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A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs,
“ This day black omens threat the brightest fair
fall. Haste, then, ye spirits ! to your charge repair ; The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care; The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign; And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine; Do thou, Crispissa, tend her favourite Lock; Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock.
“ To fifty chosen sylphs, of special note, We trust th' important charge, the petticoat ; Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail, Though stiff with hoops, and arm’d with ribs of
whale; 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,
eye ; Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain, While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain; Or alum styptics with contracting power Shrink his thin essence like a rivell’d flower: Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel The giddy motion of the whirling mill, In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow, 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 thread the mazy ringlets of her hair ; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear; With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of fate.
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with
flowers, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising towers, There stands a structure of majestic frame, Which from the neighbouring Hampton takes its
Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom
Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day,
For sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race,
Behold, four kings in majesty rever'd,
The skilful nymph reviews her force with care; “ 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. Spadillio first, unconquerable lord ! Led off two captive trumps, and swept the board. As many more Manillio 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, The hoary Majesty of Spades appears, Puts forth one manly leg, to sight reveald, The rest his many-colour'd robe conceald. The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage, Proves the just victim of his royal rage. E'en mighty Pam, that kings and queens o'er
threw, And mow'd down armies in the fights of loo,
Sad chance of war! now destitute of aid,
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield;
The baron now his diamonds pours apace ; Th' embroider'd king who shows but half his face, And his refulgent queen, with powers combin’d, Of broken troops an easy conquest find. Clubs, diamonds, hearts, in wild disorder seen, With throngs promiscuous strew the level green 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 disunited fall 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 ; She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill, Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille.