ALEXANDER POPE The Rape of the Lock An Heroi-Comical Poem In Five Cantos Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare

capillos; Sed juvat, hoc precibus me trebuisse tuis.--Martial To MRS. ARABELLA FERMOR MADAM, It will be vain to deny that I have some Value for this Piece, since I dedicate it to You. Yet You may bear me Witness, it was intended only to divert a few young Ladies, who have good Sense and good Humour enough, to laugh not only at their Sex's little unguarded Follies, but at their own. But as it was communicated with the Air of a Secret, it soon found its Way into the World. An imperfect Copy having been offered to a Bookseller, You had the goodNature for my Sake to consent to the Publication of one more correct: This I was forced to before I had executed half my Design, for the Machinery was entirely wanting to compleat it. The Machinery, Madam, is a term invented by the Criticks, to signify that Part which the Deities, Angels, or Daemons, are made to act in a Poem: For the ancient Poets are in one Respect like many modern Ladies: Let an Action be never so trivial in itself, they always make it appear of the utmost Importance. These Machines I determin'd to raise on a very new and odd Foundation, the Rosicrucian Doctrine of Spirits. I know how disagreeable it is to make use of hard Words before a Lady: but 'tis so much the Concern of a Poet to have his works understood, and particularly by your Sex, that You must give me leave to explain two or three difficult Terms. The Rosicrucians are a People I must bring You acquainted with. The best Account I know of them is in a French book called Le Comte de Gabalis, which both in its Title and Size is so like a Novel, that many of the Fair Sex have read it for one by Mistake. According to these Gentlemen the four Elements are inhabited by Spirits, which they call Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders. The Gnomes, or Daemons of Earth, delight in Mischief: but the Sylphs, whose Habitation is Air, are the best-conditioned Creatures imaginable. For they say, any Mortals may enjoy the most intimate Familiarities with these gentle Spirits, upon a Condition very easy to all true Adepts, an inviolate Preservation of Chastity. As to the following Canto's, all the Passages of them are as Fabulous, as the Vision at the Beginning, or the Transformation at the End; (except for the Loss of your Hair, which I always name with Reverence.) The Human Persons
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are as Fictitious as the Airy ones; and the Character of Belinda, as it is now manag'd, resembles You in nothing but in Beauty. If this Poem had as many Graces as there are in Your Person, or in Your Mind, yet I could never hope it should pass thro' the World half so Uncensured as You have done. But let its Fortune be what it will, mine is happy enough, to have given me this Occasion of assuring You that I am, with the truest Esteem, Madam, Your most Obedient Humble Servant, A. POPE Canto I 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! cou'd compel A well-bred Lord t'assault a gentle Belle? Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd, Cou'd make a gentle Belle reject a Lord? In tasks so bold, can little Men engage, And in soft Bosoms, dwell such mighty Rage? Sol through white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray, And ope'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day: Now Lap-dogs give themselves the rouzing Shake, 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 prolng'd the balmy rest. 'Twas he had summon'd to her silent Bed The Morning Dream that hover'd o'er her Head. The Dream (Beardsley) A Youth more glitt'ring than a Birth-night Beau (That ev'n in slumber caus'd her Cheek to glow) The Dream (Du Guernier) Seem'd to her Ear his winning Lips to lay, And thus in Whispers said, or seemed to say. The Dream...(Fuseli) 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, Of airy Elves by Moonlight Shadows seen, The silver Token, and the Circled Green,
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And love of Ombre. after Death survive. The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair. Thence. is by some Sylph embrac'd: For Spirits. Her Joy in gilded Chariots. and Midnight Masquerades. Some secret Truths. For when the Fair in all their Pride expire. by a soft Transition. Whoever fair and chaste Rejects Mankind. When Music softens. are ever on the Wing. Soft yielding Minds to Water glide away. when alive. unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly. Hear and believe! thy own Importance know. when Woman's transient Breath is fled. freed from mortal Laws. Hang o'er the Box. our Beings were of old. with Nymphs. The Glance by Day. o'erlooks the Cards. And once inclos'd in Woman's beauteous Mold. And tho' she plays no more. In Courtly Balls. and take a Salamander's name. Know further yet. Nor bound thy narrow Views to things below. And sip. Think not. As now your own. The light Militia of the lower sky: These. 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. and when Dancing fires? 3 . Safe from the treach'rous Friend. tho' unseen. In search of Mischief still on Earth to roam. we repair From earthly Vehicles to these of Air. To their first Elements the Souls retire: The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame Mount up. the Whisper in the Dark. and hover round the Ring. Think what an Equipage thou hast in Air. The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome. with ease Assume what Sexes and what Shapes they please. And view with scorn Two Pages and a Chair. That all her Vanities at once are dead. When kind Occasion prompts their warm Desires. the daring Spark. What guards the Purity of melting Maids. their elemental Tea. And sport and flutter in the Fields of Air. Succeeding Vanities she still regards. Know then.Or Virgins visited by Angel-powers With Golden Crowns and Wreaths of heav'nly Flow'rs.

