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The RAPE of the LOCK.
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A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate,In mystic visions, now believ'd too late!See the poor remnants of these slighted hairs!My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares:These, in two sable ringlets taught to break,Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck;The sister-lock now sits uncouth, alone,And in its fellow's fate foresees its own;Uncurl'd it hangs, the fatal sheers demands;And tempts once more thy sacrilegious hands.Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seizeHairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!

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