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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And now that Prince of day had (pow'rfull) rays'd
The World from nights dark Chaos, Mountains blaz'd
And Woods, with golden Brows, fine golden Tresses
(Tranc'd Earth awak'd, when Men made their egresses
For work, for pastimes) whilst those Winged Quires
Chanted their Morn-devotions to Sol's fires:
How seem'd to pride himself in Beamings round,
Whilst view'd his Half-worlds Lordship, globy ground.
The World from nights dark Chaos, Mountains blaz'd
And Woods, with golden Brows, fine golden Tresses
(Tranc'd Earth awak'd, when Men made their egresses
For work, for pastimes) whilst those Winged Quires
Chanted their Morn-devotions to Sol's fires:
How seem'd to pride himself in Beamings round,
Whilst view'd his Half-worlds Lordship, globy ground.
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