the wise Celestials know. alas! some dread Event impend. and Coronets appear. Then gay Ideas crowd the vacant Brain. Oft when the World imagine Women stray. too conscious of their Face. oh pious Maid beware! This to disclose is all thy Guardian can. But Heav'n reveals not what. Some Nymphs there are. and Coaches Coaches drive. A watchful Sprite. 'Tis these that early taint the Female Soul. who thought she slept too long. Beware of all. Ere to the Main this morning's Sun descend. This erring Mortals Levity may call. and Ariel is my name. Of these am I. but most beware of Man! He said: when Shock. Where Wigs with Wigs. Thro' all the giddy Circle they pursue. what Virgin could withstand. And Garters. And little Hearts to flutter at a Beau. were no sooner read. Teach Infant Cheeks a bidden Blush to know. with Sword-knots Sword-knots strive. The Billet-doux (Beardsley) Wounds. They shift the moving Toyshop of their Heart. The Sylphs through Mystic mazes guide their Way. Beaux banish Beaux. 'Twas then. Leap'd up. If gentle Damon did not squeeze her Hand? With varying Vanities. And old Impertinence expel by new. as I rang'd the crystal Wilds of Air. Tho' Honour is the Word with Men below. And in soft sounds. When Offers are disdain'd. but for another's Ball? When Florio speaks. Instruct the eyes of young Coquettes to roll. But all the Vision vanish'd from thy Head. Stars. and wak'd his Mistress with his Tongue. What tender Maid but must a Victim fall To one Man's Treat. 4 . While Peers and Dukes. Charms. who thy Protection claim. or how. and Love deny'd. Late. Thy Eyes first open'd on a Billet-doux. and all their sweeping Train. Who swell their Prospects and exalt their Pride. or where: Warn'd by thy Sylph. Your Grace salutes their Ear.'Tis but their Sylph. from ev'ry Part. and Ardors. Belinda! if Report say true. Oh blind to Truth! the Sylphs contrive it all. In the clear Mirror of thy ruling Star I saw. For Life predestin'd to the Gnomes' Embrace.

And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring Spoil. These set the Head. On her white Breast a sparkling Cross she wore. The Toilette (Beardsley) To that she bends. From each she nicely culls with curious Toil. Fair Nymphs. and Infidels adore. This casket India's glowing Gems unlocks. but never once offends. Repairs her Smiles. at her Altar's side. her Eyes the Gazers strike. and as unfix'd as those: Favours to none. Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise. Patches. And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. and those divide the Hair. Powders. Unnumber'd Treasures ope at once. the speckled and the white. Some fold the Sleeve. rob'd in White. Puffs. And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face. and here The various Off'rings of the World appear. the Rival of his Beams Launch'd on the Bosom of the Silver Thames. whilst others plait the Gown. Which Jews might kiss. begins the sacred Rites of Pride. Th' inferior Priestess. And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes.And now. in th' Ethereal Plain. A heav'nly Image in the Glass appears. Each Silver Vase in mystic Order laid. Now awful Beauty puts on all its Arms. Billet-doux. The Sun first rises o'er the purpled Main. and well-drest Youths around her shone. the Toilet stands display'd. The busy Sylphs surround their darling Care. awakens ev'ry Grace. Transform'd to Combs. unveil'd. Oft she rejects. Canto II Not with more Glories. And all Arabia breathes from yonder Box. the Cosmetic Pow'rs. the Nymph intent adores With Head uncover'd. to all she Smiles extends. to that her Eyes she rears. Than issuing forth. Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose. 5 . Quick as her Eyes. The Fair each moment rises in her Charms. Bright as the Sun. First. But ev'ry Eye was fix'd on her alone. Bibles. Here Files of Pins extend their shining Rows. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite. Trembling.

Nourish'd two Locks which graceful hung behind In equal Curls. and to the Prize aspir'd: Resolv'd to win. But now secure the painted Vessel glides. And Beauty draws us with a single Hair. half a Pair of Gloves. Th' Advent'rous Baron the bright Locks admir'd. Then Prostrate falls. Might hide her Faults. And all the Trophies of his former Loves. Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains. Few ask. and begs with ardent Eyes Soon to obtain. and ev'ry Power ador'd. Yet graceful Ease.And. and granted half his Pray'r. And soften'd Sounds along the Waters die. The Barge (Beardsley) The Sun-beams trembling on the floating Tydes. While Musick steals upon the Sky. Of twelve vast French Romances. he meditates the way. By Force to ravish. The lucid Squadrons round the Sails repair: Soft o'er the Shrouds Aerial Whispers breath. the Winds dispers'd in empty Air. neatly gilt. All but the Sylph-With careful Thoughts opprest. With hairy sprindges we the Birds betray. He summons straight his Denizens of Air. to the Destruction of Mankind. With tender Billet-doux he lights the Pyre. and Sweetness void of Pride. and long possess the Prize: The Pow'rs gave Ear. and all the World was gay. he had implor'd Propitious Heav'n. like the Sun. This Nymph. For this. and well conspir'd to deck With shining Ringlets the smooth Iv'ry Neck. That seem'd but Zephyrs to the Train beneath. the Zephyrs gently play. or by Fraud betray. he wish'd. Look on her Face. 6 . and you'll forget 'em all. Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race insnare. The Barge (Du Guernier) Smooth flow the Waves. And breathes three am'rous Sighs to raise the Fire. But chiefly Love-to Love an Altar built. Slight lines of Hair surprise the Finny Prey. He saw. Belinda smil'd. And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains. if Belles had Faults to hide: If to her share some Female Errors fall. The Baron's Prayer There lay three Garters. they shine on all alike. The rest. ere Phoebus rose. For when Success a Lover's Toil attends. Th' impending Woe sat heavy on his Breast. if Fraud or Force attain'd his Ends.

He rais'd his Azure Wand. To draw fresh Colours from the vernal Flow'rs. and Daemons hear! Ye know the Spheres and various Tasks assign'd By Laws Eternal to th' Aerial Kind. black Omens threat the brightest Fair That e'er deserv'd a watchful Spirit's Care. Our humbler Province is to tend the Fair. Invention we bestow. Fays. Genii. While ev'ry Beam new transient Colours flings. Ye Slyphs and Sylphids. Dipt in the richest Tincture of the Skies. Some guide the Course of wand'ring Orbs on high. Nay oft. Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow. beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night. or by Force. was Ariel plac'd: His Purple Pinions op'ning to the Sun. to curl their waving Hairs. in Dreams. on the gilded mast. or sink in Clouds of Gold. Some in the Fields of purest Aether play. And bask and whiten in the Blaze of Day. too fine for mortal Sight. Their fluid Bodies half dissolv'd in Light. and all their Actions guide: Of these the Chief the Care of Nations own. To steal from Rainbows ere they drop in Show'rs A brighter Wash. 7 . Not a less pleasing. Others on Earth o'er human Race preside. To save the Powder from too rude a Gale. or add a Furbelo! This Day. Watch all their Ways. Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.Some to the Sun their Insect-Wings unfold. Where Light disports in ever-mingling Dies. And guard with Arms Divine the British Throne. Thin glitt'ring Textures of the filmy Dew. Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below. Waft on the Breeze. Nor let th' imprison'd Essences exhale. Elves. Some less refin'd. and inspire their Airs. Superiour by the Head. Some dire Disaster. Amid the Circle. tho' less glorious Care. Colours that change whene'er they wave their Wings. Or roll the Planets through the boundless Sky. Fairies. Loose to the Wind their airy Garments flew. Transparent Forms. and thus begun. to your Chief give ear. To change a Flounce. of Slight. Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main. Assist their Blushes.

