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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Thus All, well-coach'd to th' wish, by early hour
Set prancing forth, the Morn whilst smiling show'd;
Seem'd glad Flostella thus was come abroad
(Proud t'Usher her) which being withdrawn, ore-past;
Bright Phœbus driving now his Steeds, with hast,
Down th' Azur'd western road, with Charret blazing
(As though kind Harbinger) their light wheels grazing
Those pleasant flowry Plains; ere-long (beguil'd
Through over-hast) they pass'd small Forrest, wild,
Unused track: yet onwards still they stray'd,
All's Chanting, verdant, sweet: When th' are dismay'd
Soft Groanings, cries (scarce heard) like some tormented,
Stroaks louder much: when further lo's presented,
Through smaller Glade, this horrid Sight to view
(Nor blaz'd much Danger in't) 'twas onely Crew
Of five or six Hags, muffled, all surrounding
Naked Man bound; with Whipcord-scourges wounding
Or Burchen Rods. Both hands were closely knit
To Tree's strong upper Branch, whilst shackled feet
Fast ty'd to th' stumps below; thus, all expos'd
Th' whole Body stood, full dismall Mark; though clos'd
His glove-stop'd mouth, thence stifling louder Moan.
Set prancing forth, the Morn whilst smiling show'd;
Seem'd glad Flostella thus was come abroad
(Proud t'Usher her) which being withdrawn, ore-past;
Bright Phœbus driving now his Steeds, with hast,
Down th' Azur'd western road, with Charret blazing
(As though kind Harbinger) their light wheels grazing
Those pleasant flowry Plains; ere-long (beguil'd
Through over-hast) they pass'd small Forrest, wild,
Unused track: yet onwards still they stray'd,
All's Chanting, verdant, sweet: When th' are dismay'd
Soft Groanings, cries (scarce heard) like some tormented,
Stroaks louder much: when further lo's presented,
Through smaller Glade, this horrid Sight to view
(Nor blaz'd much Danger in't) 'twas onely Crew
Of five or six Hags, muffled, all surrounding
Naked Man bound; with Whipcord-scourges wounding
Or Burchen Rods. Both hands were closely knit
To Tree's strong upper Branch, whilst shackled feet
Fast ty'd to th' stumps below; thus, all expos'd
Th' whole Body stood, full dismall Mark; though clos'd
His glove-stop'd mouth, thence stifling louder Moan.
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