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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCKE.> <D 1712> <C 1> <L 1> WHAT dire Offence from Am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Quarrels rise from Trivial Things, I sing -- This Verse to @C---l@, 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@? And dwells such Rage in @softest Bosoms@ then? And lodge such daring Souls in @Little Men?@ @Sol@ thro' white Curtains did his Beams display, And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than they; @Shock@ just had giv'n himself the rowzing Shake, And Nymphs prepar'd their @Chocolate@ to take; Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the Ground, And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound. @Belinda@ rose, and 'midst attending Dames Launch'd on the Bosom of the Silver @Thames@: A train of . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.> <D 1714> <P 1> <C 1> <L 1> WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Quarrels rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This Verse to @C---l@, Muse! is due; This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view: Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise, If She inspire, and He approve my Lays. <P 2> <L 1> 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@? And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then? And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men? @Sol@ thro' white Curtains did his Beams display, And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than they; Now @Shock@ had giv'n himself the rowzing Shake, And Nymphs prepar'd their @Chocolate@ to take; Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the Ground, And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound. @Belinda@ still her downy Pillow prest, Her Guardian @Sylph@ prolong'd the balmy Rest. ' . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.> <D 1717> <C 1> <L 1> WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This Verse to @C---@, Muse! is due; This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe 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@? And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then? And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men? @Sol@ thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray, And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day; Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing 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@ prolong'd the balmy Rest. 'Twas he had summon'd to her s . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.> <D 1717> <P 1> <C 1> <L 1> WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This Verse to @C---@, Muse! is due; This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view: Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise, If She inspire, and He approve my Lays. <P 2> <L 1> 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@? And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then? And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men? @Sol@ thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray, And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day; Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing 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@ prolong'd the balmy Rest. 'Twas he had . . .
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<T THE RAPE @of the@ LOCK.> <D 1714 with two additions from 1717 at end> <P 1> <C 1> <L 1> WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Quarrels rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This Verse to @C---l@, Muse! is due; This, ev'n @Belinda@ may vouchfafe to view: Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise, If She inspire, and He approve my Lays. <P 2> <L 1> 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@? And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then? And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men? @Sol@ thro' white Curtains did his Beams display, And op'd those Eyes which brighter shine than they; Now @Shock@ had giv'n himself the rowzing Shake, And Nymphs prepar'd their @Chocolate@ to take; Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd against the Ground, And striking Watches the tenth Hour resound. @Belinda@ still her downy Pillow prest, Her Guardian . . .