And tremble at the Sea that froaths below! He spoke. And. While clog'd he beats his silken Wings in vain. or her new Brocade. Forget her Pray'rs. the Spirits from the Sails descend. Or. His Post neglects. Midst Fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow. Brillante. Or lose her Heart. or transfixt with Pins. Whether the Nymph shall break Diana's law. Or some frail China jar receive a Flaw. Crispissa. Or plung'd in Lakes of bitter Washes lie. We trust th' important Charge. Some thrid the mazy Ringlets of her Hair. Momentilla. Form a strong Line about the Silver Bound. the Fates have wrapt in Night. around the Nymph extend. careless of his Charge. Do thou. the Petticoat: Oft have we known that sev'nfold Fence to fail. The Drops to thee. The flutt'ring Fan be Zephyretta's Care. and arm'd with Ribs of Whale. Whatever Spirit. Canto III Close by those Meads for ever crown'd with Flow'rs. we consign. or Necklace. Or wedg'd whole Ages in a Bodkin's Eye: Gums and Pomatums shall his Flight restrain. Or whether Heav'n has doom'd that Shock must fall. Some. or miss a Masquerade. the Wretch shall feel The giddy Motion of the whirling Mill. Where Thames with Pride surveys his rising Tow'rs. Orb in Orb. And guard the wide Circumference around. at a Ball. Tho' stiff with Hoops. or leaves the Fair at large. Be stop'd in Vials. let the watch be thine. Anxious.But what. 8 . With beating Hearts the dire Event they wait. and trembling for the Birth of Fate. Or Alom-Stypticks with contracting Pow'r Shrink his thin Essence like a rivell'd Flower. as Ixion fix'd. tend her fav'rite Lock. Haste then ye Spirits! to your Charge repair. Shall feel sharp Vengeance soon o'ertake his Sins. Or stain her Honour. Some hang upon the Pendants of her Ear. Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock To Fifty chosen Sylphs. of special Note. or where.

A third interprets Motions. For Sylphs. a trusty Band. wond'rous fond of Place. laughing. a shining Train. With singing. And Wretches hang that Jury-men may Dine. The skilful Nymph reviews her Force with Care. The Merchant from th' Exchange returns in Peace. and of Nymphs at home. Let Spades be Trumps! she said. Who gave a Ball. and sit on each important Card: First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore. whom Thirst of Fame invites. To taste awhile the Pleasures of a Court. Four Knaves in Garbs succinct. Th' expressive Emblem of their softer Pow'r. ogling. Then each. Ombre explained And swells her Breast with Conquests yet to come. and Trumps they were. Burns to encounter two adventrous Knights. At Ombre singly to decide their Doom. or the Fan. Belinda now. Here Thou. In various Talk th' instructive Hours they past. yet mindful of their ancient Race. The Sun obliquely shoots his burning Ray. And one describes a charming Indian Screen. And four fair Queens whose Hands sustain a Flow'r.There stands a Structure of Majestic Fame. and all that. Her Britain's Statesmen oft the Fall foredoom Of foreign Tyrants. Each Band the number of the Sacred Nine. Hither the Heroes and the Nymphs resort. Snuff. Looks. 9 . At every Word a Reputation dies. th' Aerial Guard Descend. Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its Name. With hoary Whiskers and a forky Beard. and Eyes. or paid the Visit last: One speaks the Glory of the British Queen. Caps on their heads. as when women. Behold. The hungry Judges soon the Sentence sign. And particolour'd Troops. Are. four Kings. Soon as she spreads her Hand. great Anna! whom three Realms obey. Dost sometimes Counsel take-and sometimes Tea. supply each Pause of Chat. in Majesty rever'd. Mean while. And the long Labours of the Toilet cease. Straight the three Bands prepare in Arms to join. Draw forth to combat on the Velvet Plain. and Halberds in their hand. according to the Rank they bore. declining from the Noon of Day.

And march'd a Victor from the verdant Field. and trembles at th' approaching Ill. that Kings and Queens o'erthrew. With like Confusion different Nations fly. And his refulgent Queen. to sight reveal'd. Now to the Baron Fate inclines the Field. Falls undistinguish'd by the Victor Spade! Thus far both Armies to Belinda yield. one Fate o'erwhelms them all. In show like Leaders of the swarthy Moors. Spite of his haughty Mien. In Heaps on Heaps. Clubs. the Blood the Virgin's Cheek forsook. The rest. in State unwieldy spread. Puts forth one manly Leg. The Club's black Tyrant first her Victim dy'd. Him Basto follow'd. Of broken Troops an easy Conquest find. destitute of Aid. that dares his Prince engage. At this. The pierc'd Battalions dis-united fall. Sad Chance of War! now. With Throngs promiscuous strew the level Green. 10 . Ev'n mighty Pam. Of Asia's Troops. And mow'd down Armies in the Fights of Lu. With his broad Sabre next. And of all Monarchs only grasps the Globe? The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace. Thus when dispers'd a routed Army runs. and of various Dye. A livid Paleness spreads o'er all her Look. Th' Imperial Consort of the Crown of Spades. And wins (oh shameful Chance!) the Queen of Hearts. and Afric's Sable Sons. As many more Manillio forc'd to yield. The Rebel-Knave. Spadillio first. Proves the just Victim of his Royal Rage.Now move to War her Sable Matadores. but his Fate more hard Gain'd but one Trump and one Plebian card. His Giant Limbs. His warlike Amazon her Host invades. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily Arts. In various Habits. a Chief in Years. his many-colour'd Robe conceal'd. She sees. and barb'rous Pride: What boots the Regal Circle on his Head. and swept the Board. in wild Disorder seen. That long behind he trails his pompous Robe. Diamonds. with pow'rs combin'd. Hearts. The hoary Majesty of Spades appears. Th' embroider'd King who shows but half his Face. unconquerable Lord! Let off two captive Trumps.

