Cummings
Guides
                          Home 
                .
              
                
              
              .
              Study Guide Prepared by Michael J.
                      Cummings...©
                      2005 
                Revised in 2012 
               
               
              ..
               
              Type
                              of Work 
              .
               
              At
                    the beginning of "The Rape of the Lock," Pope
                    identifies the work as a
                    “heroi-comical poem.” Today, the poem—and others
                    like it—is referred to
                    as a mock-epic and sometimes as a mock-heroic.
                    Such a work
                    parodies the serious, elevated style of the
                    classical epic poem—such as
                    The
                        Iliad or The Odyssey, by
Homer—to
                    poke fun at human follies. Thus, a mock-epic is a
                    type of satire;
                    it treats petty humans or insignificant occurrences
                    as if they were extraordinary
                    or heroic, like the great heroes and events of
                    Homer's two great epics.
                    In writing "The Rape of the Lock," Pope imitated the
                    characteristics of
                    Homer's epics, as well as later epics such as The
                        Aeneid (Vergil), The Divine
                        Comedy (Dante), and Paradise
                        Lost (Milton). Many of these
                    characteristics are listed below,
                    under "Epic Conventions." 
               
              Publication
                    Information
               
               
                    Pope
                    published three versions of The Rape of the Lock.
                    The first was
                    a two-canto version published in 1712. The second,
                    published in 1714, was
                    a five-canto version that added references to sylphs
                    and other supernatural
                    creatures. The final version, published in 1717 in a
                    volume of Pope's poetry,
                    added Clarissa's speech in Canto V. 
               
              Setting
               
              .
               
              The action
                  takes place in
                  London and its environs in the early 1700's on a
                  single day. The story
                  begins at noon (Canto I) at the London residence of
                  Belinda as she carefully
                  prepares herself for a gala social gathering. The
                  scene then shifts (Canto
                  II) to a boat carrying Belinda up the Thames. To
                  onlookers she is as magnificent
                  as Queen Cleopatra was when she traveled in her barge.
                  The rest of the
                  story (Cantos III-V) takes place where Belinda
                  debarks—Hampton Court Palace,
                  a former residence of King Henry VIII on the outskirts
                  of London—except
                  for a brief scene in Canto IV that takes place in the
                  cave of the Queen
                  of Spleen. 
               
              .
               
              Characters
               
              .
               
              Belinda Beautiful
young
                  lady with wondrous hair, two locks of which hang
                  gracefully in curls. 
               
              The Baron
                  Young admirer
                  of Belinda who plots to cut off one of her locks.
               
              Ariel Belinda's
                  guardian
                  sylph (supernatural creature).
               
               Clarissa
                  Young lady who gives the Baron scissors.
               
              Umbriel Sprite
                  who
                  enters the cave of the Queen of Spleen to seek help
                  for Belinda. 
               
              Queen of
                    Spleen Underworld
                  goddess who gives Umbriel gifts for Belinda.
               
              Thalestris
                  Friend
                  of Belinda. Thalestris urges Sir Plume to defend
                  Belinda's honor.
               
              Sir Plume
                  Beau of
                  Thalestris. He scolds the Baron.
               
              Sylphs,
                    Fairies, Genies,
                    Demons, Phantoms and Other Supernatural Creatures
              Source:
                      a Real-Life Incident
                 
                .
                 
                Pope
                      based The Rape of the Lock on an actual
                      incident in which a British
                      nobleman, Lord Petre, cut off a lock of hair
                      dangling tantalizingly from
                      the head of the beautiful Arabella Fermor. Petre’s
                      daring theft of the
                      lock set off a battle royal between the Petre and
                      Fermor families. John
                      Caryll—a friend of Pope and of the warring
                      families—persuaded the great
                      writer to pen a literary work satirizing the
                      absurdity and silliness of
                      the dispute. The result was one of the greatest
                      satirical poems in all
                      of literature. In writing the poem, Pope also drew
                      upon ancient classical
                      sources—notably Homer’s great epics, The
                          Iliad and The Odyssey—as
models
                      to imitate in style and tone. He also consulted
                      the texts of medieval
                      and Renaissance epics.  
                     
              For
                        ever curs'd be this detested Day, / Which
                        snatch'd my best, my fav'rite
                        Curl away! 
               
              Plot
                        Summary
                 
                By
                      Michael J. Cummings...©
                      2005
                 
                .
                 
                Pope
                    opens with a statement announcing the topic of his
                    poem: A gentleman—a
                    lord, in fact—has committed a terrible outrage
                    against a gentlewoman, causing
                    her to reject him. What was this offense? Why did it
                    incite such anger
                    in the lady?
               
              The
                    woman in question is named Belinda. She is sleeping
                    late one day in her
                    London home when a sylph—a dainty spirit that
                    inhabits the air—warns her
                    that “I saw, alas! some dread Event impend.” The
                    sylph, named Ariel, does
                    not know what this event is or where or how it will
                    manifest itself. But
                    he does tell Belinda to be on guard against the
                    machinations of men. 
                 
                 
                 
               
              Belinda
                    rises and prepares herself for a social gathering,
                    sitting before a mirror
                    and prettying herself with “puffs and powders” and
                    scenting herself with
                    “all Arabia.” Afterward, she travels up the Thames
                    River to the site of
                    the social festivities, Hampton Court, the great
                    palace on the north bank
                    of the river that in earlier times was home to King
                    Henry VIII. As she
                    sits in the boat, “Fair Nymphs, and well-drest
                    Youths around her shone,
                    / But ev'ry Eye was fix'd on her alone.” In other
                    words, she was beautiful
                    beyond measure. She smiled at everyone equally, and
                    her eyes—bright suns—radiated
                    goodwill. Especially endearing to anyone who looked
                    upon her were her wondrous
                    tresses: 
              
               
              
                
                  This
                      Nymph, to the Destruction
                      of Mankind,
                   
                  Nourish'd
                      two Locks which
                      graceful hung behind
                   
                  In equal
                      Curls, and well
                      conspir'd to deck
                   
                  With
                      shining Ringlets the
                      smooth Iv'ry Neck.
                 
                Among
                    Belinda’s admirers is a young baron at Hampton Court
                    awaiting her arrival.
                    He has resolved to snip off a lock of her hair as
                    the trophy of trophies.
                    Before dawn, before even the sun god Phoebus Apollo
                    arose, the Baron had
                    been planning the theft of a lock of Belinda's hair.
                    To win the favor of
                    the gods, he had lighted an altar fire and, lying
                    face down before it,
                    prayed for success.  
               
               
                  After
                  Belinda arrives at Hampton Court with her company of
                  friends, the partygoers
                  play Ombre, a popular card game in which only 40 of
                  the 52 cards are dealt—the
                  eights, nines, and tens are held back. It appears that
                  the Baron will win
                  the game after his knave of diamonds captures her
                  queen of hearts. However,
                  Belinda yet has hope, even after the Baron plays an
                  ace of hearts: 
              
                ...........................................The
King
                    unseen
                 
                Lurk'd in
                    her Hand, and
                    mourn'd his captive Queen.
                 
                He springs
                    to Vengeance
                    with an eager Pace,
                 
                And falls
                    like Thunder on
                    the prostrate Ace
                 
                The Nymph
                    exulting fills
                    with Shouts the Sky;
                 
                The Walls,
                    the Woods, and
                    long Canals reply.
               
              Belinda
                  wins! Coffee is served, the vapors of which go to the
                  Baron’s brain and
                  embolden him to carry out his assault on Belinda’s
                  hair. Clarissa, a lady
                  who fancies the Baron, withdraws scissors from a case
                  and arms him with
                  the weapon. When he closes in behind Belinda, she
                  bends over her coffee,
                  exposing a magnificent lock. But a thousand sprites
                  come to her aid, using
                  their wings to blow hair over the lock. They also tug
                  at one of her diamond
                  earrings to alert her to the danger. Three times they
                  warn her and three
                  times she looks around. But all is for naught. The
                  Baron opens wide his
                  weapon, closes it around the lock, and cuts.
              The
                  rape of her lock enrages Belinda:
              
                Then
                    flash'd the living
                    Lightnings from her Eyes,
                 
                And Screams
                    of Horror rend
                    th' affrighted Skies.
                 
                Not louder
                    Shrieks to pitying
                    Heav'n are cast,
                 
                When
                    Husbands, or when Lapdogs
                    breathe their last,
                 
                Or when
                    rich China Vessels,
                    fal'n from high,
                 
                In
                    glitt'ring Dust and painted
                    Fragments lie!
               
              A
                  gnome named Umbriel descends to the Underworld on
                  Belinda’s behalf and
                  obtains a bag of sighs and a vial of tears from the
                  Queen of Spleen. With
                  these magical gifts, he means to comfort poor Belinda.
                  First, he empties
                  the bag on her. A gentleman named Sir Plume—prompted
                  by his belle, Thalestris,
                  a friend of Belinda—then roundly scolds the Baron for
                  his grave offense.
                  But the Baron is unrepentant. Umbriel then empties the
                  vial on Belinda.
                  Grief overcomes her as her eyes half-drown in tears
                  and her head droops
                  upon her bosom. She says:
              
                For ever
                    curs'd be this
                    detested Day,
                 
                Which
                    snatch'd my best,
                    my fav'rite Curl away!
                 
                Happy! ah
                    ten times happy
                    had I been,
                 
                If
                    Hampton-Court these Eyes
                    had never seen!
               
              Clarissa
                  tries to mollify Belinda in a long speech, but fails.
                  A bit of a melee
                  ensues when Belinda attempts to retrieve her lost
                  lock. “Fans clap, Silks
                  russle, and tough Whalebones crack.” Belinda proves a
                  fierce combatant.
                  She attacks the Baron “with more than usual Lightning
                  in her Eyes” and
                  throws a handful of snuff from Sir Plume's box up his
                  nose. But, alas,
                  when the battle ends, the lock is nowhere to be
                  found. 
               
               
                  However,
                  the poem ends on a happy note for Belinda, Pope says,
                  because the trimmed
                  lock of her golden hair has risen to the heavens,
                  there to become a shining
                  star. 
               .
              .
               
              Theme
              The
                    central theme of The
                      Rape of the Lock is the fuss that high society
                    makes over trifling
                    matters, such as breaches of decorum. In the poem, a
                    feud of epic proportions
                    erupts after the Baron steals a lock of Belinda’s
                    hair. In the real-life
                    incident on which Pope based his poem, the Petre and
                    the Fermor families
                    had a falling-out after Lord Petre snipped off one
                    of Arabella Fermor’s
                    locks. Other themes that Pope develops in the poem
                    include human vanity
                    and the importance of being able to laugh at life’s
                    little reversals. The
                    latter motif is a kind of “moral to the story.”
                    Clarissa touches upon both
                    of these themes when addressing tearful Belinda,
                    shorn of her lock: 
               
              
                But since,
                    alas! frail Beauty
                    must decay,
                 
                Curl'd or
                    uncurl'd, since
                    Locks will turn to grey;
                 
                Since
                    painted, or not painted,
                    all shall fade,
                 
                And she who
                    scorns a Man,
                    must die a Maid,
                 
                What then
                    remains but well
                    our Pow'r to use,
                 
                And keep
                    good Humour still
                    whate'er we lose?
               
               
              Climax
                 
                .
                 
                The
                      climax of The Rape of the Lock occurs when
                      the Baron snips away
                      one of Belinda's locks.
                .
               
               
              Epic
                      Conventions
               
              Because
                    a mock-epic parodies a classical epic, it uses the
                    same conventions, or
                    formulas, as the classical epic—but usually in a
                    humorous way. For example,
                    a convention of many classical epics is a sea voyage
                    in which perils confront
                    the hero at every turn. In The Rape of the Lock,
                    the sea voyage
                    is Belinda's boat trip up the Thames River. Her
                    guardian sylph, Ariel,
                    sees "black omens" that foretell disasters for
                    Belinda even though the
                    waves flow smoothly and the winds blow gently. Will
                    she stain her dress?
                    Lose her honor or her necklace? Miss a masquerade?
                    Forget her prayers?
                    So frightful are the omens that Ariel summons 50 of
                    his companion spirits
                    to guard Belinda's petticoat, as well as the
                    ringlets of her hair. Following
                    are examples of the epic conventions that Pope
                    parodies: 
               
              
                Invocation
                        of the Muse: In ancient Greece and
                    Rome, poets had always requested
                    “the muse” to fire them with creative genius when
                    they began long narrative
                    poems, or epics, about godlike heroes and villains.
                    In Greek mythology,
                    there were nine muses, all sisters, who were
                    believed to inspire poets,
                    historians, flutists, dancers, singers, astronomers,
                    philosophers, and
                    other thinkers and artists. If one wanted to write a
                    great poem, play a
                    musical instrument with bravado, or develop a grand
                    scientific or philosophical
                    theory, he would ask for help from a muse. When a
                    writer asked for help,
                    he was said to be “invoking the muse.” The muse of
                    epic poetry was named
                    Calliope [kuh LY uh pe]. In "The Rape of the Lock,"
                    Pope
                      does not invoke a goddess; instead, he invokes his
                      friend, John Caryll
                      (spelled CARYL in the poem), who had asked
                      Pope to write a literary
                      work focusing on an event (the snipping of a lock
                      of hair) that turned
                      the members of two families—the Petres and the
                      Fermors—into bitter enemies.
                      Caryll thought that poking fun at the incident
                      would reconcile the families
                      by showing them how trivial the incident
                      was.   
                 
