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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Absence.
Sweetest know did not controul
Cruell'st Fate, my steps, this hour,
Thus to leave I had no power,
Parting as from mine own Soul
Cloud thine Eye seems over-vayling,
As grown sad, did'st Pitty me,
Which Looks grandest honour be,
Hearts-support; since smiles prevayling
(Else I vow
Dear) would scarce Delight me now.
Cruell'st Fate, my steps, this hour,
Thus to leave I had no power,
Parting as from mine own Soul
Cloud thine Eye seems over-vayling,
As grown sad, did'st Pitty me,
Which Looks grandest honour be,
Hearts-support; since smiles prevayling
(Else I vow
Dear) would scarce Delight me now.
Yet that Cloud o're-heavy, sad
Wish I should not, least thy trouble
Mine but Aggravating double;
Leave me to my Nightly shade
(Far worse Curse thy want producing)
And with pleasing Glimmers dresse
Those Looks, though not smilingnesse;
Love lesse sorrow thence infusing:
Though indeed
Saddest looks there Pleasure breed.
Wish I should not, least thy trouble
Mine but Aggravating double;
Leave me to my Nightly shade
(Far worse Curse thy want producing)
And with pleasing Glimmers dresse
Those Looks, though not smilingnesse;
Love lesse sorrow thence infusing:
Though indeed
Saddest looks there Pleasure breed.
Ghost from thee this Body goes
Vowing to my Heart's esteemed
(Thoughts of her so Precious deemed)
Night these Eyes shall never cloze,
Nor Day their Lid-curtains sever,
But thy dearest Image shall
Sleep with me, and Wake withall;
As my Guardian-angell ever:
Whatere's Rare
Shall to th' Thought present my Fair.
Vowing to my Heart's esteemed
(Thoughts of her so Precious deemed)
Night these Eyes shall never cloze,
Nor Day their Lid-curtains sever,
But thy dearest Image shall
Sleep with me, and Wake withall;
As my Guardian-angell ever:
Whatere's Rare
Shall to th' Thought present my Fair.
Thus I Part,
Till thy [illeg.] Presence dart
New Life's vigour to my heart
Till thy [illeg.] Presence dart
New Life's vigour to my heart
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