Too soon dejected. blow back the Hair. While frequent Cups prolong the rich Repast. and long Canals reply. For lo! the Board with Cups and Spoons is crown'd. At once they gratify their Scent and Taste. the fuming Liquor fann'd. and too soon elate! Sudden these Honours shall be snatch'd away. and arm him for the Fight. He takes the Gift with rev'rence. And see through all things with his half-shut Eyes) Sent up in Vapours to the Baron's Brain New Stratagems. Clarissa drew with tempting Grace A two-edg'd Weapon from her shining Case. And now (as oft in some distemper'd State) On one nice Trick depends the gen'ral Fate. and fiery Spirits blaze: From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide. Ah cease rash Youth! desist ere 'tis too late. and mourn'd his captive Queen. And falls like Thunder on the prostrate Ace The Nymph exulting fills with Shouts the Sky. Some. Strait hover round the Fair her Airy Band. and conscious of the rich Brocade. the Woods. the radiant Lock to gain. and sent to flit in Air. How soon they find fit Instuments of Ill! Just then. Coffee (which makes the Politician wise. A thousand Wings. Trembling. An Ace of Hearts steps forth: The King unseen Lurk'd in her Hand. She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd Hair! But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Will. Oh thoughtless Mortals! ever blind to Fate. by turns. And China's earth receives the smoking Tyde. and the Mill turns round. Fear the just Gods. 11 . Some o'er her Lap their careful Plumes display'd. So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight. as she sipp'd. On shining Altars of Japan they raise The silver Lamp. and extends The little Engine on his Fingers' Ends. He springs to Vengeance with an eager Pace. and Codille. The Walls. Present the Spear.Just in the Jaws of Ruin. The Berries crackle. And curs'd for ever this Victorious Day. This just behind Belinda's Neck he spread As o'er the fragrant Steams she bends her Head: Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprights repair. and think of Scylla's Fate! Chang'd to a Bird.

So long my Honour.. T' inclose the Lock. Not louder Shrieks to pitying Heav'n are cast.. Or in a Coach and Six the British Fair. And hew Triumphal Arches to the Ground. and thrice the Foe drew near. Thrice she look'd back. And strike to Dust th' Imperial Tow'rs of Troy.. When num'rous Wax-lights in bright Order blaze. anxious Ariel sought The close Recesses of the Virgin's thought. In glitt'ring Dust and painted Fragments lie! Let Wreaths of Triumph now my Temples twine. While Nymphs take Treats. and with a Sigh retir'd.(Du Guernier Fate urged the Sheers. And Monuments. he found his Power expir'd. The Rape. Name. like Men. And Screams of Horror rend th' affrighted Skies. An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart. and cut the Sylph in twain. When Husbands. (The Victor cry'd) the glorious Prize is mine! While Fish in Streams. submit to Fate! Steel cou'd the Labour of the Gods destroy. or Birds delight in Air. Just in that instant. The Rape. in spite of all her Art. While Visits shall be paid on solemn Days. He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind. fair Nymph! thy Hair shou'd feel The conqu'ring Force of unresisted Steel? 12 . confus'd. The Peer now spreads the glittering Forfex wide. and Praise shall live! What Time would spare. to divide.. Or the small Pillow grace a Lady's Bed. or when Lapdogs breath their last.And thrice they twitch'd the Diamond in her Ear. (But Airy Substance soon unites again) The meeting Points the sacred Hair dissever From the fair Head. now joins it. Sudden he view'd. As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd. A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd. What Wonder then. Amaz'd. As long as Atalantis shall be read. fal'n from high. from Steel receives its date.(Beardsley) Ev'n then. Steel cou'd the Works of mortal Pride confound. for ever and for ever! Then flah'd the living Lightnings from her Eyes. or Assignations give. before the fatal Engine clos'd. Resign'd to Fate. Or when rich China Vessels.

and Despair.. The Cave.. E'er felt such Rage. Strange Phantoms rising as the Mists arise. a dusky. Wrapt in a Gown.(Du Guernier) No cheerful Breeze this sullen Region knows. Not ancient Ladies when refus'd a Kiss. Now glaring Fiends. As ever sully'd the fair Face of Light. when the Sylphs withdrew. Not youthful Kings in Battle seiz'd alive. Not Cynthia when her Manteau's pinn'd awry.(Beardsley) Swift on his sooty Pinions flits the Gnome. and for Show. Pain at her Side. The dreaded East is all the Wind that blows. Pale Spectres. And in a Vapour reach'd the dismal Dome. and Megrim at her Head. She sighs for ever on her pensive Bed. Here stood Ill-nature like an ancient Maid. as Visions of expiring Maids. The Fair ones feel such Maladies as these. Dreadful. There Affectation with a sickly Mien. The Cave. Repair'd to search the gloomy Cave of Spleen. Faints into Airs. Or bright. For. And secret Passions labour'd in her Breast. Shows in her Cheek the Roses of Eighteen. The Cave. gaping Tombs. her Bosom with Lampoons. for Mornings.(Fuseli) And screen'd in Shades from Day's detested Glare. and Noons.Canto IV But anxious Cares the pensive Nymph oppress'd. Not scornful Virgins who their Charms survive. for Sickness.. Her wrinkled form in Black and White array'd. And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew. as Hermits' Dreams in haunted Shades. Here in a Grotto. sad Virgin! for thy ravish'd Hair. Not ardent Lovers robb'd of all their Bliss. that sad moment. As Thou.. and Purple Fires: 13 . and hang the Head aside. his proper Scene. Nights. Resentment. A constant Vapour o'er the Palace flies. With store of Pray'rs. Down to the Central Earth.. Umbriel. shelter'd close from Air. Two Handmaids wait the Throne: Alike in Place. When each new Night-Dress gives a new Disease. But diff'ring far in Figure and in Face. melancholy Sprite. Practis'd to Lisp. Not Tyrants fierce that unrepenting die. and languishes with Pride. Her Hand is fill'd. On the rich Quilt sinks with becoming Woe.. and Snakes on rolling Spires.