                 Division
                        of the Poem Into Books or Cantos: The
                      traditional epic is long, requiring
                      several days several days of reading. Dante's Divine
                        Comedy, for
                      example, contains 34 cantos. When printed, the
                      work consists of a book
                      about two inches thick . Pope, of course, presents
                      only five cantos containing
                      a total of fewer than 600 lines. Such
                      miniaturizing helps Pope demonstrate
                      the smallness or pettiness of the behavior
                      exhibited by the main characters
                      in the poem.   
                 
                 
                Descriptions
                        of Soldiers Preparing for Battle: In The
                        Iliad, Homer describes
                      in considerable detail the armor and weaponry of
                      the great Achilles, as
                      well as the battlefield trappings of other heroes.
                      In The Rape of the
                        Lock, Pope describes Belinda preparing
                      herself with combs and pins—with
                      "Puffs, Powders, Patches"—noting that "Now awful
                      Beauty puts on all its
                      Arms."    
                 
                Descriptions
                        of Heroic Deeds: While Homer describes the
                      exploits of his heroes during
                      the Trojan War, Pope describes the "exploits" of
                      Belinda and the Baron
                      during a card game called Ombre, which
                      involves three players and
                      a deck of 40 cards.  
                 
                Account
                        of a Great Sea Voyage: In The Odyssey,
                      Odysseus (also known
                      as Ulysses) travels the seas between Troy and
                      Greece, encountering many
                      perils. In The Aeneid, Aeneas travels the
                      seas between Troy and
                      Rome, also encountering perils. In The Rape of
                        the Lock, Belinda
                      travels up the Thames in a boat. 
                 
                Participation
                        of Deities or Spirits in the Action: In The
                        Rape of the Lock—as
                      in The Iliad, The Odyssey, The Aeneid, The
                        Divine Comedy, and Paradise
                        Lost—supernatural beings take part in the
                      action. 
                 
                Presentation
                        of Scenes in the Underworld: Like
                      supernatural beings in classical
                      epics, the gnome Umbriel visits the Underworld in
                      The Rape of the Lock.
                
               
               
              Rhyme
                 
                .
                 
                Pope
                      wrote The Rape of the Lock in heroic
                      couplets. A heroic couplet
                      is a unit of two rhyming lines in iambic
                      pentameter. (See Meter,
                      below.) The entire poem consists of one heroic
                      couplet followed by another, as demonstrated by
                      the first four lines of
                      the poem: 
              
               
              
                What
                      dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
                 
                What
                      mighty contests rise from trivial things,.......................[First
                      Couplet: springs and things rhyme]
                 
                I
                      sing—This verse to CARYL, Muse! is due:
                 
                This,
                      ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view............................[Second
                      Couplet: due and view rhyme]
               
              
                  Meter 
                   
                Each of the lines has ten syllables
                  in a succession of accented and unaccented pairs
                  called iambic pentameter.
                  The first three lines demonstrate the pattern: 
              .......1..................2................3..................4......................5 
                What
                      DIRE..|..of FENCE..|..from AM..|..'rous CAUS..|..es SPRINGS, 
                  
                ........1..................2...............3..................4....................5 
                What MIGHT..|..y CON..|..tests RISE..|..from TRIV..|..ial THINGS, 
                  
                ......1..................2................3................4...............5 
                I
                      SING—..|..This VERSE..|..to CAR..|..yl, MUSE!..|..is DUE
                 
               
              You may have
                  noticed that Pope
                  turned amorous into two syllables by
                  eliminating the o. Poetic license permits
                  poets to make such adjustments
                  to achieve their ends. Also, he apparently wanted
                  -ial in trivial to be read as a single
                  syllable. 
              .
                
                 
                
                 
              
              
                Figures
                      of Speech
               
              .
               
              The
                    main figure of speech in The Rape of the Lock
                    is hyperbole.
                    Pope uses it throughout the poem to exaggerate the
                    ordinary and the commonplace,
                    making them extraordinary and spectacular. In so
                    doing, paradoxically,
                    he makes them seem as they really are, small and
                    petty. Examples of hyperbole
                    include the following:
               
              Sol
                      through white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray, 
                And
                      ope'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day. 
                Hyberbole:
                        Belinda's eyes are so bright that they outshine
                        a ray of sunlight 
                 
                 
                This
                      Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind,
                 
                Nourish'd
                      two Locks which graceful hung behind
                 
                Hyperbole:
                        Belinda is so beautiful—and her wondrous locks
                        so inviting—that she can
                        bring mankind to ruin with desire. 
               
              Follow are examples of other figures of
                    speech in the poem. For definition of figures of
                    speech, click here. 
               
                    Alliteration
               
                      
              Slight
                      is the subject, but not so the praise (Canto I, line 5)
                 
                 
                 And
                      thus in whispers said,
                      or seem'd to say (Canto I, line 26) 
                  
                 Some
                    secret
                      truths, from learned pride conceal'd (Canto I, line 37)
                 
                 
                 Where
                    Wigs with Wigs, with Sword-knots
                    Sword-knots strive,
                 
                Beaux
                    banish Beaux, and Coaches
                    Coaches drive. (Canto I, 101-102) 
               
              Anaphora
               
              
                What
                      dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
                 
                What mighty contests rise from trivial
                      things (Canto I, lines 1-2)  
                 
                When
                      kind occasion prompts their warm desires, 
                When music softens, and when dancing fires? (Canto I, 75-76)
                 
               
              Metaphor 
                  
               They shift the
                    moving Toyshop
                    of their heart (Canto 1, line 100) 
                 Comparison
                        of the whims of a young woman to the Toyshop
                          of the heart 
               
               Metonymy 
                
              
                    And mighty hearts are held
                    in slender chains. (Canto II, line 24) 
                 Use
                        of hearts to represent Belinda's male admirers 
               
              Personification 
              This
                    Nymph, to the destruction
                    of mankind,
                 
                Nourish'd
                    two Locks, which
                    graceful hung behind..................... 
                In equal
                    curls, and well
                    conspir'd to deck
                 
                With
                    shining ringlets the
                    smooth iv'ry neck. (Canto II, 19-22)  
                The
                        two locks conspire.
                 
                 
                Love
                      in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains (Canto II,
                      line 23)  
                Comparison of love to a master
                          with slaves 
               
              Simile 
              
                Bright as
                    the sun, her eyes
                    the gazers strike,
                 
                And, like
                    the sun, they
                    shine on all alike. (Canto II, 13-14) 
                Comparison
                        of the brightness of Belinda's eyes to the
                        brightness of the sun 
                Comparison
                        of Belinda's gaze to the shining sun 
               
               
              Study Questions
                    and Writing Topics
              
               
              
                - 
                  Is there
                      a serious message about
                      the world, about human conduct, behind Pope's
                      mischievous mockery? 
 
                - 
                  Pope uses
                      many allusions
                      to Greek and Roman mythology. Why did so many
                      writers of his time—and
                      why do so many writers today—allude to mythology
                      to make comparisons or
                      describe situations and characters?
 
                - 
                  Write a
                      short poem that uses
                      heroic
                        couplets and allusions. 
 
                - 
                  Write an
                      essay explaining the
                      role of nature imagery (including references to
                      the sun, the sky, the moon,
                      lakes, rivers, grass, flowers, parks, and meadows)
                      in the poem. .
 
               
              .
              
              .
                 
                 The
                      Rape of the
                      Lock
                 
                By
                    Alexander Pope
                 
                Complete Text With
                    Detailed Explanatory
                    Notes 
                
                Boldfaced Black or
                    Colored Words
                    Are Explained in the Notes 
                     
                  
              
                
              
              .
              
                
                  
                    
                      | Stanza
                                  1
                         What
                                  dire offence from am'rous causes
                                  springs,
                             
                            What
                                  mighty contests rise from trivial
                                  things,
                             
                          I
                                  sing—This verse to CARYL, 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!4 could compel
                           
                          A
                                well-bred Lord t' assault a gentle
                                Belle?
                           
                          O
                                say what stranger cause, yet unexplor'd,
                           
                          Could
                                make a gentle Belle reject a Lord?.........                       
                                10
                           
                          In
                                tasks so bold, can little men engage,
                           
                          And
                                in soft bosoms dwells such mighty Rage?
                           
                          Sol
                                thro' white curtains shot a tim'rous
                                ray,
                           
                          And
                                oped
                                those eyes that must eclipse the day:
                           
                          Now
                                lap-dogs
                                give themselves the rousing shake,.........         
                                15
                           
                          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:...........               
                                20
                           
                          'Twas
                                He had summon'd to her silent bed
                           
                          The
                                morning-dream that hover'd o'er her
                                head;
                           
                          A
                                Youth more glitt'ring than a Birth-night
                                Beau,
                           
                          (That
                                ev'n in slumber caus'd her cheek to
                                glow)
                           
                          Seem'd
                                to her ear his winning lips to lay,..........                     
                                25
                           
                          And
                                thus in whispers said, or seem'd to say.
                         
                        Notes,
                                  Stanza 1
                         
                        What
                                  . . . sing: I am writing (I sing)
                                about a terrible offense resulting
                                from an amorous cause.
                           
                          Caryl,
                                  Muse:
                                A friend of Pope, John Caryl, whom
                                Pope addresses as the muse. An
                                acquaintance of Caryl, Lord Petre, cut
                                off
                                a lock of hair of a young lady, Arabella
                                Fermor. A quarrel erupted between
                                the families. Caryl suggested that Pope
                                write a poem to point up the silliness
                                of the quarrel. Pope addresses Caryl as
                                if he were a muse.For further
                              information on "invoking the muse," see Epic Conventions,
                              above. 
                           
                          Belinda:
                                Arabella Fermor. Belinda is a poetic
                                name associated with gentleness.For
further
                              information about Arabella Fermor, see Source,
                              above. 
                           
                          Goddess:
                                Another reference to Caryl as the muse.
                           
                          Sol:
                                the sun
                           
                          curtains:
                                the curtains on Belinda's bed
                           
                          tim'rous:
                                timorous, meaning shy, timid
                           
                          oped:
                                opened
                           
                          must
                                  eclipse the day: Belinda's eyes
                                are so bright that they rival the
                                brightness of the sun. 
                           
                          lap-dogs:
                                dogs small enough to be held in the lap
                           
                          press'd
                                  watch: a kind of clock. Pressing a
                                button on it caused a bell to sound
                                the current hour or quarter hour.
                           
                          Sylph:
                                fairy, sprite
                           
                          Birth-night:
                                evening
                                celebration of a royal person's birthday
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza
                                  2
                        Fairest
                                  of mortals, thou distinguish'd
                                  care 
                           
                          Of
                                  thousand bright Inhabitants of Air! 
                           
                          If
                                e'er one vision touch'd thy infant
                                thought, 
                           
                          Of
                                all the Nurse and all the Priest have
                                taught;........ 
.             
                                30 
                           
                          Of
                                airy Elves by moonlight shadows
                                seen, 
                           
                          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,..........                 
                                35 
                           
                          Nor
                                bound thy narrow views to things
                                below. 
                           
                          Some
                                  secret truths, from learned pride
                                  conceal'd, 
                           
                          To
                                  Maids alone and Children are reveal'd:
                           
                          What
                                  tho' no credit doubting Wits may give?
                           
                          The
                                Fair and Innocent shall still believe....................              
                                40 
                           
                          Know,
                                then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee
                                fly, 
                           
                          The
                                light Militia of the lower sky: 
                           
                          These,
                                tho' unseen, are ever on the wing, 
                           
                          Hang
                                o'er the Box, and hover round
                                the Ring. 
                         
                        Notes,
                                  Stanza 2
                         
                        Fairest
                                . . . Air:
                              The youth in her dream (Line 23) addresses
                              Belinda as the fairest mortal,
                              saying she is watched over by a thousand
                              sprites inhabiting the air.
                           
                          silver
                                token: coin
                              left by a fairy as a gift for a favored
                              mortal
                           
                          Some
                                . . . give:
                              Certain secrets are revealed only to
                              maidens like Belinda and to children,
                              but not to highly educated people.
                              Skeptics may doubt the truth of these
                              secrets but Belinda and innocent children
                              believe them.
                           
                          Box,
                                Ring: The spirits
                              of the air hover around Belinda while she
                              is in her theatre box or traveling
                              in her carriage on a circular road (ring)
                              in Hyde Park, a large park in
                              the Westminster borough of London.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza
                                  3
                        Think
                                  what an equipage thou hast in Air,.......                  
                                45 
                           
                          And
                                  view with scorn two Pages and a Chair.
                           
