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, stroak'd his Rage. But gloomier Clouds did gather
'Bout one oth' mention'd Gentile Nymphs (alas!)
Dulcenza nam'd, whose no decitfull Glass
Boasting oth' Two chief Beauties stock (the Pearl
Prime Tulip of those Plains (indeed) a Girl
Lovely enough) t' whose Face conjoyn'd beside
Some higher Parts; and (as she thought) discry'd
Most kindness, least neglect from th' Lord Polind,
Sh' had fed more hopes: till (sadly'st-breathed wind!)
Mayd whispring forth the newes, Hearts qualm begun;
Hope's gasping 'twas; worse Souls Convulsion
Seiz'd now then ever, Sigh'd, she mourn'd, she wept,
Griefe's truest draught: till sick Bed lastly kept.
Friends, pleasures, food, yea Life it self's distasting;
Th' world burdenous become; her sad eyes casting
On nought, but there's behel'd Polindor's Face,
Haunting her still, strong Fancies Ghost alas?
There last she ey'd his Person (thinks) and there
Last heard him speak (goes on) such his Looks were,
All flames and wounding Darts; such, such his Words,
Love's Notes of Musick, tunefullest accords:
There (lastly) spake to her, gave Kiss-salute
(O Heav'ns!) what Sighes, what Groans to each did sute?
As those should prove joyn'd Fun'rall knels to all.
'Bout one oth' mention'd Gentile Nymphs (alas!)
Dulcenza nam'd, whose no decitfull Glass
Boasting oth' Two chief Beauties stock (the Pearl
Prime Tulip of those Plains (indeed) a Girl
Lovely enough) t' whose Face conjoyn'd beside
Some higher Parts; and (as she thought) discry'd
Most kindness, least neglect from th' Lord Polind,
Sh' had fed more hopes: till (sadly'st-breathed wind!)
Mayd whispring forth the newes, Hearts qualm begun;
Hope's gasping 'twas; worse Souls Convulsion
Seiz'd now then ever, Sigh'd, she mourn'd, she wept,
Griefe's truest draught: till sick Bed lastly kept.
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Th' world burdenous become; her sad eyes casting
On nought, but there's behel'd Polindor's Face,
Haunting her still, strong Fancies Ghost alas?
There last she ey'd his Person (thinks) and there
Last heard him speak (goes on) such his Looks were,
All flames and wounding Darts; such, such his Words,
Love's Notes of Musick, tunefullest accords:
There (lastly) spake to her, gave Kiss-salute
(O Heav'ns!) what Sighes, what Groans to each did sute?
As those should prove joyn'd Fun'rall knels to all.
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