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