                          As
                                  now your own, our beings were of
                                  old, 
                           
                          And
                                  once inclos'd in Woman's beauteous
                                  mould; 
                           
                          Thence,
                                  by a soft transition, we repair 
                           
                          From
                                  earthly Vehicles to these of air.................................50 
                           
                          Think
                                  not, when Woman's transient breath is
                                  fled 
                           
                          That
                                  all her vanities at once are
                                  dead; 
                           
                          Succeeding
                              vanities she
                              still regards, 
                           
                          And
                              tho' she plays no more,
                              o'erlooks the cards. 
                           
                          Her
                              joy in gilded Chariots,
                              when alive,..................................55 
                           
                          And
                              love of Ombre,
                              after death survive. 
                           
                          For
                              when the Fair in all
                              their pride expire, 
                           
                          To
                              their first Elements
                              their Souls retire: 
                           
                          The
                              Sprites
                                  of fiery Termagants in
                              Flame 
                           
                          Mount
                              up, and take a Salamander's
                              name............................60 
                           
                          Soft
                                  yielding
                                minds
                                to Water glide away, 
                           
                          And
                                sip, with Nymphs, their elemental
                                Tea. 
                           
                          The
                                graver Prude sinks downward to a
                                Gnome, 
                           
                          In
                                search of mischief still on Earth to
                                roam. 
                           
                          The
                                light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,............................  
                                65 
                           
                          And
                                sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
                         
                        Notes,
                                  Stanza 3
                         
                        Think
                                . . .Chair:
                              You now have an army of sprites to look
                              after you, not just two pages
                           
                          As
                                  . . . air: The sprites were
                              once women with beauteous forms.
                              After death, they became spirits of the
                              air.
                           
                          Think
                                  . . . dead: After a woman
                              dies, she retains an interest in
                              amusements.
                           
                          gilded
                                Chariots:
                              splendid carriages to ride in
                           
                          Ombre:
                              a popular
                              card game for three players in which only
                              40 of the 52 cards are dealt—the
                              eights, nines, and tens are held back.
                           
                          Sprites
                                . . . Termagants:
                              The spirits of quarrelsome, overbearing
                              women. 
                           
                          Salamander:
                              in myth,
                              a lizard-like reptile that lived in fire;
                              a spirit in the alchemy of Paracelsus
                              (1493-1541), a Swiss physician
                           
                          Soft
                                  yielding: Beginning here
                              and continuing down to Line 66, the
                              meaning is as follows: Other sprites live
                              in water, keeping company with
                              nymphs (minor goddess inhabiting the sea).
                              Some sprites in the earth as
                              gnomes (dwarflike creatures), and some of
                              them live in the air.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 4
                        "Know
                              further yet; whoever
                              fair and chaste
                           
                          Rejects
                              mankind, is by some
                              Sylph embrac'd:
                           
                          For
                              Spirits, freed from
                              mortal laws, with ease
                           
                          Assume
                              what sexes and what
                              shapes they
please.                 70
                           
                          What
                                  guards the purity of melting Maids,
                           
                          In
                                  courtly balls, and midnight
                                  masquerades,
                           
                          Safe
                                  from the treach'rous friend, the daring spark,
                           
                          The
                                  glance by day, the whisper in the
                                  dark,
                           
                          When
                                  kind occasion prompts their warm
                                  desires,..............75
                           
                          When
                                  music softens, and when dancing fires?
                           
                          'Tis
                                  but their Sylph, the wise
                              Celestials know,
                           
                          Tho'
                              Honour is the word
                              with Men below.
                           
                          Some
                                  nymphs there are, too
                              conscious of their face,
                           
                          For
                              life predestin'd to
                              the Gnomes' embrace............................80
                           
                          These
                              swell their prospects
                              and exalt their pride,
                           
                          When
                              offers are disdain'd,
                              and love deny'd:
                           
                          Then
                              gay Ideas crowd the
                              vacant brain,
                           
                          While
                              Peers, and Dukes,
                              and all their sweeping train,
                           
                          And
                              Garters, Stars, and
                                Coronets appear,...........................85
                           
                          And
                              in soft sounds, Your
                                Grace salutes their ear.
                           
                          'Tis
                              these that early taint
                              the female soul,
                           
                          Instruct
                              the eyes of young
                              Coquettes
                              to roll,
                           
                          Teach
                                Infant-cheeks abidden
                                blush to know,
                           
                          And
                              little hearts to flutter
                              at a Beau........................................90
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 4
                         
                        What
                                . . . Sylph:
                              Sylphs (sprites) guard the purity of
                              maidens from men who would take advantage
                              of them.
                           
                          daring
                                  spark: a bold gentleman; an
                              aggressive beau
                           
                          Some
                                  nymphs: From this phrase
                              down to Line 90, the poem says that
                              some sprites urge young ladies to be
                              proud. In their vanity, these women
                              refuse the offers of gentlemen.
                           
                          Garters,
                                Stars, and Coronets:
                              the badges and other insignia of persons
                              of high rank. 
                           
                          Your
                                Grace: a member
                              of the nobility. Although the phrase is in
                              second-person point of view,
                              it is to be read in third-person point of
                              view as if it says, "His Grace."
                           
                          Coquettes:
                              flirtatious
                              women
                           
                          Teach
                                . . . blush:
                              Teach young ladies to wear rouge
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 5
                        Oft,
                              when the world imagine
                              women stray, 
                           
                          The
                              Sylphs thro' mystic
                              mazes guide their way, 
                           
                          Thro'
                              all the giddy circle
                              they pursue, 
                           
                          And
                              old impertinence expel
                              by new. 
                           
                          What
                              tender maid but must
                              a victim fall..................................95
                           
                          To
                              one man's treat, but
                              for another's ball? 
                           
                          When
                              Florio speaks
                              what virgin could withstand, 
                           
                          If
                              gentle Damon did
                              not squeeze her hand? 
                           
                          With
                              varying vanities, from
                              ev'ry part, 
                           
                          They
                              shift the moving Toyshop
                              of their heart;.........................100 
                           
                          Where wigs with wigs,
                                with sword-knots
                                sword-knots strive, 
                           
                          Beaux
                                banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
                           
                          This
                                  erring mortals Levity may call; 
                           
                          Oh
                                  blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it
                                  all.
                           
                          Of
                                  these am I, who thy protection
                                claim,..............................105 
                           
                          A
                                watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
                           
                          Late,
                              as I rang'd
                              the crystal wilds of air, 
                           
                          In
                              the clear Mirror of thy
                              ruling Star 
                           
                          I
                              saw, alas! some dread
                              event impend, 
                           
                          Ere
                              to the main this morning
                              sun descend,...........................110 
                           
                          But
                              heav'n reveals not what,
                              or how, or where: 
                           
                          Warn'd
                              by the Sylph, oh
                              pious maid, beware! 
                           
                          This
                              to disclose is all
                              thy guardian can: 
                           
                          Beware
                              of all, but most
                              beware of Man!"
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 5
                         
                        Florio,
                                Damon: Names
                              commonly used in poetry in Pope's time the
                              way we use Tom, Dick, and Harry—or
                              John Doe—today. They do not refer to a
                              specific person but to men in
                              general. 
                           
                          Where
                                . . . drive:
                              The young gentlemen are vying for the
                              attention of the young ladies.
                           
                           sword-knots:
                              A sword knot was a loop of fabric or
                              leather attached to the handle of
                              a sword. A swordsman placed the loop
                              around his wrist as a support for
                              maintaining his grip. Some sword knots
                              were intended only as ornaments.
                           
                          Beaux:
                              plural of beau
                           
                          This
                                  . . . all: Humans are wrong
                              to think that young women are responsible
                              for their frivolous and flirtatious
                              behavior (levity). The truth is that
                              sprites cause this behavior. 
                           
                          Of
                                  these: Beginning with this
                              phrase and continuing down to Line
                              114, Belinda's guardian sprite introduces
                              himself as Ariel, then discloses
                              that a dreadful event is about to happen.
                              He does not know what will occur,
                              or how or where, but warns Belinda to
                              beware. 
                           
                          rang'd:
                              ranged
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 6
                        He
                              said; when Shock,
                              who thought she slept too long,...........115 
                           
                          Leap'd
                              up, and wak'd his
                              mistress with his tongue. 
                           
                          '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................................120 
                           
                          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,..................................125 
                           
                          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;................................130 
                           
                          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,.................................135 
                           
                          Transformed
                              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,............................140 
                           
                          Repairs
                              her smiles, 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,.........................145 
                           
                          These
                              set the head, and
                              those divide the hair, 
                           
                          Some
                              fold the sleeve, whilst
                              others plait the gown: 
                           
                          And
                              Betty's prais'd for
                              labours not her own.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 6
                         
                        Shock:
                              Belinda's dog.
                           
                          Billet-doux:
                              love
                              letter. From the French billet (note,
                              letter) and
                              doux
                              (sweet). The French pronunciation
                              is be yay DOO; the English pronunciation
                              is BIL ay DOO.
                           
                          Toilet:
                              dressing
                              table or dressing room.
                           
                          Th'
                                inferior Priestess:
                              Servant, maid.
                           
                          decks
                                . . . spoil:
                              adorns Belinda with jewels and other
                              ornaments.
                           
                          casket:
                              box, case.
                           
                          Tortoise:
                              The shell
                              of a tortoise was used in making combs.
                           
                          Elephant:
                              Reference
                              to ivory.
                           
                          Bibles:
                              Small Bibles
                              were fashionable accessories on ladies'
                              dressing tables.
                           
                          Now
                                  . . . arms: Here begins an
                              epic convention,
                              a warrior putting on his armor. In this
                              case, of course, it is a woman
                              putting on her clothes in preparation for
                              vying in the battle of the sexes. 
                       | 
                     
                  
                 
              
               
               
              
                
              
                .
              
                
                  
                    
                      | Stanza
                                  1
                         Not
                                  with more glories, in th' ethereal
                                  plain,
                           
                          The
                              Sun first rises o'er
                              the purpled main,
                           
                          Than,
                              issuing forth, the
                              rival of his beams
                           
                          Launch'd
                              on the bosom of
                              the silver Thames.
                           
                          Fair
                              Nymphs, and well-drest
                              Youths around her shone...............5
                           
                          But
                              ev'ry eye was fix'd
                              on her alone.
                           
                          On
                              her white breast a sparkling
                              Cross she wore,
                           
                          Which
                                Jews might kiss,
                              and Infidels adore.
                           
                          Her
                              lively looks a sprightly
                              mind disclose,
                           
                          Quick
                              as her eyes, and as
                              unfix'd as those:............................10
                           
                          Favours
                              to none, to all
                              she smiles extends;
                           
                          Oft
                              she rejects, but never
                              once offends.
                           
                          Bright
                              as the sun, her eyes
                              the gazers strike,
                           
                          And,
                              like the sun, they
                              shine on all alike.
                           
                          Yet
                              graceful ease, and sweetness
                              void of pride,.......................15
                           
                          Might
                              hide her faults, if
                              Belles had faults to hide:
                           
                          If
                              to her share some female
                              errors fall,
                           
                          Look
                              on her face, and you'll
                              forget 'em all.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 1
                         
                        Not
                                . . . plain: Here
                              begins an epic
                                convention, the great voyage.
                              In this case, Belinda is traveling in a
                              boat on the Thames River with youths
                              and guardian sprites. They all look so
                              glorious that they rival the sunshine.
                           
                          Which
                                . . . kiss:
                              An offensive line that is out of place in
                              an otherwise delightful poem
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 2
                        This
                              Nymph, to the destruction
                              of mankind,
                           
                          Nourish'd
                              two Locks, which
                              graceful hung behind.....................20
                           
                          In
                              equal curls, and well
                              conspir'd to deck
                           
                          With
                              shining ringlets the
                              smooth iv'ry neck.
                           
                          Love in these labyrinths
                                his slaves detains,
                           
                          And
                              mighty hearts are held
                              in slender chains.
                           
                          With
                                  hairy springes
                                  we the birds betray,............................25
                           
                          Slight
                                  lines of hair surprise the finny
                                  prey,
                           
                          Fair
                                  tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
                           
                          And
                              beauty draws us with
                              a single hair.
                           
                          Th'
                              advent'rous Baron the
                              bright locks admir'd;
                           
                          He
                              saw, he wish'd, and to
                              the prize aspir'd..............................30
                           
                          Resolv'd
                              to win, he meditates
                              the way,
                           
                          By
                              force to ravish, or by
                              fraud betray;
                           
                          For
                              when success a Lover's
                              toil attends,
                           
                          Few
                              ask, if fraud or force
                              attain'd his ends.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 2
                         
                        Love
                                . . . detains:
                              Young men fall in love with her glorious
                              curls (labyrinths) of hair, becoming
                              slaves to her beauty.
                           
                          With
                                . . . ensnare:
                              Just as we catch game birds in snares and
                              fish ("finny prey") in nets,
                              Belinda catches men with her hair.
                           
