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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Mean while Ortheris (bury'd man to all
These weighty great things) Pensive treads the Vale,
Through former harsher Stars, those late unkind;
Though chiefly tost within his various mind
This late strange Dream, or mystick Vision.
He seemed couch'd upon some Rock, alone
(While's wandring Sheep beneath) whose crest or'e-peering
Vast troubled Sea; Winds loudly chas'd, Waves rearing
To fight against the skies; Skies storm'd agen
With Cataracts; 'midst which tumulteous Scean;
Foul discord, fairest Vessell seemed tost,
Bandy'd to Ruin quite, where sunk and lost
The Lord Polind. When Sea more swelling high
Conceiv'd in his own Brest, th' heart wracking nigh
All turn'd, oth' suddain, dainty'st calm and whist
Like lull'd Babes, smooth as cheeks of Virgins kis't
Soft Gales the wrincled Main: delicious season!
When floating Temple, lo (thing strange to reason)
Came towards him upon the Sun-guilt Wave;
Whose Tarras'd open front Masque-prospect gave
Of Gods and Goddesses, there stately enthron'd:
At whose feet (though) choyce Favourites there own'd,
Young Man and Mayd appear'd, resplendent shining,
Close-arm'd, with Nuptiall wreaths and robes combining,
Shap'd like Polindor just Floltella fair.
Formost rod Nymphs on Dolphin-backs, which bare
Flow'r-baskets others sweetly'st Harp'd, as though
Still'd thence th' Ayrs broils, & charm'd mad Depths below
To Sleep, with their Marine harmonious Noyses
Till reaching now the Rock, all mounted, Voyces
Harps joyn'd; those formost Nymphs still strowing round
Rose, Violets, till turn'd to Venus ground;
Love's Bridall Shore. These handmayds follow'd soon
That beam-encompass'd Cluster (each as Sun
Rouz'd from the Flood) with godlike, ayery paces:
Drawn neer, Apollo first advanc'd, forth traces,
Polindor in his hand, whom gently does
Present to th' Duke Ortheris, speaking thus.
These weighty great things) Pensive treads the Vale,
Through former harsher Stars, those late unkind;
Though chiefly tost within his various mind
This late strange Dream, or mystick Vision.
He seemed couch'd upon some Rock, alone
(While's wandring Sheep beneath) whose crest or'e-peering
Vast troubled Sea; Winds loudly chas'd, Waves rearing
To fight against the skies; Skies storm'd agen
With Cataracts; 'midst which tumulteous Scean;
Foul discord, fairest Vessell seemed tost,
Bandy'd to Ruin quite, where sunk and lost
The Lord Polind. When Sea more swelling high
Conceiv'd in his own Brest, th' heart wracking nigh
All turn'd, oth' suddain, dainty'st calm and whist
Like lull'd Babes, smooth as cheeks of Virgins kis't
Soft Gales the wrincled Main: delicious season!
When floating Temple, lo (thing strange to reason)
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Whose Tarras'd open front Masque-prospect gave
Of Gods and Goddesses, there stately enthron'd:
At whose feet (though) choyce Favourites there own'd,
Young Man and Mayd appear'd, resplendent shining,
Close-arm'd, with Nuptiall wreaths and robes combining,
Shap'd like Polindor just Floltella fair.
Formost rod Nymphs on Dolphin-backs, which bare
Flow'r-baskets others sweetly'st Harp'd, as though
Still'd thence th' Ayrs broils, & charm'd mad Depths below
To Sleep, with their Marine harmonious Noyses
Till reaching now the Rock, all mounted, Voyces
Harps joyn'd; those formost Nymphs still strowing round
Rose, Violets, till turn'd to Venus ground;
Love's Bridall Shore. These handmayds follow'd soon
That beam-encompass'd Cluster (each as Sun
Rouz'd from the Flood) with godlike, ayery paces:
Drawn neer, Apollo first advanc'd, forth traces,
Polindor in his hand, whom gently does
Present to th' Duke Ortheris, speaking thus.
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