The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies, This the Beau monde shall from the Mall furvey, And hail with mufic its propitious ray. This the bleft Lover fhall for Venus take, And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake. 135 This Partridge foon fhall view in cloudless skies, When next he looks thro' Galilæo's eyes; And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom 140 Then cease, bright Nymph! to mourn thy ra- Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! VARIATIONS. 145 VER. 131. The Sylphs behold] These two lines added for the fame reason to keep in view the Machinery of the Poem. P. NOTES. VER. 137. This Partridge foon] John Partridge was a ridiculous Star-gazer, who in his Almanacks every year never fail'd to predict the downfall of the Pope, and the King of France, then at war with the English. P. When those fair funs fhall fet, as fet they muft, And all those treffes fhall be laid in duft, This Lock, the Muse shall confecrate to fame, And 'midst the stars infcribe Belinda's name. 150 ELEGY To the MEMORY of an UNFORTUNATE LADY". WHAT HAT beck'ning ghost, along the moon- Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, 5 For those who greatly think, or bravely die? 10 Why bade ye elfe, ye Pow'rs! her foul aspire Above the vulgar flight of low defire? NOTES. * See the Duke of Buckingham's verfes to a Lady defigning to retire into a Monaftery compared with Mr. Pope's Letters to feveral Ladies, p. 206. quarto Edition. She feems to be the fame person whofe unfortunate death is the subject of this poem.P. 15 Ambition first sprung from your bleft abodes; years Dim lights of life, that burn a length of 2Q From these perhaps (ere nature bade her die) And fep'rate from their kindred dregs below; Nor left one virtue to redeem her Race. 2.5 But thou, false guardian of a charge too good, Thou, mean deferter of thy brother's blood! 30 See on these ruby lips the trembling breath, These cheeks, now fading at the blast of death; Cold is that breaft which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes muft roll no more. Thus, if eternal juftice rules the ball, Thus fhall 35 your wives, and thus your children fall : On all the line a fudden vengeance waits, And frequent herfes fhall befiege your gates. 46 The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day! grace, 60 |