                          springes:
                              traps, snares
                           
                          finny:
                              having fins
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 3
                        For
                              this, ere Phoebus
                              rose, he
                              had implor'd...........................35
                           
                          Propitious
                              heav'n, and ev'ry
                              pow'r ador'd,
                           
                          But
                              chiefly Love—to
                                Love an Altar built,
                           
                          Of
                              twelve vast French Romances,
                              neatly gilt.
                           
                          There
                              lay three garters,
                              half a pair of gloves;
                           
                          And
                              all the trophies of
                              his former loves;...................................40
                           
                          With
                              tender Billet-doux
                              he lights the pyre,
                           
                          And
                              breathes three am'rous
                              sighs to raise the fire.
                           
                          Then
                              prostrate falls, and
                              begs with ardent eyes
                           
                          Soon
                              to obtain, and long
                              possess the prize:
                           
                          The
                              pow'rs gave ear, and
                              granted half his pray'r,.......................45
                           
                          The
                              rest, the winds dispers'd
                              in empty air.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 3
                         
                        Phoebus:
                              Apollo, the
                              sun god. Phoebus means bright
                                one. In Greek mythology, Phoebus
                              Apollo became the sun, driving his golden
                              chariot across the sky. Thus,
                              Phoebus
                              became a synonym for sun. 
                           
                          he:
                              the baron (mentioned in Line 29).
                           
                          to
                                . . . built: From
                              here down to Line 46, the poem says the
                              baron places mementoes of young
                              ladies of his acquaintance on an altar.
                              Then he burns them in a "funeral"
                              fire (pyre) fueled with love letters; he
                              is offering a sacrifice that the
                              gods may grant his wish to obtain locks of
                              Belinda's hair.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 4
                        But
                              now secure the painted
                              vessel glides,
                           
                          The
                              sun-beams trembling
                              on the floating tides:
                           
                          While
                              melting music steals
                              upon the sky,
                           
                          And
                              soften'd sounds along
                              the waters die;...............................50
                           
                          Smooth
                              flow the waves, the
                              Zephyrs
                              gently play,
                           
                          Belinda
                              smil'd, and all
                              the world was gay.
                           
                          All
                              but the Sylph—with
                              careful thoughts opprest,
                           
                          Th'
                              impending woe sat heavy
                              on his breast.
                           
                          He
                                summons strait his
                                Denizens of air;................../............55
                           
                          The lucid squadrons round
                                the sails repair:
                           
                          Soft
                              o'er the shrouds
                              aerial whispers breathe,
                           
                          That
                              seem'd but Zephyrs
                              to the train beneath.
                           
                          Some
                              to the sun their insect-wings
                              unfold,
                           
                          Waft
                              on the breeze, or sink
                              in clouds of gold;..........................60
                           
                          Transparent
                              forms, too fine
                              for mortal sight,
                           
                          Their
                              fluid bodies half
                              dissolv'd in light,
                           
                          Loose
                              to the wind their
                              airy garments flew,
                           
                          Thin
                              glitt'ring textures
                              of the filmy dew,
                           
                          Dipt
                              in the richest tincture
                              of the skies,...................................65
                           
                          Where
                              light disports
                                in ever-mingling dyes,
                           
                          While
                                ev'ry beam new
                                transient colours flings,
                           
                          Colours
                              that change whene'er
                              they wave their wings.
                           
                          Amid
                              the circle, on the
                              gilded mast,
                           
                          Superior
                              by the head, was
                              Ariel plac'd;....................................70
                           
                          His
                              purple pinions
                              op'ning to the sun,
                           
                          He
                              rais'd his azure wand,
                              and thus begun.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 4
                         
                        Zephyrs:
                              west winds
                              or soft breezes.
                           
                          Sylph:
                              Ariel
                           
                          He
                                . . . repair:
                              Ariel summons his helpers, and they gather
                              around Belinda.
                           
                          shrouds:
                              ropes or
                              wires attached to a mast and secured on
                              the sides of a ship. They keep
                              the mast steady.
                           
                          light
                                . . . flings:
                              The light displays a variety of colors.
                           
                          disports:
                              plays; amuses itself
                           
                          pinions:
                              wings
                         
                        Stanza 5
                         
                        Ye
                              Sylphs and Sylphids,
                              to your chief give ear!
                           
                          Fays,
                              Fairies, Genii, Elves,
                              and Daemons, hear!
                           
                          Ye
                                know the spheres
                              and various tasks assign'd.....................75
                           
                          By
                              laws eternal to th' aerial
                              kind.
                           
                          Some
                              in the fields of purest
                              Aether play,
                           
                          And
                              bask and whiten in the
                              blaze of day.
                           
                          Some
                              guide the course of
                              wand'ring orbs on high,
                           
                          Or
                              roll the planets thro'
                              the boundless sky...............................80
                           
                          Some
                              less refin'd, beneath
                              the moon's pale light
                           
                          Pursue
                              the stars that shoot
                              athwart the night,
                           
                          Or
                              suck the mists in grosser
                              air below,
                           
                          Or
                              dip their pinions in
                              the painted bow,
                           
                          Or
                              brew fierce tempests
                              on the wintry main,............................85
                           
                          Or
                              o'er the glebe
                              distil the kindly rain.
                           
                          Others
                              on earth o'er human
                              race preside,
                           
                          Watch
                              all their ways, and
                              all their actions guide:
                           
                          Of
                              these the chief the care
                              of Nations own,
                           
                          And
                              guard with Arms divine
                              the British Throne.........................90
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 5
                         
                        Sylphids:
                              Female sylphs,
                              female sprites
                           
                          Ye
                                know: From this
                              phrase down to Line 90, Ariel describes
                              the tasks assigned to the various
                              kinds of sprites.
                           
                          glebe:
                              earth
                         
                        Stanza 6
                         
                        Our
                                humbler province
                              is to tend the Fair, 
                           
                          Not
                              a less pleasing, tho'
                              less glorious care; 
                           
                          To
                              save the powder from
                              too rude a gale, 
                           
                          Nor
                              let th' imprison'd-essences
                              exhale; 
                           
                          To
                              draw fresh colours from
                              the vernal flow'rs;...........................95
                           
                          To
                              steal from rainbows e'er
                              they drop in show'rs 
                           
                          A
                              brighter wash;
                              to curl their waving hairs, 
                           
                          Assist
                              their blushes, and
                              inspire their airs; 
                           
                          Nay
                              oft, in dreams, invention
                              we bestow, 
                           
                          To
                              change a Flounce,
                              or add a Furbelow............................100 
                           
                          This
                              day, black Omens threat
                              the brightest Fair, 
                           
                          That
                              e'er deserv'd a watchful
                              spirit's care; 
                           
                          Some
                              dire disaster, or by
                              force, or slight; 
                           
                          But
                              what, or where, the
                              fates have wrapt in night. 
                           
                          Whether
                              the nymph shall
                              break Diana's law,........................105 
                           
                          Or
                              some frail China jar
                              receive a flaw; 
                           
                          Or
                              stain her honour or her
                              new brocade; 
                           
                          Forget
                              her pray'rs, or miss
                              a masquerade; 
                           
                          Or
                              lose her heart, or necklace,
                              at a ball; 
                           
                          Or
                              whether Heav'n has doom'd
                              that Shock must fall................110 
                           
                          Haste,
                              then, ye spirits!
                              to your charge repair: 
                           
                          The
                              flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's
                              care; 
                           
                          The
                              drops to thee, Brillante,
                              we consign; 
                           
                          And,
                              Momentilla,
                              let the watch be thine; 
                           
                          Do
                              thou, Crispissa,
                              tend her fav'rite Lock;..............................115 
                           
                          Ariel
                              himself shall be the
                              guard of Shock. 
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 6
                         
                        Our
                                humbler province:
                              From this phrase down to Line 100, Ariel
                              tells his sprites that one of
                              their jobs is to tend to the needs of fair
                              ladies—to keep their powders
                              and perfumes in place, to curl their hair,
                              to put color in their cheeks,
                              etc. 
                           
                          wash:
                              skin lotion 
                           
                           Flounce:
                              frill or ruffle 
                           
                          Furbelow:
                              also a
                              ruffle or any other ornament 
                           
                          Diana's
                                law: the
                              law of Diana (Greek name, Artemis),
                              Apollo's twin sister and the
                              virgin goddess of chastity. This law
                              required young women to maintain their
                              chastity. 
                           
                          Zephyretta:
                              Sprite
                              in charge of regulating the wind generated
                              by a fan. 
                           
                          drops:
                              earrings. 
                           
                          Brillante:
                              Sprite
                              in charge of earrings 
                           
                          Momentilla:
                              Sprite
                              in charge of watching the time 
                           
                          Crispissa:
                              Sprite
                              in charge of guarding Belinda's favorite
                              lock of hair. 
                           
                          Shock:
                              Belinda's
                              dog.
                         
                        Stanza 7
                         
                        To
                              fifty chosen Sylphs, of
                              special note, 
                           
                          We
                              trust th' important charge,
                              the Petticoat: 
                           
                          Oft
                              have we known that seven-fold
                              fence to fail, 
                           
                          Tho'
                              stiff with hoops, and
                              arm'd with ribs of whale;..................120 
                           
                          Form
                              a strong line about
                              the silver bound, 
                           
                          And
                              guard the wide circumference
                              around. 
                           
                          Whatever
                              spirit, careless
                              of his charge, 
                           
                          His
                              post neglects, or leaves
                              the fair at large, 
                           
                          Shall
                              feel sharp vengeance
                              soon o'ertake his sins,.................125 
                           
                          Be
                              stopp'd in vials, or
                              transfix'd with pins; 
                           
                          Or
                              plung'd in lakes of bitter
                              washes lie, 
                           
                          Or
                              wedg'd whole ages in
                              a bodkin's eye: 
                           
                          Gums
                              and Pomatums
                              shall his flight restrain, 
                           
                          While
                              clogg'd he beats his
                              silken wings in vain;.....................130 
                           
                          Or
                              Alum styptics
                              with contracting pow'r 
                           
                          Shrink
                              his thin essence
                              like a rivel'd flow'r: 
                           
                          Or,
                              as Ixion fix'd,
                              the wretch shall feel 
                           
                          The
                              giddy motion of the
                              whirling Mill, 
                           
                          In
                              fumes of burning Chocolate
                              shall glow,..............................135 
                           
                          And
                              tremble at the sea that
                              froths below! 
                           
                          He
                              spoke; the spirits from
                              the sails descend; 
                           
                          Some,
                              orb in orb, around
                              the nymph extend; 
                           
                          Some
                              thrid the mazy
                              ringlets of her hair; 
                           
                          Some
                              hang upon the pendants
                              of her ear:.............................140 
                           
                          With
                              beating hearts the
                              dire event they wait, 
                           
                          Anxious,
                              and trembling for
                              the birth of Fate. 
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 7
                         
                        Pomatums:
                              ointments 
                           
                          styptics:
                              preparations
                              that stop bleeding 
                           
                          rivel'ed:
                              shriveled,
                              shrunken 
                           
                          Ixion:
                              In Greek mythology,
                              King of Lapithae, who dared to fall in
                              love with Hera, queen of the gods
                              and wife of Zeus. To punish him, Zeus had
                              him tied in Hades to a wheel
                              that revolved nonstop. 
                           
                          Mill:
                              chocolate mill. 
                           
                          thrid:
                              threaded 
                           
                          mazy:
                              like a maze 
                       | 
                     
                  
                 
              
              
                
              
               .
              
                
                  
                    
                      | Stanza 1
                         Close
                              by those meads,
                              for ever crown'd with flow'rs, 
                           
                          Where
                              Thames with pride
                              surveys his rising tow'rs, 
                           
                          There
                              stands a structure
                              of majestic frame, 
                           
                          Which
                              from the neighb'ring
                              Hampton takes its name. 
                           
                          Here
                              Britain's statesmen
                              oft the fall foredoom............................5 
                           
                          Of
                              foreign Tyrants and of
                              Nymphs at home; 
                           
                          Here
                              thou, great Anna!
                              whom
                                three realms obey. 
                           
                          Dost
                              sometimes counsel take—and
                              sometimes Tea. 
                           
                          Hither
                              the heroes and the
                              nymphs resort, 
                           
                          To
                              taste awhile the pleasures
                              of a Court;.................................10 
                           
                          In
                              various talk th' instructive
                              hours they past, 
                           
                          Who
                              gave the ball, or paid
                              the visit last; 
                           
                          One
                              speaks the glory of
                              the British Queen, 
                           
                          And
                              one describes a charming
                              Indian screen; 
                           
                          A
                              third interprets motions,
                              looks, and eyes;............................15 
                           
                          At
                                ev'ry word a reputation
                                dies. 
                           
                          Snuff,
                              or the fan, supply
                              each pause of chat, 
                           
                          With
                              singing, laughing,
                              ogling, and _all that. 
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 1
                         
                        meads:
                              meadows 
                           
                          structure:
                              the royal
                              palace at Hampton Court 
                           
                          Anna
                                . . . three:
                              Anne (1665-1714), queen of England,
                              Scotland, and Ireland from 1702 to
                              1714. 
                           
