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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCKE.>
<D 1712>
<C 1>
<L 1>
WHAT dire Offence from Am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Quarrels rise from Trivial Things,
I sing -- This Verse to @C---l@, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchsafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred @Lord@ t'assault a gentle @Belle?@
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle @Belle@ reject a @Lord@?
And dwells such Rage in @softest Bosoms@ then?
And lodge such daring Souls in @Little Men?@
@Sol@ thro' white Curtains did his Beams display,
And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than they;
@Shock@ just had giv'n himself the rowzing Shake,
And Nymphs prepar'd their @Chocolate@ to take;
Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the Ground,
And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound.
@Belinda@ rose, and 'midst attending Dames
Launch'd on the Bosom of the Silver @Thames@:
A train of . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.>
<D 1714>
<P 1>
<C 1>
<L 1>
WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Quarrels rise from trivial Things,
I sing -- This Verse to @C---l@, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
<P 2>
<L 1>
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred @Lord@ t'assault a gentle @Belle?@
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle @Belle@ reject a @Lord@?
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?
@Sol@ thro' white Curtains did his Beams display,
And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than they;
Now @Shock@ had giv'n himself the rowzing Shake,
And Nymphs prepar'd their @Chocolate@ to take;
Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the Ground,
And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound.
@Belinda@ still her downy Pillow prest,
Her Guardian @Sylph@ prolong'd the balmy Rest.
' . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.>
<D 1717>
<C 1>
<L 1>
WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing -- This Verse to @C---@, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred @Lord@ t'assault a gentle @Belle?@
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle @Belle@ reject a @Lord@?
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?
@Sol@ thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray,
And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day;
Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing Shake,
And sleepless Lovers, just at Twelve, awake:
Thrice rung the Bell, the Slipper knock'd the Ground,
And the press'd Watch return'd a silver Sound.
@Belinda@ still her downy Pillow prest,
Her Guardian @Sylph@ prolong'd the balmy Rest.
'Twas he had summon'd to her s . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.>
<D 1717>
<P 1>
<C 1>
<L 1>
WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing -- This Verse to @C---@, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
<P 2>
<L 1>
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred @Lord@ t'assault a gentle @Belle?@
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle @Belle@ reject a @Lord@?
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?
@Sol@ thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray,
And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day;
Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing Shake,
And sleepless Lovers, just at Twelve, awake:
Thrice rung the Bell, the Slipper knock'd the Ground,
And the press'd Watch return'd a silver Sound.
@Belinda@ still her downy Pillow prest,
Her Guardian @Sylph@ prolong'd the balmy Rest.
'Twas he had . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.>
<D 1714 with two additions from 1717 at end>
<P 1>
<C 1>
<L 1>
WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Quarrels rise from trivial Things,
I sing -- This Verse to @C---l@, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
<P 2>
<L 1>
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred @Lord@ t'assault a gentle @Belle?@
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle @Belle@ reject a @Lord@?
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?
@Sol@ thro' white Curtains did his Beams display,
And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than they;
Now @Shock@ had giv'n himself the rowzing Shake,
And Nymphs prepar'd their @Chocolate@ to take;
Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the Ground,
And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound.
@Belinda@ still her downy Pillow prest,
Her Guardian . . .