that all thy pow'r disdains. A branch of healing Spleenwort in his Hand. That single Act gives half the World the Spleen. Or change Complexions at a losing Game. Spreads his black Wings. And Crystal Domes. Here sighs a Jar. The Goddess with a discontented Air Seems to reject him. Unnumber'd Throngs. On various Tempers act by various Ways. Men prove with Child. call aloud for Corks. and the War of Tongues. and that the Spout: A Pipkin there like Homer's Tripod walks. Elysian Scenes. Which not the Tears of brightest Eyes could ease: Hear me. Or e'er to costive Lap-Dog gave Disease. If e'er with airy Horns I planted Heads. and Angels in Machines. Or discompos'd the Head-Dress of a Prude. Who give th' Hysteric or Poetic Fit. on ev'ry side are seen. A Nymph there is. Like Citron-Waters Matrons' Cheeks inflame. Who cause the Proud their Visits to delay. And send the Godly in a Pett. or tumbled Beds. Or cause'd Suspicion when no Soul was rude. One bent. And thousands more in equal Mirth maintains. and there a Goose-pye talks. Make some take Physic. Here living Teapots stand. Sobs. A Vial next she fills with fainting Fears. Or raise a Pimple on a beauteous Face. the Handle this. 14 . melting Griefs. Safe past the Gnome through this fantastic Band. to pray.Now Lakes of liquid Gold. and Passions. and slowly mounts to Day. A wond'rous Bag with both her Hands she binds. others scribble Plays. And Maids turn'd Bottels. tho' she grants his Pray'r. Or rumpled Petticoats. Parent of Vapors and of Female Wit. But oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a Grace. one Arm held out. Who rule the Sex to Fifty from Fifteen. Then thus addrest the Pow'r-Hail wayward Queen. and touch Belinda with Chagrin. and flowing Tears. Like that where once Ulysses held the Winds. There she collects the Force of Female Lungs. The Gnome rejoycing bears her Gift away. Sighs. as pow'rful Fancy works. Of Bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Soft Sorrows.

your hapless Fame defend? 'Twill then be Infamy to seem your Friend! And shall this Prize. Expos'd through Crystal to the gazing Eyes. perish all! She said. And heighten'd by the Diamond's circling Rays. And all your Honour in a Whisper lost! How shall I. Parrots. Comb and Essence to prepare. why. and her Hair unbound. what the Devil! "Z----ds! damn the Lock! 'fore Gad. Methinks already I your Tears survey. Pleasure. of Amber Snuff-box justly vain. On that Rapacious Hand for ever blaze? Sooner shall Grass in Hide-Park Circus grow. 15 . Full o'er their Heads the swelling Bag he rent. Sea. Belinda burns with more than mortal Ire. It grieves me much (replied the Peer again) Who speaks so well shou'd ever speak in vain. and cry'd. Pox! "Give her the Hair"--he spoke. And fierce Thalestris fans the rising Fire. our Sex resign. this sacred Lock I swear. And all the Furies issu'd at the Vent. then. And thus broke out--"My Lord. to Chaos fall. All. Men. then the Case. And Wits take Lodgings in the sound of Bow. th' inestimable Prize. (While Hampton's Ecchoes. Sooner let Earth. you must be civil! "Plague on't! 'tis past a Jest--nay. prithee. For this your Locks in Paper-Durance bound.Sunk in Thalestris' Arms the Nymph he found. Air. Already see you a degraded Toast. and rapp'd his Box. But by this Lock. Monkeys. Lap-dogs. For this with tort'ring Irons wreath'd around! For this with Fillets strain'd your tender Head. And bravely bore the double Loads of Lead? Gods! shall the Ravisher display your Hair. And bids her Beau demand the precious Hairs: (Sir Plume. O wretched Maid! she spread her Hands. He first the Snuff-box open's. wretched Maid! reply'd) Was it for this you took such constant Care The Bodkin. and the Ladies stare! Honour forbid! at whose unrivall'd Shrine Ease. then raging to Sir Plume repairs. Her Eyes dejected. And the nice Conduct of a Clouded Cane) With earnest Eyes and round unthinking Face. Already hear the horrid Things they say. While the Fops envy. Virtue.

and Shock was most Unkind! A Sylph too warn'd me of the Threats of Fate. In mystic Visions. Nay. These. Her Eyes half-languishing. and said my Pray'rs at home! 'Twas this the Morning Omens did foretel. Where the gilt Chariot never mark'd the way. And in its Fellow's Fate foresees its own. which won it. What mov'd my Mind with youthful Lords to rome? O had I stay'd. He spoke. Which with a Sigh. Thrice from my trembling Hand the Patch-box fell. my fav'rite Curl away! Happy! ah ten times happy had I been. But Umbriel. And tempts once more thy sacrilegious Hands. If Hampton-Court these Eyes had never seen! Yet am not I the first mistaken Maid. This Hand. or distant Northern land. or any Hairs but these! 16 . Clipp'd from the lovely Head where late it grew) That while my Nostrils draw the vital Air. none e'er taste Bohea! There kept my Charms conceal'd from the mortal Eye. Cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight. For ever curs'd be this detested Day. she rais'd. and speaking. He breaks the Vial whence the Sorrows flow. The Sister-Lock now sits uncouth. Then see! the Nymph in beauteous Grief appears. alone. The tott'ring China shook without a Wind. Oh hadst thou. and thus she said. half-drown'd in Tears. now believ'd too late! See the poor Remnants of these slighted Hairs! My Hands shall rend what ev'n thy Rapine spares. Which snatch'd my best. Where none learn Ombre. the fatal Sheers demands. shall for ever wear.(Which never more shall join its parted Hair. Which never more its Honours shall renew. Poll sate mute. Like Roses that in Desarts bloom and die. in proud Triumph spread The long-contended Honours of her Head. Oh had I rather unadmir'd remain'd In some lone Isle. By love of Courts to num'rous Ills betray'd. in two sable Ringlets taught to break. On her heav'd Bosom hung her drooping Head. Uncurl'd it hangs. hateful Gnome! forbears not so. Once gave new Beauties to the snowy Neck.