                          At
                                . . . dies: There
                              was much gossip at the court.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 2
                        Meanwhile,
                              declining from
                              the noon of day,
                           
                          The
                              sun obliquely shoots
                              his burning ray;................................20
                           
                          The
                              hungry Judges soon the
                              sentence sign,
                           
                          And
                              wretches hang that jury-men
                              may dine;
                           
                          The
                              merchant from th' Exchange
                              returns in peace,
                           
                          And
                              the long labours of
                              the Toilet cease.
                           
                          Belinda
                              now, whom thirst
                              of fame invites,................................25
                           
                          Burns
                              to encounter two
                                advent'rous Knights,
                           
                          At
                                Ombre singly to
                              decide their doom;
                           
                          And
                              swells her breast with
                              conquests yet to come.
                           
                          Straight the three bands
                                prepare in arms to join,
                           
                          Each
                                  band the number of the sacred nine.          
.           
                              30
                           
                          Soon
                              as she spreads her
                              hand, th' aerial guard
                           
                          Descend,
                              and sit on each
                              important card:
                           
                          First
                              Ariel perch'd upon
                              a Matadore,
                           
                          Then
                              each, according to
                              the rank they bore;
                           
                          For
                              Sylphs, yet mindful
                              of
                              their ancient race,...........................35
                           
                          Are,
                              as when women, wondrous
                              fond of place.
                           
                          Behold,
                              four Kings in majesty
                              rever'd,
                           
                          With
                              hoary whiskers
                              and a forky beard;
                           
                          And
                              four fair Queens whose
                              hands sustain a flow'r,
                           
                          Th'
                              expressive emblem of
                              their softer pow'r;.............................40
                           
                          Four
                              Knaves in garbs succinct,
                              a trusty band,
                           
                          Caps
                              on their heads, and
                              halberts
                              in their hand;
                           
                          And
                              particolour'd troops,
                              a shining train,
                           
                          Draw
                              forth to combat on
                              the velvet plain.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 2
                         
                        two
                                . . .Ombre: Ombre
                              requires three players. Here, Belinda will
                              vie with two gentlemen. 
                           
                          Straight
                                . . . join:
                              Here begins an epic
                                convention, the battle.
                           
                          Each
                                . . . nine:
                              In Greek mythology, the nine muses of
                              Mount Olympus. The cards, dealt
                              in groups, correspond in number to the
                              nine muses in Greek mythology.
                           
                          Matadore
                                (also Matador):
                              card of the highest value in ombre 
                           
                          hoary
                                whiskers: gray
                              mustaches
                           
                          halberts
                              (also halberds
                              or halbards): A halbert was a
                              weapon with a shaft five to six feet
                              long topped by a pike, or spearhead, and
                              below the pike an axe blade. A
                              warrior could thrust with a halbert, as
                              with a spear, or hack, as with
                              a battle-axe.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 3
                        The
                              skillful Nymph reviews
                              her force with care:........................45
                           
                          Let
                              Spades be trumps! she
                              said, and trumps they were.
                           
                          Now
                              move to war her sable
                              Matadores,
                           
                          In
                              show like leaders of
                              the swarthy Moors.
                           
                          Spadillo
                              first, unconquerable
                              Lord!
                           
                          Led
                              off two captive trumps,
                              and swept the board......................50
                           
                          As
                              many more Manillo
                              forc'd to yield,
                           
                          And
                              march'd a victor from
                              the verdant field.
                           
                          Him
                              Basto follow'd,
                              but his fate more hard
                           
                          Gain'd
                              but one trump and
                              one Plebeian card.
                           
                          With
                              his broad sabre next,
                              a chief in years,............................55
                           
                          The
                              hoary Majesty of Spades
                              appears,
                           
                          Puts
                              forth one manly leg,
                              to sight reveal'd,
                           
                          The
                              rest, his many-colour'd
                              robe conceal'd.
                           
                          The
                              rebel Knave,
                              who dares his prince engage,
                           
                          Proves
                              the just victim of
                              his royal rage....................................60
                           
                          Ev'n
                              mighty Pam, that Kings
                              and Queens o'erthrew
                           
                          And
                              mow'd down armies in
                              the fights of Lu,
                           
                          Sad
                              chance of war! now destitute
                              of aid,
                           
                          Falls
                              undistinguish'd by
                              the victor spade!
                           
                          Thus
                              far both armies to
                              Belinda yield;.....................................65
                           
                          Now
                              to the Baron fate inclines
                              the field.
                           
                          His
                              warlike Amazon her host
                              invades,
                           
                          Th'
                              imperial consort of
                              the crown of Spades.
                           
                          The
                              Club's black Tyrant
                              first her victim dy'd,
                           
                          Spite
                              of his haughty mien,
                              and barb'rous pride:.......................70
                           
                          What
                                boots the
                                regal circle on his head,
                           
                          His
                              giant limbs, in state
                              unwieldy spread;
                           
                          That
                              long behind he trails
                              his pompous robe,
                           
                          And,
                              of all monarchs, only
                              grasps the globe?
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 3
                         
                        Spadillo:
                              ace of spades
                           
                          Manillo:
                              two of spades,
                              a card of high value
                           
                          Basto:
                              ace of clubs,
                              card with third-highest value
                           
                          Plebeian:
                              card of
                              little value
                           
                          Knave:
                              jack
                           
                          Pam:
                              jack of clubs
                           
                          Lu:
                              Loo, a card game
                              in which the jack of clubs had the highest
                              value
                           
                          mien:
                              manner
                           
                          What
                                boots the regal
                                circle: what good is the regal
                              circle
                           
                          globe:
                              golden ball
                              which, along with a scepter, was an emblem
                              of royal power
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 4
                        The
                              Baron now his Diamonds
                              pours
apace;                        75 
                           
                          Th'
                              embroider'd King who
                              shows but half his face, 
                           
                          And
                              his refulgent Queen,
                              with pow'rs combin'd 
                           
                          Of
                              broken troops an easy
                              conquest find. 
                           
                          Clubs,
                              Diamonds, Hearts,
                              in wild disorder seen, 
                           
                          With
                              throngs promiscuous
                              strow
                              the level
green.                80 
                           
                          Thus
                              when dispers'd a routed
                              army runs, 
                           
                          Of
                              Asia's troops, and Afric's
                              sable sons, 
                           
                          With
                              like confusion different
                              nations fly, 
                           
                          Of
                              various habit, and of
                              various dye, 
                           
                          The
                              pierc'd battalions dis-united
fall,                        
                              85 
                           
                          In
                              heaps on heaps; one fate
                              o'erwhelms them all. 
                           
                          The
                              Knave of Diamonds tries
                              his wily arts, 
                           
                          And
                              wins (oh shameful chance!)
                              the Queen of Hearts. 
                           
                          At
                              this, the blood the virgin's
                              cheek forsook, 
                           
                          A
                              livid paleness spreads
                              o'er all her
look;                    90 
                           
                          She
                              sees, and trembles at
                              th' approaching ill, 
                           
                          Just
                              in the jaws of ruin,
                              and Codille. 
                           
                          And
                              now (as oft in some
                              distemper'd State) 
                           
                          On
                              one nice Trick depends
                              the gen'ral fate. 
                           
                          An
                              Ace of Hearts steps forth:
                              The King
unseen                  95 
                           
                          Lurk'd
                              in her hand, and
                              mourn'd his captive Queen: 
                           
                          He
                              springs to Vengeance
                              with an eager pace, 
                           
                          And
                              falls like thunder on
                              the prostrate Ace. 
                           
                          The
                              nymph exulting fills
                              with shouts the sky; 
                           
                          The
                              walls, the woods, and
                              long
                                canals
reply.                  100 
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 4
                         
                        strow:
                              archaic form
                              of strew
                           
                          Codille:
                              A development
                              in which the challenger failed to win the
                              necessary cards. On the next
                              play, Belinda wins the game.
                           
                          long
                                canals: The
                              canals on the grounds of Hampton Court
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 5
                        Oh
                              thoughtless mortals! ever
                              blind to fate,
                           
                          Too
                              soon dejected, and too
                              soon elate.
                           
                          Sudden,
                              these honours shall
                              be snatch'd away,
                           
                          And
                              curs'd for ever this
                              victorious day.
                           
                          For
                              lo! the board with cups
                              and spoons is
crown'd,            105
                           
                          The
                              berries crackle,
                              and the mill turns round;
                           
                          On
                              shining Altars of
                                Japan they raise
                           
                          The
                              silver lamp; the fiery
                              spirits blaze:
                           
                          From
                              silver spouts the grateful
                              liquors glide,
                           
                          While
                              China's earth receives
                                the smoking tide:                
                              110
                           
                          At
                              once they gratify their
                              scent and taste,
                           
                          And
                              frequent cups prolong
                              the rich repast.
                           
                          Straight
                              hover round the
                              Fair her airy band;
                           
                          Some,
                              as she sipp'd, the
                              fuming liquor fann'd,
                           
                          Some
                              o'er her lap their
                              careful plumes
display'd,             115
                           
                          Trembling,
                              and conscious
                              of the rich brocade.
                           
                          Coffee,
                              (which makes the
                              politician wise,
                           
                          And
                              see thro' all things
                              with his half-shut eyes)
                           
                          Sent
                              up in vapours to the
                              Baron's brain
                           
                          New
                              Stratagems, the radiant
                              Lock to
gain.                     120
                           
                          Ah
                              cease, rash youth! desist
                              ere't is too late,
                           
                          Fear
                              the just Gods, and
                              think of Scylla's Fate!
                           
                          Chang'd to a bird, and
                                sent to flit in air,
                           
                          She dearly pays for Nisus'
                                injur'd hair!
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 5
                         
                        berries
                                crackle: The
                              coffee beans crackle when roasted on the
                              mill.
                           
                          Altars
                                of Japan:
                              tables coated with varnish made from a
                              substance of a Japanese tree of
                              the cashew family. 
                           
                          China's
                                . . . tide:
                              The china coffee cups receive the steaming
                              coffee.
                           
                          Scylla's
                                . . . hair:
                              In Greek mythology, Scylla betrayed her
                              father, Nisus, King of Megara,
                              by cutting off a lock of his hair—a purple
                              lock with magical powers that
                              safeguarded him and his kingdom. Scylla
                              did so because she was in love
                              with her father's enemy, King Minos of
                              Crete, who was attacking Megara.
                              Nisus died and was changed into a sea
                              eagle. Scylla later drowned and was
                              changed into a sea bird that was chased by
                              the eagle.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 6
                        But
                              when to mischief mortals
                              bend their
will,                 125 
                           
                          How
                              soon they find fit instruments
                              of ill! 
                           
                          Just
                              then, Clarissa drew
                              with tempting grace 
                           
                          A
                              two-edg'd weapon
                              from her shining case: 
                           
                          So
                              Ladies in Romance assist
                              their Knight, 
                           
                          Present
                              the spear, and arm
                              him for the
fight.                 130 
                           
                          He
                              takes the gift with rev'rence,
                              and extends 
                           
                          The
                              little engine on his
                              fingers' ends; 
                           
                          This
                              just behind Belinda's
                              neck he spread, 
                           
                          As
                              o'er the fragrant
                                steams she bends her head. 
                           
                          Swift
                              to the Lock a thousand
                              Sprites
repair,                  135 
                           
                          A
                              thousand wings, by turns,
                              blow back the hair; 
                           
                          And
                              thrice they twitch'd
                              the diamond in her ear; 
                           
                          Thrice
                              she look'd back,
                              and thrice the foe drew near. 
                           
                          Just
                              in that instant, anxious
                              Ariel sought 
                           
                          The
                              close recesses of the
                              Virgin's
thought;                   140 
                           
                          As
                              on the nosegay
                              in her breast reclin'd, 
                           
                          He
                              watch'd th' Ideas rising
                              in her mind, 
                           
                          Sudden
                              he view'd, in spite
                              of all her art, 
                           
                          An
                              earthly Lover lurking
                              at her heart. 
                           
                          Amaz'd,
                              confus'd, he found
                              his pow'r
expir'd,                 145 
                           
                          Resign'd
                              to fate, and with
                              a sigh retir'd.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 6
                         
                        fragrant
                                steams: steam
                              from the hot coffee
                           
                          weapon:
                              scissors 
                           
                          nosegay:
                              small bouquet
                              of flowers
                         
                        Stanza 7
                         
                        The
                              Peer now
                              spreads the glitt'ring Forfex
                              wide, 
                           
                          T'
                              inclose the Lock; now
                              joins it, to divide. 
                           
                          Ev'n
                              then, before the fatal
                              engine clos'd, 
                           
                          A
                              wretched Sylph too fondly
interpos'd;                       
                              150 
                           
                          Fate
                              urg'd the shears, and
                              cut the Sylph in twain, 
                           
                          (But
                              airy substance soon
                              unites again) 
                           
                          The
                              meeting points the sacred
                              hair dissever 
                           
                          From
                              the fair head, for
                              ever, and for ever! 
                           
