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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Flowr'd on her Cheeks and Lips, forth seem'd to bring
Entomb'd lost Ravishments; Those radiant Eyes,
Lifes Day-break, as the worlds, their Chrystall Skies
Shone forth unclos'd. O Heavens (then said she)
Where am I? in what World? Madam, you be
In th' old one; safe, secure: Forenz reply'd.
Are you not Ghosts then? shadowes? strait she cry'd.
No Ghosts but men; soon answer'd they: Indeed
(Sayd she again)) that ghostly Vale, if Freed,
I travers'd pass'd but now; what you, Forenz?
Pray, where's Thersames? Rapt, transported whence
Since seem'd that pure Angellick Tongue to sound
His Name in favour forth, that instant crown'd
Lord of th' whole World) Dear Madam, here he cry'd)
Kneeling withall submisfull by your side
For Pardon, if his Love have least offended.
Alas! sayd she (therewith th' eyes gently bended,
Choyce blush) I thought not you had been so neer
Rise Sir, you ha't: which spoke translated here
To heav'n, those snowy Hands she kiss'd, then leap'd
T'her sweetest Lips. Sure I have soundly slept
(Sayd she) to night. Full fourteen hours; reply'd
Forenz. Strange! wondrous! hark, my Aunt (she cry'd)
My Mayd comes (gazing) Heavens bless me (then)
How strange my Chamber's alter'd! Smiling when
Th' ore-joy'd Forenz; Madam, y're now ith' Armes
And Bed of young Thersames, pow'rfull Charms
'Gainst Bugbear-spies; remote: Is't possible?
Sayd she agen. Most certain truth, to th' full:
Answer'd Forenz. Sweet Madam, let not that
Displease you (joyn'd low-bowing Thersames strait)
Loves over-sawcy Crime. It doth not, Sir
(Sayd she) but yet the Manner how does stir
My Souls amazement. Madam, you were drown'd
In deepest Trance, by th' potion (sayd profound
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Coffin'd, in th' Vault interr'd; ere morning Light
Stoln thence by us, false Coffin left ith' room:
Though after told her out th' whole story's sum.
Bless me (sayd she) and was I Voted, thought
Dead corps (nigh fainting) Coffin'd too? ith' Vault
Dolefull inter'd? My lifes dear Life you were
Thersames sayd. Dead, or alive, whatere
Methought (sayd she) those Feilds, that gloomy Wood
I trac'd, where wander'd thinnest Ghosts; 'twas good
You Vayl'd your dismall Project so from th' eye,
Scarce had I ventur'd on't. Nor truly had I,
Best Lady, least inform'd (Thersames se'd)
Expos'd you thus; though through Dispairing dead.
Come simple Punees (cry'd the unmatch'd Forenz)
Y'are both in Natures Schools; by powerfull means
Of this Device, you now may follow Home.
This brave Youth to his country, travail, roam
(If please) th' whole World, since marshall'd 'mongst the Dead,
My Self too safe, secure, unquestioned.
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