Why Angels call'd. Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use? To patch. And swift as Lightning to the Combate flies. And she who scorns a Man. to Arms! the fierce Virago cries. For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain. and Flights. and begin th' Attack. or not painted. Say. Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her Fan. When Airs. And keep good Humour still whate'er we lose? And trust me. why are Beauties prais'd and honour'd most. Fans clap. Silks rustle.(Beardsley) All side in Parties. but no Applause ensu'd: Belinda frown'd. But since.(Du Guernier) 17 . all shall fade. The Wise Man's Passion. must die a Maid. and dress all Day. Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains: That Men may say. dear! good Humour can prevail. So spoke the Dame. and Scolding fail. Charm'd the Small-pox. In vain Thalestris with Reproach assails. and thus the Nymph began. all our Pains. Since painted. Who would not scorn what Housewife's Cares produce. The Battle. or chas'd old Age away. To Arms. when we the Front-box grace. Heroes' and Heroins' Shouts confus'dly rise. Silence ensu'd. Thalestris call'd her Prude. Beauties in vain their pretty Eyes may roll. and the Vain Man's Toast? Why deck'd with all that Land and Sea afford. and tough Whalebones crack. and treble Voices strike the Skies. Curl'd or uncurl'd. And base. Why bows the Side-box from its inmost Rows? How vain are all these Glories. since Locks will turn to grey. Behold the first in Virtue as in Face! Oh! if to dance all Night. nay ogle. While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain. What then remains but well our Pow'r to use.Canto V She said: The pitying Audience melt in Tears.. alas! frail Beauty must decay. and Screams. Charms strike the Sight. But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's Ears. and Angel-like ador'd? Why round our Coaches crowd the white-gloved Beaux. but Merit wins the Soul. might become a Saint.. Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. The Battle...

the Hairs subside. A Beau and Witling perish'd in the Throng. Cried Dapperwit. Heav'n trembles all around. And scatters Death around from both her Eyes. and sate to view the Fight. And heav'nly Breasts with human Passions rage. with starting Tears each Eye o'erflows. Latona. Now Jove suspends his golden Scales in Air. The pungent Grains of titillating Dust. Blue Neptune storms. But at her Smile. She smil'd to see the doughty Hero slain. Hermes. Jove's Thunder roars. the Beau reviv'd again. nor dread a mortal Wound. Who sought no more than on his Foe to die. So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage. But this bold Lord. And the pale Ghosts start at the Flash of Day! Triumphant Umbriel on a Sconce's Height Clapp'd his glad Wings. And all Olympus rings with loud Alarms. 18 . and sunk beside his Chair. Sudden. Chloe stepp'd in. She with one Finger and a Thumb subdu'd: Just where the Breath of Life his Nostrils drew. Earth shakes her nodding Tow'rs. Like Gods they fight. Mars. and kill'd him with a Frown. with manly Strength endu'd. the Ground gives way. Weighs the Men's Wits against the Lady's Hair. As bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down. While through the Press enrag'd Thalestris flies. Propp'd on their Bodkin Spears the Sprites survey The growing Combat. The doubtful Beam long nods from side to side. A mournful Glance Sir Fopling upwards cast.No common Weapons in their Hands are found. to ev'ry Atome just. Those eyes are made so killing--was his last: Thus on Meander's flow'ry Margin lies Th' expiring Swan. One dy'd in Metaphor. At length the Wits mount up. The Gnomes direct. And the high Dome re-ecchoes to his Nose. O cruel Nymph! a living death I bear. 'Gainst Pallas. or assist the Fray. and as he sings he dies. With more than usual Lightning in her Eyes: Nor fear'd the Chief th' unequal Fight to try. the bellowing Deeps resound. A charge of Snuff the wily Virgin threw. and one in Song. Arms. See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies.

Not fierce Othello in so loud a Strain Roar'd for the Handkerchief that caus'd his Pain. Tho' marked by none but quick Poetic eyes: (So Rome's great Founder to the Heav'ns withdrew. And drew a deadly Bodkin from her Side. but sought in vain: With such a Prize no Mortal must be blest. And Chiefs contend 'till all the Prize is lost! The Lock. Cages for Gnats. So Heav'n decrees! with Heav'n who can contest? Some thought it mounted to the Lunar Sphere. it shot through liquid Air. But trust the Muse-she saw it upward rise. obtain'd with Guilt. Then in a Bodkin grac'd her Mother's hairs. and the Sick Man's Pray'rs. which after melted down. And Lovers' Hearts with Ends of Riband bound. The Courtier's Promises. and Death-bed Alms are found. Restore the Lock! she cries. Which long she wore. All that I dread. And Beau's in Snuff-boxes and Tweezer-cases. and now Belinda wears. ah let me still survive. are treasur'd there. his ancient Personage to deck. Dried Butterflies. And burn in Cupid's Flames-but burn alive. Nor think. Her great great Grandsire wore about his Neck In three Seal-Rings. 19 .Now meet thy Fate. But see how oft Ambitious Aims are cross'd. (The same. There Heroe's Wits are kept in pond'rous Vases. Form'd a vast Buckle for his Widow's Gown: Her infant Grandame's Whistle next it grew. The Skies bespangling with dishevel'd Light. and all around Restore the Lock! the Vaulted Roofs rebound. Since all things lost on Earth. to die dejects my lofty Mind. New Star And drew behind a radiant Trail of Hair. and kept with Pain. and the Whistle blew. To Proculus alone confess'd in view. and Chains to Yoak a Flea. and the Tears of Heirs. There broken Vows. In ev'ry place is sought. Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright. is leaving you behind! Rather than so. The Bells she gingled. and Tomes of Casuistry. incens'd Belinda cry'd.) Boast not my Fall (he cry'd) insulting Foe! Thou by some other shalt be laid as low.) A sudden Star. The Smiles of Harlots.