                          Then
                              flash'd the living
                              lightning from her
eyes,              155 
                           
                          And
                              screams of horror rend
                              th' affrighted skies. 
                           
                          Not
                              louder shrieks to pitying
                              heav'n are cast, 
                           
                          When
                              husbands, or when lapdogs
                              breathe their last; 
                           
                          Or
                              when rich China vessels
                              fall'n from high, 
                           
                          In
                              glitt'ring dust and painted
                              fragments
lie!                 160 
                           
                          Let
                              wreaths of triumph now
                              my temples twine 
                           
                          (The
                              victor cry'd) the glorious
                              Prize is mine! 
                           
                          While
                              fish in streams, or
                              birds delight in air, 
                           
                          Or
                              in a coach and six the
                              British Fair, 
                           
                          As
                              long as Atalantis
                              shall be
read,                           165 
                           
                          Or
                              the small pillow grace
                              a Lady's bed, 
                           
                          While
                              visits shall be paid
                              on solemn days, 
                           
                          When
                              num'rous wax-lights
                              in bright order blaze, 
                           
                          While
                              nymphs take treats,
                              or assignations give, 
                           
                          So
                              long my honour, name,
                              and praise shall
live!               170 
                           
                          What
                              Time would spare, from
                              Steel
                                receives its date, 
                           
                          And
                              monuments, like men,
                              submit to fate! 
                           
                          Steel
                              could the labour of
                              the Gods destroy, 
                           
                          And
                              strike to dust th'
                                imperial tow'rs of Troy; 
                           
                          Steel
                              could the works of
                              mortal pride
confound,               175 
                           
                          And
                              hew triumphal arches
                              to the ground. 
                           
                          What
                              wonder then, fair nymph!
                              thy hairs should feel, 
                           
                          The
                              conqu'ring force of
                              unresisted steel?
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 7
                         
                        The
                                Peer: the baron
                           
                          Forfex:
                              Latin for
                              scissors
                           
                          Atalantis:
                              Reference
                              to The New Atlantis, a popular
                              gossip novel by Mary de la Riviere
                              Manley (1663-1724). It alluded to
                              real-life scandals. 
                           
                          Steel
                                receives: From
                              this phrase down to Line 178, the poem
                              tells of the power of steel to endure,
                              to destroy the work of gods and men, and,
                              of course, to trim a lock of
                              hair.
                           
                          strike
                                . . . Troy:
                              In the Trojan War, the Greeks—using swords
                              and spears of steel—slaughtered
                              the Trojans and destroyed their city after
                              gaining entry to the city inside
                              a wooden horse. 
                           
                          triumphal
                                arches:
                              arches built to honor and memorialize
                              great men and heroes.
                           
                            
                       | 
                     
                  
                 
              
              
                
              
               .
              
                
                  
                    
                      | Stanza 1
                         But
                              anxious cares the pensive
                              nymph oppress'd, 
                           
                          And
                              secret passions labour'd
                              in her breast. 
                           
                          Not
                              youthful kings in battle seiz'd
                              alive, 
                           
                          Not
                              scornful virgins who their charms
                              survive, 
                           
                          Not
                              ardent lovers robb'd of all their
bliss,                    5 
                           
                          Not
                              ancient ladies when refus'd a kiss, 
                           
                          Not
                              tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, 
                           
                          Not
                                Cynthia
                              when her manteau's pinn'd awry, 
                           
                          E'er
                              felt such rage, resentment,
                              and despair, 
                           
                          As
                              thou, sad Virgin! for
                              thy ravish'd
Hair.                    10 
                           
                          For,
                              that sad moment, when
                              the Sylphs withdrew 
                           
                          And
                              Ariel weeping from Belinda
                              flew, 
                           
                          Umbriel,
                              a dusky, melancholy
                              sprite, 
                           
                          As
                              ever sully'd the fair
                              face of light, 
                           
                          Down
                              to the central earth,
                              his proper
scene,                   15 
                           
                          Repair'd
                              to search the gloomy
                              Cave
                                of Spleen. 
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 1
                         
                        Not:
                              Repeating a word at the beginning of
                              successive clauses or phrases constitutes
                              a figure of speech known as anaphora.
                           
                          Cynthia:
                              another
                              name for the goddess Diana (Greek name,
                              Artemis), Apollo's twin sister
                              and the virgin goddess of chastity.
                           
                          Cynthia
                              is derived from
                              the Greek word Kynthia, meaning from
                                or associated with Kynthos,
                              a mountain on the Greek island of Delos
                              where Artemis and Apollo were born.
                           
                          Cave
                                of Spleen: Dwelling
                              of the Queen of Spleen—that is, the queen
                              of melancholy and low spirits.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 2
                        Swift
                              on his sooty pinions
                              flits the Gnome, 
                           
                          And
                              in a vapour reach'd
                              the dismal dome. 
                           
                          No
                              cheerful breeze this
                              sullen region knows,
                           
                          The
                              dreaded East is all
                              the wind that
blows.                   20 
                           
                          Here
                              in a grotto,
                              shelter'd close from air, 
                           
                          And
                              screen'd in shades from
                              day's detested glare, 
                           
                          She
                              sighs for ever on her
                              pensive bed, 
                           
                          Pain
                              at her side, and Megrim
                              at her head. 
                           
                          Two
                              handmaids wait the throne:
                              alike in
place,                 25 
                           
                          But
                              diff'ring far in figure
                              and in face. 
                           
                          Here
                              stood Ill-nature like
                              an ancient maid, 
                           
                          Her
                              wrinkled form in black
                              and white array'd; 
                           
                          With
                              store of pray'rs, for
                              mornings, nights, and noons, 
                           
                          Her
                              hand is fill'd; her
                              bosom with
lampoons.                   30 
                           
                          There
                              Affectation, with
                              a sickly mien, 
                           
                          Shows
                              in her cheek the roses
                              of eighteen, 
                           
                          Practis'd
                              to lisp, and hang
                              the head aside. 
                           
                          Faints
                              into airs, and languishes
                              with pride, 
                           
                          On
                              the rich quilt sinks
                              with becoming
woe,                     35 
                           
                          Wrapt
                              in a gown, for sickness,
                              and for show. 
                           
                          The
                              fair ones feel such
                              maladies as these, 
                           
                          When
                              each new night-dress
                              gives a new disease.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 2
                         
                        grotto:
                              cave
                           
                          Megrim:
                              melancholy,
                              depression, low spirits; headache
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 3
                        A
                              constant Vapour o'er the
                              palace flies;
                           
                          Strange
                              phantoms rising
                              as the mists
arise;                    40
                           
                          Dreadful,
                              as hermit's dreams
                              in haunted shades,
                           
                          Or
                              bright, as visions of
                              expiring maids.
                           
                          Now
                              glaring fiends, and
                              snakes on rolling spires,
                           
                          Pale
                              spectres, gaping tombs,
                              and purple fires:
                           
                          Now
                              lakes of liquid gold,
                              Elysian
scenes,                      
                              45
                           
                          And
                              crystal domes, and angels
                              in machines.
                           
                          Unnumber'd
                              throngs on every
                              side are seen,
                           
                          Of
                              bodies
                                  chang'd to various forms by
                                Spleen.
                           
                          Here
                              living Tea-pots stand,
                              one arm held out,
                           
                          One
                              bent; the handle this,
                              and that the
spout:                 50
                           
                          A
                              Pipkin there, like
                              Homer's
                                Tripod walks;
                           
                          Here
                              sighs a Jar, and there
                              a Goose-pie talks;
                           
                          Men
                                prove with child,
                              as pow'rful fancy works,
                           
                          And
                              maids turn'd bottles,
                              call aloud for corks.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 3
                         
                        rolling
                                spires: spirals
                           
                          Elysian:
                              heavenly
                           
                          bodies
                                . . . chang'd:
                              From this phrase down to Line 54, the poem
                              describes people changed into
                              objects by the Queen of Spleen. Victims of
                              certain psychopathic disorders
                              sometimes report that they have been
                              changed into an object. 
                           
                          Pipkin:
                              small pot
                              or jar made of baked clay; small
                              earthenware container
                           
                          Homer's
                                tripod: In
                              Homer's Iliad, a tripod capable of
                              moving itself.
                           
                          Men
                                . . . child:
                              pregnant men
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 4
                        Safe
                              past the
                              Gnome thro' this fantastic
band,                 55
                           
                          A
                              branch of healing Spleenwort
                              in his hand.
                           
                          Then
                              thus address'd the
                              pow'r: "Hail, wayward Queen!
                           
                          Who
                              rule the sex to fifty
                              from fifteen:
                           
                          Parent
                              of vapours and of
                              female wit,
                           
                          Who
                                give th' hysteric,
                                or poetic
fit,                        60
                           
                          On various tempers act
                                by various ways,
                           
                          Make
                                  some take physic, others scribble
                                  plays;
                           
                          Who
                              cause the proud their
                              visits to delay,
                           
                          And
                              send the godly in a
                              pet
                              to pray.
                           
                          A
                              nymph there is, that all
                              thy pow'r
disdains,                 65
                           
                          And
                              thousands more in equal
                              mirth maintains.
                           
                          But
                              oh! if e'er thy Gnome
                              could spoil a grace,
                           
                          Or
                              raise a pimple on a beauteous
                              face,
                           
                          Like
                              Citron-waters
                              matrons cheeks inflame,
                           
                          Or
                              change complexions at
                              a losing
game;                        70
                           
                          If
                                e'er with airy horns
                                I planted heads,
                           
                          Or
                              rumpled petticoats, or
                              tumbled beds,
                           
                          Or
                              caus'd suspicion when
                              no soul was rude,
                           
                          Or
                              discompos'd the head-dress
                              of a Prude,
                           
                          Or
                              e'er to costivelap-dog
                                gave disease,                       
                              75
                           
                          Which
                              not the tears of brightest
                              eyes could ease:
                           
                          Hear
                              me, and touch Belinda
                              with chagrin,
                           
                          That
                              single act gives half
                              the world the spleen."
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 4
                         
                        Safe
                                past: safely
                              passed
                           
                          Spleenwort:
                              type
                              of fern with healing powers. The reference
                              to it is an allusion to Vergil's
                              Aeneid,
                              in which the hero, Aeneas, passes safely
                              into the underworld because he
                              is carrying a magical golden bough. 
                           
                          Who
                                . . . way: The
                              Queen of Spleen can influence the behavior
                              of young ladies in various ways.
                           
                          Make
                                  . . . plays: Some young
                              ladies under the influence of a fit
                              caused by the Queen of Spleen may take
                              medicine. Others may scribble (plays,
                              notes, love letters, drawings). 
                           
                          pet:
                              in a bad mood
                           
                          Citron-waters:
                              an
                              alcoholic beverage distilled from the
                              rinds of the lemon and citron (a
                              yellow, thick-skinned fruit that resembles
                              the lemon but is larger and
                              less acidic) 
                           
                          If
                                . . . heads: If
                              I have ever planted horns in the heads of
                              men. This clause is an allusion
                              to an old tale saying that men would grow
                              horns if their wives were
                              unfaithful. 
                           
                          costive
                                . . . disease:
                              gave a scolding to a slow-moving or
                              constipated pet dog
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 5
                        The
                              Goddess with a discontented
                              air 
                           
                          Seems
                              to reject him, tho'
                              she grants his
pray'r.               80 
                           
                          A
                                  wond'rous Bag with both her hands she
                                  binds,
                           
                          Like
                                  that where once Ulysses held the
                                  winds;
                           
                          There
                              she collects the force
                              of female lungs, 
                           
                          Sighs,
                              sobs, and passions,
                              and the war of tongues. 
                           
                          A
                              Vial next she fills with
                              fainting
fears,                     85 
                           
                          Soft
                              sorrows, melting griefs,
                              and flowing tears. 
                           
                          The
                              Gnome rejoicing bears
                              her gifts away, 
                           
                          Spreads
                              his black wings,
                              and slowly mounts to day. 
                           
                          Sunk
                              in Thalestris'
                              arms the nymph he found, 
                           
                          Her
                              eyes dejected and her
                              hair
unbound.                        90 
                           
                          Full
                              o'er their heads the
                                swelling bag he rent, 
                           
                          And
                              all the Furies issu'd
                              at the vent. 
                           
                          Belinda
                              burns with more
                              than mortal ire, 
                           
                          And
                              fierce Thalestris fans
                              the rising fire. 
                           
                          "O
                              wretched maid!" she spread
                              her hands, and
cry'd,            95 
                           
                          (While
                              Hampton's echoes,
                              "Wretched maid!" reply'd) 
                           
                          "Was
                              it for this you took
                              such constant care 
                           
                          The
                              bodkin, comb,
                              and essence to prepare? 
                           
                          For
                              this your locks in paper
                                durance bound, 
                           
                          For
                              this with tort'ring
                              irons wreath'd
around?                100 
                           
                          For
                              this with fillets
                              strain'd your tender head, 
                           
                          And
                              bravely bore the double
                              loads
                                of lead? 
                           
