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The mighty Stagyrite first left the shore,
IBID. P, 97•
LONGINU S. THEE, bold Longinus! all the Nine inspire, And bless their Critic with a Poet's fire ; An ardent judge, who, zealous in his truft, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always jqft; Whose own example strengthens all his laws, And is himself that great Sublime he draws.
IBID. p. 100.
PROGRESS OF POETRY. BUT foon, by impious arms from Latium chac'd, Their ancient bounds the banish'd Muses pafs’d; Thence Arts o'er all the Northern world advance, But Critic-Learning flourish'd most in France : The rules, a nation. born to serve obeys; And Boileau still in right of Horace fways: But we, brave Britons, foreign laws despis’d, And kept unconquer'd, and unciviliz'd;
Fierce for the liberties of wit, and bold,
IBID. p. 101.
THE SYLPH'S ADDRESS. Sol through white curtains shot a tim'rous ray, And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the day: Now lap-dogs gave themselves the rousing shake, And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake: Thrice rung the bell, the Nipper knock'd the
ground, And the press’d watch return'd a silver found. Belinda still her downy pillow prest, Her guardian Sylph prolong'd the balmy reft: 'Twas he had summon'd to her filent bed The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head. A Youth more glitt'ring than a birth-night Beau', (That e'en in slumber caus'd her cheek to glow) Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay, And thus in whispers faid, or seem'd to say:
Faireit of mortals ! thou distinguish'd care Of thousand bright inhabitants of air ! If e'er one vision touch thy infant thought, Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught; Of airy Elves by moon-light fhadows feen, The silver token, and the circled green, Or virgins visited by Angel-pow'rs, With golden crowns and wreaths of heav'nly
flow'rs! Hear and believe! thy own importance know, Nor bound thy narrow views to things below.
Some secret truths, from learned pride conceal'd,
graver Prude finks downward to a Gnome,
THE TOILET. AND now, unveil'd, the Toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. First, rob'd in white, the Nymph intent adores, With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs. A heav'nly Image in the glass appears; To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears : Th’inferior Priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the facred rites of Pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various off 'rings of the world appear : From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt’ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box: The Tortoise here and Elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white; Here files of Pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux. Now awful Beauty puts on all its arms ; The Fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her fmiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy Sylphs surround their darling care ; These set the head, and those divide the hair; Some fold the fleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.
IBID. p. 113