And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's Name! 20 . as set they must. bright Nymph! to mourn the 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. And pleas'd pursue its Progress through the Skies. And all those Tresses shall be laid in dust. This the Beau-monde shall from the Mall survey. And hail with Musick its propitious Ray. When. the Muse shall consecrate to fame. And hence th' Egregious Wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis. yourself shall die. and the fall of Rome. This the blest Lover shall for Venus take. after Millions slain. This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless Skies When next he looks through Gallileo's Eyes. And send up Vows from Rosamonda's Lake.The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies. Then cease. This Lock. When those fair Suns shall set.

this dedication first appeared in print in 1717 in a collection of Pope's works.The following poem is believed to be the alternative preface rejected by Arabella Fermor in favor of the prefatory letter we now associate with The Rape of the Lock. Unlike the prefatory letter the poem does not identify Belinda with Arabella. 21 . Written by 1714.

But gives your feeble sex. Yet custom (seldom to your favour gain'd) Absolves the virgin when by force constrain'd. A bright example of young Tarquin's shame. The Muse asserts as her peculiar care.TO BELINDA ON THE RAPE OF THE LOCK Pleas'd in these lines. Your virtue equal. 22 . To give their utmost date to all your hairs. Belinda. Had fate decreed. artifice of mind. and let Pope commend. Belinda. Epigrams 12. Martial The epigram (from Martial.1-2) can be translated: I was unwilling. Then smile Belinda at reproachful tongues. To have the Rape recorded by his Muse. more precious hairs would lose. tho' your loss be less. the Rape had been unknown. and still inspire our songs. you may view How things are priz'd. which once belong'd to you: If on some meaner head this Lock had grown. No guard but virtue. Such praise is yours-and such shall you possess. The nymph despis'd. This Lock. Still warm our hearts. lost in ancient times. when it fell. to ravish your locks. But what concerns the valient and fair. propitious to your pray'rs. Let Jervas paint them. the golden fleece Was rais'd to fame by all the wits of Greece. no redress but tears. With strength of body. Thus Lucrece lives unblemish'd in her fame. but I rejoice to have conceded this to your prayers. Who censure most. of which late ages now shall tell. made up of fears. Nature to your undoing arms mankind. Thus Helen's Rape and Menalaus' wrong Became the Subject of great Homer's song. And. neglected. Had dropt like fruit.84. But would your charms to distant times extend.

asked Pope to write the poem to help reconcile the Fermor and Petre families. the writers of the intelligible world of Spirits's etc.. Birth-night Beaus Beau--"Man of dress. clear Mirror Pope's explanation: "The Language of the Platonists. In the 1714 edition a motto from Ovid (Metam.. was the son of Jupiter and Latona.." Betty Betty was a generic name for female servants in the eighteenth century. and music. time at which the festivities of a birthday come to a climax." (Johnson's Dictionary) Ombre A card game for three that figures prominently in Canto III (27-104). Slight lines A reference to the use of horse-hair to make fishing line. Diana's law Diana was famous for her virginity. the god of archery. prophecy. Arabella Fermor The "Mrs. Drops Drops were earrings." Birthnight--(second definition)--"Evening and night of a birthday. 151) was used: A tonso est hoc nomen adepts capillo Mrs. and brother of Diana (Artemis). man whose great care is to deck his person. Phoebus "Phoebus Apollo. a close friend of Pope. CARYL John Caryll (or Caryl)." (Source: Bulfinch's Mythology) 23 . He was god of the sun.. viii. the event which served as the basis for the poem.Belinda's name has been substituted for Martial's Polytimus." (used in the dedicatory letter to the poem) serves to indicate that Arabella was neither a child nor a prostitute (the two groups of females designated by the word "Miss"). She was in fact twenty-two and single at the time Lord Petre cut off a lock of her hair.

out of trump.Flounce "A furbelo is 'A piece of stuff plaited and puckered together. which comes from a standard work on dressmaking dated 1869. p. used a deck of 40 cards--the standard 52 card deck with the 8s. A flounce is a piece of gathered material sewn on a gown by its upper edge and left hanging. Here it refers to a blunt-pointed needle. that is. she needs only one more trick to win the hand. a three person card game." Belinda now becomes the Ombre. Basto--the ace of clubs Belinda plays her three Matadores in order. "Now move to War her Sable Matadores.. plays the jack of clubs (known as Pam in the game of Lu).) Bodkin's Eye Bodkin--"1. he wins the trick by trumping her king. because she sits to the right of the dealer. Unfortunately. The RAPE Observ'd. used to bore holes. The Game of Ombre (as it appears in the poem) Ombre. Instrument with a small blade and sharp point." Her Matadores are the highest ranking cards in the deck.. 26. Instrument to dress the hair. In the illustration. Spadillo--the ace of spades 2. later it refers to a hair ornament and/or a dagger. Each player was dealt nine cards ("Each Band the number of the Sacred Nine") and the remaining cards were used to create a stock (Pope chose to ignore the role of the stock and many other details of the game). By playing the top four cards in the deck. Belinda wins the first four tricks. the king of spades. Belinda. which. because she chose spades as trump. Play begins. "Let Spades be Trumps! she said. out of trump. the other player. Instrument to draw a thread or riband through a loop. the Baron follows suit with the jack of spades. the next highest ranking card in the deck. and 10s removed. 9s. gets the first chance to declare trumps or to pass. Belinda.." (Both quote and illustration come from Clarence Tracy. To win the hand Belinda must win five out of the nine tricks. the Baron has no clubs but does have the queen of spades ("Th' Imperial Consort of the Crown of Spades").. and Trumps they were.on the petticoats or gowns of women. a furbelo is marked e. (Samuel Johnson's Dictionary). the other two players unite to oppose her. are: 1. Manillo--the two of spades 3. followed by "the hoary Majesty of Spades". 4." (Johnson's Dictionary) Bodkin takes on multiple meanings in this poem. as on the sleeves of the bodice. On the fourth trick. 2. Dagger. The Baron now wins three more tricks with the highest 24 . her opponents will try to prevent her from doing so. 3. tries to win her fifth trick by leading the highest club.