                          Gods!
                              shall the ravisher
                              display your hair, 
                           
                          While
                              the Fops envy,
                              and the Ladies stare! 
                           
                          Honour
                              forbid! at whose
                              unrivall'd
shrine                     105 
                           
                          Ease,
                              pleasure, virtue,
                              all our sex resign. 
                           
                          Methinks
                              already I your
                              tears survey, 
                           
                          Already
                              hear the horrid
                              things they say, 
                           
                          Already
                              see you a degraded
                                toast, 
                           
                          And
                              all your honour in a
                              whisper
lost!                        110 
                           
                          How
                              shall I, then, your
                              helpless fame defend? 
                           
                          'Twill
                              then be infamy to
                              seem your friend! 
                           
                          And
                                  shall this prize, th' inestimable
                                  prize, 
                           
                          Expos'd
                                  thro' crystal to the gazing
                                  eyes, 
                           
                          And
                                  heighten'd by the diamond's circling
rays,                115 
                           
                          On
                                  that rapacious hand for ever
                                  blaze? 
                           
                          Sooner
                              shall grass in Hyde-park
                              Circus grow, 
                           
                          And
                              wits take lodgings in
                              the sound of Bow; 
                           
                          Sooner
                              let earth, air, sea,
                              to Chaos fall, 
                           
                          Men,
                              monkeys, lap-dogs,
                              parrots, perish
all!"                 120 
                           
                          She
                              said; then raging to
                              Sir Plume repairs, 
                           
                          And
                              bids her Beau demand
                              the precious hairs; 
                           
                          (Sir
                              Plume of amber snuff-box
                              justly vain, 
                           
                          And
                              the nice conduct of
                              a clouded cane) 
                           
                          With
                              earnest eyes, and round
                              unthinking
face,                 125 
                           
                          He
                              first the snuff-box open'd,
                              then the case, 
                           
                          And
                              thus broke out—"My
                              Lord, why, what the devil? 
                           
                          "Z—ds!
                              damn the lock! 'fore
                              Gad, you must be civil! 
                           
                          Plague
                              on't!'t is past a
                              jest—nay prithee, pox! 
                           
                          Give
                              her the hair"—he spoke,
                              and rapp'd his box.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 5
                         
                        A
                                wond'rous . . . 
                                winds: In Homer's Odyssey,
                              Ulysses (Greek name, Odysseus) received
                              a bag of winds from Aeolus, the god of the
                              winds. When opened, the bag
                              would release winds favorable to Ulysses
                              on his sea voyage home. 
                           
                          Thalestris:
                              See characters,
                              above. 
                           
                          the
                                swelling . . . rent:
                              The gnome ripped the bag open. 
                           
                          bodkin:
                              hairpin 
                           
                          paper
                                durance: confinement
                              in paper. Belinda had apparently had her
                              locks wrapped in paper while receiving
                              a permanent. 
                           
                          tort'ring:
                              torturing 
                           
                          fillets:
                              bands of
                              ribbon worn to keep hair in place 
                           
                          loads
                                of lead: leaden
                              ends of paper wraps encircling curls. The
                              curls were wrapped in paper before
                              treatment of them with chemicals that
                              created a "permanent wave." The lead
                              on the ends of the paper made it easy to
                              attach one end of the paper to
                              the other. 
                           
                          Fops:
                              Vain men who
                              pay undue attention to their clothes and
                              manners. 
                           
                          degraded
                                toast: a
                              woman who has been toasted for her beauty
                              but then degraded or embarrassed
                              by some event 
                           
                          and
                                shall . . . blaze:
                              Belinda worries that the baron will
                              display the prize (the lock of hair)
                              in a diamond ring he will wear.
                           
                          Hyde-park
                                Circus:
                              The circular road in Hyde Park where
                              Londoners drove their carriages. 
                           
                          sound
                                of Bow: Bow
                              was a commercial district of London. It
                              was unlikely that a fashionable
                              person would want to live amid the hubbub
                              there. 
                           
                          clouded
                                cane: Sir
                              Plume carries a cane, or walking stick,
                              made of wood with dark (clouded)
                              grain 
                           
                          Z—ds:
                              zounds (pronounced
                              ZOONS), a mild oath. Zounds is a
                              corruption of by His wounds,
                              meaning the wounds of Christ. When spoken
                              quickly, by His wounds
                              becomes zounds.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 6
                        "It
                              grieves me much" (reply'd
                              the Peer again) 
                           
                          "Who
                              speaks so well should
                              ever speak in vain. 
                           
                          But
                              by this Lock, this sacred
                              Lock I swear, 
                           
                          (Which
                              never more shall
                              join its parted hair; 
                           
                          Which
                              never more its honours
                              shall
renew,                     135 
                           
                          Clipp'd
                              from the lovely
                              head where late it grew) 
                           
                          That
                              while my nostrils draw
                              the vital air, 
                           
                          This
                              hand, which won it,
                              shall for ever wear." 
                           
                          He
                              spoke, and speaking,
                              in proud triumph spread 
                           
                          The
                              long-contended honours
                              of her
head.                       140
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 6
                         
                        In
                              this passage, the baron
                              says that pleas for him to return the lock
                              of hair are in vain, for he
                              means to keep and display it.
                         
                        Stanza 7
                         
                        But
                                Umbriel, hateful
                              Gnome! forbears not so; 
                           
                          He
                              breaks the Vial whence
                              the sorrows flow. 
                           
                          Then
                              see! the nymph in beauteous
                              grief appears, 
                           
                          Her
                              eyes half-languishing,
                              half-drown'd in tears; 
                           
                          On
                              her heav'd bosom hung
                              her drooping
head,                   145 
                           
                          Which,
                              with a sigh, she
                              rais'd; and thus she said. 
                           
                          "For
                              ever curs'd be this
                              detested day, 
                           
                          Which
                              snatch'd my best,
                              my fav'rite curl away! 
                           
                          Happy!
                              ah ten times happy
                              had I been, 
                           
                          If
                              Hampton-Court these eyes
                              had never
seen!                   150 
                           
                          Yet
                              am not I the first mistaken
                              maid, 
                           
                          By
                              love of Courts to num'rous
                              ills betray'd. 
                           
                          Oh
                              had I rather un-admir'd
                              remain'd 
                           
                          In
                              some lone isle, or distant
                              Northern land; 
                           
                          Where
                              the gilt Chariot never
                              marks the
way,                   155 
                           
                          Where
                              none learn Ombre,
                              none e'er taste Bohea! 
                           
                          There
                              kept my charms conceal'd
                              from mortal eye, 
                           
                          Like
                              roses, that in deserts
                              bloom and die. 
                           
                          What
                              mov'd my mind with
                              youthful Lords to roam? 
                           
                          Oh
                              had I stay'd, and said
                              my pray'rs at
home!                 160 
                           
                          'Twas
                              this, the morning
                              omens seem'd to tell, 
                           
                          Thrice
                              from my trembling
                              hand the patch-box fell; 
                           
                          The
                              tott'ring China shook
                              without a wind. 
                           
                          Nay,
                              Poll sat mute,
                              and Shock was most unkind! 
                           
                          A
                              Sylph too warn'd me of
                              the threats of
fate,                 165 
                           
                          In
                              mystic visions, now believ'd
                              too late! 
                           
                          See
                              the poor remnants of
                              these slighted hairs! 
                           
                          My
                              hands shall rend
                              what ev'n thy rapine spares: 
                           
                          These
                              in two sable
                              ringlets taught to break, 
                           
                          Once
                              gave new beauties to
                              the snowy
neck;                    170 
                           
                          The
                              sister-lock now sits
                              uncouth, alone, 
                           
                          And
                              in its fellow's fate
                              foresees its own; 
                           
                          Uncurl'd
                              it hangs, the fatal
                              shears demands, 
                           
                          And
                              tempts once more thy
                              sacrilegious hands. 
                           
                          Oh
                              hadst thou, cruel! been
                              content to
seize                   175 
                           
                          Hairs
                              less in sight, or
                              any hairs but these!"
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 7
                         
                        But
                                Umbriel: From
                              this phrase down to Line 145, the poem
                              says Umbriel breaks the vial of
                              tears he obtained from the Queen of
                              Spleen, enabling Belinda to vent her
                              sorrow in a storm of tears. 
                           
                          Bohea:
                              type of black
                              tea grown in a mountain region of
                              China 
                           
                          patch-box:
                              box containing
                              a preparation for making beauty
                              marks 
                           
                          Poll:
                              pet parrot 
                           
                          Shock:
                              the dog 
                           
                          rend:
                              tear out 
                           
                          sable:
                              black 
                         
                          
                       | 
                     
                  
                 
              
              
                
              
              . 
              
                
                  
                    
                      | Stanza 1
                         She
                              said: the pitying audience
                              melt in tears. 
                           
                          But
                              Fate and Jove
                              had stopp'd the Baron's ears. 
                           
                          In
                              vain Thalestris with
                              reproach assails, 
                           
                          For
                              who can move when fair
                              Belinda fails? 
                           
                          Not
                              half so fix'd the
                                Trojan could
remain,                    5
                           
                          While
                                Anna begg'd and
                                Dido rag'd in vain. 
                           
                          Then
                              grave Clarissa graceful
                              wav'd her fan; 
                           
                          Silence
                              ensu'd, and thus
                              the nymph began. 
                           
                          "Say
                              why are Beauties prais'd
                              and honour'd most, 
                           
                          The
                              wise man's passion,
                              and the vain man's
toast?              10 
                           
                          Why
                              deck'd with all that
                              land and sea afford, 
                           
                          Why
                              Angels call'd, and Angel-like
                              ador'd? 
                           
                          Why
                              round our coaches crowd
                              the white-glov'd Beaux, 
                           
                          Why
                              bows the side-box
                              from its inmost rows; 
                           
                          How
                              vain are all these glories,
                              all our
pains,                 15 
                           
                          Unless
                              good sense preserve
                              what beauty gains: 
                           
                          That
                              men may say, when we
                              the front-box
                              grace: 
                           
                          'Behold
                              the first in virtue
                              as in face!' 
                           
                          Oh!
                              if to dance all night,
                              and dress all day, 
                           
                          Charm'd
                              the small-pox, or
                              chas'd old-age
away;                 20 
                           
                          Who
                              would not scorn what
                              housewife's cares produce, 
                           
                          Or
                              who would learn one earthly
                              thing of use? 
                           
                          To
                              patch, nay ogle, might
                              become a Saint, 
                           
                          Nor
                              could it sure be such
                              a sin to paint. 
                           
                          But
                              since, alas! frail beauty
                              must
decay,                      25 
                           
                          Curl'd
                              or uncurl'd, since
                              Locks will turn to grey; 
                           
                          Since
                              painted, or not painted,
                              all shall fade, 
                           
                          And
                              she who scorns a man,
                              must die a maid; 
                           
                          What
                              then remains but well
                              our pow'r to use, 
                           
                          And
                              keep good-humour still
                              whate'er we
lose?                   30 
                           
                          And
                              trust me, dear! good-humour
                              can prevail, 
                           
                          When
                              airs, and flights,
                              and screams, and scolding fail. 
                           
                          Beauties
                              in vain their pretty
                              eyes may roll; 
                           
                          Charms
                              strike the sight,
                              but merit wins the soul."
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 1
                         
                        Jove:
                              Jupiter, Roman
                              name for Zeus, the king of the gods in
                              Greek mythology. 
                           
                          the
                                Trojan: . . . vain:
                              allusion to Aeneas, the hero of Vergil's Aeneid.
                              While sojourning
                              in Carthage, Aeneas became the lover of
                              Carthage's queen, Dido. Although
                              Dido and her sister, Anna, pleaded for him
                              to remain in Carthage, Aeneas
                              abruptly left her to continue his sea
                              voyage to Italy. There, according
                              to Roman mythology, he founded a colony
                              that would blossom into Roman
                              civilization. 
                           
                          side
                                  box, front-box: In the
                              theatre, young ladies preferred the front
                              boxes, facing the stage. Young men sat in
                              the side boxes
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 2
                        So
                              spoke the Dame, but no
                              applause
ensu'd;                     35 
                           
                          Belinda
                              frown'd, Thalestris
                              call'd her Prude. 
                           
                          "To
                              arms, to arms!" the
                              fierce Virago cries, 
                           
                          And
                              swift as lightning to
                              the combat flies. 
                           
                          All
                              side in parties, and
                              begin th' attack; 
                           
                          Fans
                              clap, silks rustle,
                              and tough whalebones
                              crack;           
                              40 
                           
                          Heroes'
                              and Heroines' shouts
                              confus'dly rise, 
                           
                          And
                              bass, and treble voices
                              strike the skies. 
                           
                          No
                              common weapons in their
                              hands are found, 
                           
                          Like
                              Gods they fight, nor
                              dread a mortal wound. 
                           
