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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Here Mother, Daughter strait, most fondly flew
Unto each others Brest, as rais'd anew
From th' lowly Tomb; since deem'd each other Dead;
Such postures, looks, that grand Joy might be se'd
Half-fac'd like Sorrow; tears, smiles, Med-ley kind:
Th' Heart so ore-fraught, ore-powr'd. Much-joy'd Polind
Then bowing came, and then th' All-sweet Flostel
Embrac'd her, Mother own'd (whose Face t'excell
Yet seem'd; choyce lovely'st wonder, were't not by
That young unequall'd Pair) their gen'rall Eye
Acting the Silent rest, full Passion flowes
In sobrest Weeping round, for pause and cloze.
Whilst some Spectators thought their former show
No Masque, but Dream or Vision, ending so.
Unto each others Brest, as rais'd anew
From th' lowly Tomb; since deem'd each other Dead;
Such postures, looks, that grand Joy might be se'd
Half-fac'd like Sorrow; tears, smiles, Med-ley kind:
Th' Heart so ore-fraught, ore-powr'd. Much-joy'd Polind
Then bowing came, and then th' All-sweet Flostel
Embrac'd her, Mother own'd (whose Face t'excell
Yet seem'd; choyce lovely'st wonder, were't not by
That young unequall'd Pair) their gen'rall Eye
Acting the Silent rest, full Passion flowes
In sobrest Weeping round, for pause and cloze.
Whilst some Spectators thought their former show
No Masque, but Dream or Vision, ending so.
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