the Baron is playing as partner to the third player at the table.) The Baron plays his last card. Belinda ("oh shameful chance!") discards the queen of hearts when the jack of diamonds is led. 2. The Toilette 4. Below are some standard features of the epic.diamonds (king." The Rape of the Lock parodies the traditional epic in numerous ways (most of which have been extensively studied). • A dream message from the gods • Arming the heroes • Sacrifice to the gods • Exhortation to the troops • Single combat • Epic feast • Journey to the underworld • General combat • Intervention of the gods • Apotheosis Aubrey Beardsley 1. The Rape of the Lock 7. 4. 3. queen. The Cave of Spleen 8. The Billet-doux 3. The Barge 6. (Technically. Frontispiece The Morning Dream The Barge The Rape of the Lock 25 . the ace of hearts. each linked to the place in the poem where Pope uses a similar mock-heroic element. and jack/knave). the Baron and Belinda each have won four tricks. whoever wins the last trick wins the game. Belinda wins and "The Nymph exulting fills with Shouts the Sky. The Morning Dream 2. At this point. By this point in the game Pope has transformed the contest into a head to head duel between the Baron and Belinda. The Battle of the Beaux and Belles 9. This loses to Belinda's higher ranking king of hearts. The Baron's Prayer 5. The New Star Louis Du Guernier and Claude Du Bosc 1.

2. The Cave of Spleen The Battle of the Beaux and Belles The Dream of Belinda Oil. 3. The Cave of Spleen Henry Fuseli 1. 6. Pope at age 7 Portrait of Pope A revealing sketch 26 .5. 1780-90. The illustrations by 'tableaux' • Frontispiece • Du Guernier • The Morning Dream • Du Guernier • Beardsley • Fuseli • The Billet-doux • Beardsley • The Toilette • Beardsley • The Baron's Prayer • Beardsley • The Barge • Du Guernier • Beardsley • The Rape of the Lock • Du Guernier • Beardsley • Thomas Stothard • Lady Georgina North • The Cave of Spleen • Du Guernier • Beardsley • Fuseli • The Battle of the Belles and Beaux • Du Guernier • Beardsley • The New Star • Beardsley Artwork featuring Alexander Pope 1. 2.

Crider. Markley. Timothy. "Alexander Pope and the Disappearance of the Beautiful" Eighteenth-Century Life 16. 1992) 46-64. 1. 134-41 in Jackson. and as Unfix'd as Those': Objectification and Seeing in Pope's Rape of the Lock. and the Missionary Position: Yet Once More." pp. Notes. Patrick.) Belinda (Miss Bampfylde) 1777 engraving by Matthew Williams Peters and R. 1993.3 (Nov. 1993. "Beyond Consensus: The Rape of the Lock and the Fate of Reading Eighteenth-Century Literature." Publications of the Arkansas Philological Association 19. Recent articles on The Rape of the Lock Bates." Critical Survey 4." Anglia: Zeitschrift fur Englishe Philologie 111. "Rape of the Lock: Stretching the Limits of Allusion. Wortley Montagu.3 (July 1994) 133-6.) Approaches to Teaching Pope's Poetry New York: Modern Language Association of America. 69-83 in Jackson. Landry. "Reading the Rape and to a Lady with Texts by Swift. 7. Rebecca. Dunkarton." Explicator 49. Robin.2 (Winter 1991) 80-2. "'Quick as Her Eyes. 3. Donna. 27 .1 (Spring 1993) 1121. Fergusson.Arabella/Belinda in Art Arabella Fermor (The original for Belinda. 2. Cook.2 (1992) 140-6. Robinson.3-4 (1993) 355-72. Wallace and Paul Yoder (eds. Doherty. Francis.1 (Spring 1991): 57-9. Belinda 1836 engraving by Eliza Sharpe and H. "Pope's Influence on Shakespeare?" Shakespeare Quarterly 42. Richard.) Critical Essays on Alexander Pope New York: G. "Environmental Concerns in Pope's The Rape of the Lock. Dodson. K. Pope. and Reviews. Grove. "Pope's The Rape of the Lock. Catherine. Erwin. "Pope's Shaping Powers. "Milton. Wallace and Paul Yoder (eds." pp. Hall. Robert." ANQ: A Quarterly Journal of Short Articles." Critical Review 34 (1994) 22-32. Danita. and Yearsley.

Feminism and The Rape of the Lock Reconsidered .4 (Dec. 28 . A.) Approaches to Teaching Pope's Poetry. Richardson. Kristiaan.yet Again. "What the Sylphs Do: Studying The Rape of the Lock. 1992) 467-8. Deborah. "A Name for Mock-Epic: Pope.2 (May 1994) 59-74. Wallace and Paul Yoder (eds. Bakhtin." pp. Robert. "'Tis a sort of. and Stylization. "Pope and the War against Coquettes: Or..1 (1990) 3-18. Phiddian.tickling': Pope's Rape and the Mock-Heroics of Gallantry" Eighteenth-Century Life 18. New York: Modern Language Association of America.1 (Spring 1991) 3-24. John." Notes and Queries 39. Richard." The Eighteenth Century: Theory and Interpretation 37 (1996) 136-55. 1993. Versluys." Dutch Quarterly Review of Anglo-American Letters 20.Payne. "The Rape of the Lock and The Waste Land: Versions of the Mock-Heroic.. Sitter. J. Terry.." The Eighteenth Century: Theory and Interpretation 32. "A Punishment for Sylphs in The Rape of the Lock. 12833 in Jackson.