                          So
                              when bold Homer makes
                              the Gods
engage,                      45 
                           
                          And
                              heav'nly breasts with
                              human passions rage; 
                           
                          'Gainst
                              Pallas, Mars;
                              Latona,
                              Hermes
                              arms; 
                           
                          And
                              all Olympus rings with
                              loud alarms: 
                           
                          Jove's
                              thunder roars, heav'n
                              trembles all around, 
                           
                          Blue
                              Neptune storms,
                              the bellowing deeps
resound:              50 
                           
                          Earth
                              shakes her nodding
                              tow'rs, the ground gives way. 
                           
                          And
                              the pale ghosts start
                              at the flash of day! 
                           
                          Triumphant
                              Umbriel on a
                              sconce's
                              height 
                           
                          Clapp'd
                              his glad wings,
                              and sate to view the fight: 
                           
                          Propp'd
                              on the bodkin
                                spears, the Sprites
survey               55 
                           
                          The
                              growing combat, or assist
                              the fray. 
                           
                          While
                              thro' the press enrag'd
                              Thalestris flies, 
                           
                          And
                              scatters death around
                              from both her eyes, 
                           
                          A
                              Beau and Witling perish'd
                              in the throng, 
                           
                          One
                              died in metaphor, and
                              one in
song.                         60 
                           
                          "O
                              cruel nymph! a living
                              death I bear," 
                           
                          Cry'd
                              Dapperwit,
                              and sunk beside his chair. 
                           
                          A
                              mournful glance Sir
                                Fopling upwards cast, 
                           
                          "Those
                                eyes are made
                                so killing"—was his last. 
                           
                          Thus
                              on Maeander's
                              flow'ry margin
lies                          65 
                           
                          Th'
                              expiring Swan, and as
                              he sings he dies.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 2
                         
                        whalebones:
                              horny
                              plates in the jaws of baleen whales that
                              catch plankton. Tough and flexible,
                              they were used to stiffen women's
                              corsets. 
                           
                          Pallas:
                              Another name
                              for Athena (Roman name, Minerva), goddess
                              of wisdom and war 
                           
                          Mars:
                              god of war
                              (Greek name, Ares) 
                           
                          Latona:
                              mother of
                              Apollo and Artemis (Diana). Her Greek name
                              was Leto. 
                           
                          Hermes:
                              messenger
                              of the Olympian gods (Roman name,
                              Mercury) 
                           
                          Neptune:
                              god of the
                              sea (Greek name, Poseidon) 
                           
                          sconce:
                              bracket on
                              a wall for holding a candle or a torch;
                              candlestick holder affixed to a
                              wall plaque. 
                           
                          bodkin
                                spears: pins 
                           
                          Witling:
                              a person
                              who tries to be witty 
                           
                          Dapperwit:
                              character
                              in the comedy Love in a Wood; or St.
                                James Park (1671), by playwright
                              William Wycherley (1640-1716) 
                           
                          Sir
                                Fopling: character
                              in the comedy The Man of Mode, or,
                              Sir Fopling Flutter
                              (1676), by George Etherege
                              (1635-1691) 
                           
                          Those 
                                . . . killing:
                              words from an opera 
                           
                          Maeander:
                              winding
                              river in Western Turkey. The modern name
                              for this river is Menderes.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 3
                        When
                              bold Sir Plume had drawn
                              Clarissa down, 
                           
                          Chloe
                              stepp'd in, and kill'd
                              him with a frown; 
                           
                          She
                              smil'd to see the doughty
                              hero slain, 
                           
                          But,
                              at her smile, the Beau
                              reviv'd
again.                     70 
                           
                          Now
                              Jove suspends
                              his golden scales in air, 
                           
                          Weighs
                              the Men's wits against
                              the Lady's hair; 
                           
                          The
                              doubtful beam long nods
                              from side to side; 
                           
                          At
                              length the wits mount
                              up, the hairs subside. 
                           
                          See,
                              fierce Belinda on the
                              Baron
flies,                        75 
                           
                          With
                              more than usual lightning
                              in her eyes: 
                           
                          Nor
                              fear'd the Chief th'
                              unequal fight to try, 
                           
                          Who
                              sought no more than
                              on his foe to die. 
                           
                          But
                              this bold Lord with
                              manly strength endu'd, 
                           
                          She
                              with one finger and
                              a thumb
subdu'd:                       80 
                           
                          Just
                              where the breath of
                              life his nostrils drew, 
                           
                          A
                              charge of Snuff
                              the wily virgin threw; 
                           
                          The
                              Gnomes direct, to ev'ry
                              atom just, 
                           
                          The
                              pungent grains of titillating
                              dust. 
                           
                          Sudden,
                              with starting tears
                              each eye
o'erflows,                85 
                           
                          And
                              the high dome re-echoes
                              to his nose. 
                           
                          Now
                              meet thy fate, incens'd
                              Belinda cry'd, 
                           
                          And
                              drew a deadly bodkin
                              from her side. 
                           
                          (The
                              same, his ancient personage
                              to deck, 
                           
                          Her
                              great great grandsire
                              wore about his
neck,                 90 
                           
                          In
                              three seal-rings; which
                              after, melted down, 
                           
                          Form'd
                              a vast buckle for
                              his widow's gown: 
                           
                          Her
                              infant grandame's whistle
                              next it grew, 
                           
                          The
                              bells she jingled, and
                              the whistle blew; 
                           
                          Then
                              in a bodkin grac'd
                              her mother's
hairs,                    95 
                           
                          Which
                              long she wore, and
                              now Belinda wears.) 
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 3
                         
                        Jove:
                              King of the
                              gods (Greek name, Zeus)
                           
                          endu'd:
                              endued,
                              meaning endowed
                           
                          Snuff:
                              tobacco reduced
                              to a powder. It is inhaled through the
                              nose, rubbed on the gums, or chewed.
                           
                          bodkin:
                              dagger of
                              her great-great grandfather. It was melted
                              down to form a buckle, then
                              a whistle. Part of it eventually became a
                              pin (another meaning of bodkin).
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 4
                        "Boast
                              not my fall" (he cry'd)
                              "insulting foe! 
                           
                          Thou
                              by some other shalt
                              be laid as low, 
                           
                          Nor
                              think, to die dejects
                              my lofty mind: 
                           
                          All
                              that I dread is leaving
                              you
behind!                       100 
                           
                          Rather
                              than so, ah let me
                              still survive, 
                           
                          And
                              burn in Cupid's
                              flames—but burn alive." 
                           
                          "Restore
                              the Lock!" she
                              cries; and all around 
                           
                          "Restore
                              the Lock!" the
                              vaulted roofs rebound. 
                           
                          Not
                              fierce Othello in
                                so loud a
strain                        105 
                           
                          Roar'd
                                for the handkerchief
                              that
                              caus'd his pain. 
                           
                          But
                              see how oft ambitious
                              aims are cross'd, 
                           
                          And
                              chiefs contend 'till
                              all the prize is lost! 
                           
                          The
                              Lock, obtain'd with
                              guilt, and kept with pain, 
                           
                          In
                              ev'ry place is sought,
                              but sought in
vain:                 110 
                           
                          With
                              such a prize no mortal
                              must be blest, 
                           
                          So
                              heav'n decrees! with
                              heav'n who can contest? 
                           
                          Some
                              thought it mounted
                              to the Lunar sphere, 
                           
                          Since
                              all things lost on
                              earth are treasur'd there. 
                           
                          There
                              Hero's wits are kept
                              in pond'rous
vases,                115 
                           
                          And
                              beau's in snuff-boxes
                              and tweezer-cases. 
                           
                          There
                              broken vows and death-bed
                              alms are found, 
                           
                          And
                              lovers' hearts with
                              ends of riband bound, 
                           
                          The
                              courtier's promises,
                              and sick man's pray'rs, 
                           
                          The
                              smiles of harlots, and
                              the tears of
heirs,                120 
                           
                          Cages
                              for gnats, and chains
                              to yoke a flea, 
                           
                          Dry'd
                              butterflies, and tomes
                              of casuistry.
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 4
                         
                        Cupid:
                              god of love
                              (Greek name: Eros)
                           
                          Othello:
                              In Shakespeare's
                              play of the same name, Othello wrongly
                              believes his wife has been unfaithful
                              because her handkerchief was found in the
                              possession of another man. He
                              shouts condemnations at her. Click here
                              for the Othello
                                Study Guide if you wish additional
                              information. 
                           
                          Hero:
                              priestess of
                              Aphrodite. She commits suicide after her
                              lover, Leander, drowns. This word
                              may also refer to a character in Ludovico
                              Ariosto's epic poem Orlando
                                Furioso (1516), in which the title
                              character loses his wits. They are
                              thought to be on the moon. 
                           
                          riband:
                              ribbon
                           
                          tomes:
                              books
                           
                          casuistry:
                              (1) system
                              that attempted to answer moral questions
                              by applying the principles of
                              ethics and theology to specific cases; (2)
                              method of attempting to justify
                              a seemingly sinful act as moral through
                              the application of deceptive reasoning.
                           
                         
                         
                         
                        Stanza 5
                        But
                              trust the Muse—she saw
                              it upward rise, 
                           
                          Tho'
                              mark'd by none but
                              quick, poetic eyes: 
                           
                          (So
                              Rome's great founder
                              to the heav'ns
withdrew,             125 
                           
                          To
                              Proculus alone
                              confess'd in view) 
                           
                          A
                              sudden Star, it shot thro'
                              liquid air, 
                           
                          And
                              drew behind a radiant
                              trail of hair. 
                           
                          Not
                              Berenice's Locks
                              first rose so bright, 
                           
                          The
                              heav'ns bespangling
                              with dishevell'd
light.               130 
                           
                          The
                              Sylphs behold it kindling
                              as it flies, 
                           
                          And
                              pleas'd pursue its progress
                              thro' the skies. 
                           
                          This
                              the Beau monde
                              shall from the Mall survey, 
                           
                          And
                              hail with music its
                              propitious ray. 
                           
                          This
                              the blest Lover shall
                              for Venus
take,                    135 
                           
                          And
                              send up vows from Rosamonda's
                                lake. 
                           
                          This
                              Partridge soon
                              shall view in cloudless skies, 
                           
                          When
                              next he looks thro'
                              Galileo's
                                eyes; 
                           
                          And
                              hence th' egregious
                              wizard shall foredoom 
                           
                          The
                              fate of Louis,
                              and the fall of
Rome.                      140 
                           
                          Then
                              cease, bright Nymph!
                              to mourn thy ravish'd hair, 
                           
                          Which
                              adds new glory to
                              the shining sphere! 
                           
                          Not
                              all the tresses that
                              fair head can boast, 
                           
                          Shall
                              draw such envy as
                              the Lock you lost. 
                           
                          For,
                              after all the murders
                              of your
eye,                       145 
                           
                          When,
                              after millions slain,
                              yourself shall die: 
                           
                          When
                              those fair suns shall
                              set, as set they must, 
                           
                          And
                              all those tresses shall
                              be laid in dust, 
                           
                          This
                              Lock, the Muse shall
                              consecrate to fame, 
                           
                          And
                              'midst the stars inscribe
                              Belinda's
name.                 150
                         
                        Notes, Stanza 5
                         
                        Rome's
                                great founder.
                              Romulus. According to Roman mythology, he
                              and his brother, Remus, founded
                              Rome. Romulus became the city's first
                              king. After he died in a storm, the
                              Romans assumed he was carried into the
                              heavens, and they worshipped him
                              as the god Quirinus.
                           
                          Proculus:
                              Roman senator.
                              After Romulus died, Proculus had a vision
                              in which Romulus said Rome was
                              destined for greatness. 
                           
                          Berenice:
                              Reference
                              to Berenice's Hair, a star group that
                              astronomers call Coma Berenices.
                              This northern constellation is between the
                              constellations Boötes and
                              Leo and north of the constellation Virgo.
                              Berenice herself was the wife
                              of Egypt's Ptolemy III Euergetes. When he
                              went off on a dangerous mission
                              to Syria, Berenice cut off a lock of her
                              hair as a votive offering in praying
                              for his safe return. Legend says that it
                              was taken into the heavens to
                              form a new constellation. 
                           
                          Beau
                                monde: French
                              for fashionable society
                           
                          Mall:
                              avenue in the
                              St. James district of London's Westminster
                              borough. It is near St. James's
                              Palace, the royal residence after 
                              fire destroyed Whitehall Palace
                              in 1698. The Mall was a popular walkway
                              for the well-to-do residents of
                              St. James.
                           
                          Venus:
                              goddess of
                              love (in Greek mythology, Aphrodite).
                           
                          Romsamonda's
                                lake:
                              lake in St. James's Park.
                           
                          Partridge:
                              allusion
                              to John Partridge, an astrologer who made
                              unfounded predictions in almanacs 
                           
                          Galileo's
                                eyes: lenses
                              of a telescope
                           
                          fate
                                of Louis: fate
                              of the King of France 
                       | 
                     
                  
                 
              
              . 
                   
                
              
               
               
                 |