The RAPE of the LOCK.
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Gums and Pomatums shall his flight restrain,
While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain;
Or Alom-stypticks with contracting pow'r
Shrink his thin essence like a rivell'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,
And tremble at the sea that froaths 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;
With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain;
Or Alom-stypticks with contracting pow'r
Shrink his thin essence like a rivell'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,
And tremble at the sea that froaths 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;
With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
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