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The RAPE of the LOCK.
'Twas then Belinda! if Report ſay true,
Thy Eyes firſt open'd on a Billet-doux;
Wounds, Charms, and Ardors, were no ſooner read,
But all the Viſion vaniſh'd from thy Head.
Thy Eyes firſt open'd on a Billet-doux;
Wounds, Charms, and Ardors, were no ſooner read,
But all the Viſion vaniſh'd from thy Head.
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 ſacred 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.
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 ſacred 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.
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