The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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When Tiger-like rush'd in, there strait appear'd
To th' nimble glance, small rude Turf-altar rear'd;
With Flow'rs, bright Faulchion glistring on't; th' one side
Dim Taper sickly burn'd, oth' other spy'd
Long, prostrate, Womans Corps (lower half) display'd
On th' sadly enriched ground: whose Sight portray'd
Some new done Sacrifice, Snatch'd joyntly there
(By chance) two Targets up, which scatter'd were
On th' idle soyl, Polindor made the First
(Partly unwares) to Vomit forth th' accurst
Foul Soul (most active, strong, of spirit undaunted
Love-fir'd to boot) then, churlish Second graunted
Deaths, hells joyn'd Pass-sports; whilst Rufin the Third
Sent to fright Ghosts: Polindors hungry Sword
(Wrist scratch'd) unkennell'd Soul oth' sturdy Fourth:
Next, with Rufin (found closely'st grappled, worth
Timely aide) dispatch'd the damned Fifth; Sixth fled
Then, running to th' Worlds wonder (once) earth spread,
Half-nak'd Flostel, he found her Corps-like lying;
Cheeks rufull'st-pale, Death's Scutcheon, more then dying.
To th' nimble glance, small rude Turf-altar rear'd;
With Flow'rs, bright Faulchion glistring on't; th' one side
Dim Taper sickly burn'd, oth' other spy'd
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On th' sadly enriched ground: whose Sight portray'd
Some new done Sacrifice, Snatch'd joyntly there
(By chance) two Targets up, which scatter'd were
On th' idle soyl, Polindor made the First
(Partly unwares) to Vomit forth th' accurst
Foul Soul (most active, strong, of spirit undaunted
Love-fir'd to boot) then, churlish Second graunted
Deaths, hells joyn'd Pass-sports; whilst Rufin the Third
Sent to fright Ghosts: Polindors hungry Sword
(Wrist scratch'd) unkennell'd Soul oth' sturdy Fourth:
Next, with Rufin (found closely'st grappled, worth
Timely aide) dispatch'd the damned Fifth; Sixth fled
Then, running to th' Worlds wonder (once) earth spread,
Half-nak'd Flostel, he found her Corps-like lying;
Cheeks rufull'st-pale, Death's Scutcheon, more then dying.
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