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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English'd out of Petrark, in Italian. On his first view of LAURA. Era'l giorno, ch' al Sol si scoloraro, &c.
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English'd out of Petrark, in Italian. On his first view of LAURA. Era'l giorno, ch' al Sol si scoloraro, &c.
There was a Day when the Sun's beams grew paleThrough reverence of you, Lights chief Disposer,
When those fair Eyes (dear Mistress) ah too frail
Ungaurded bound my Soul, no band th' incloser:
Time serv'd not then for Breach repairs, or Fence
'Gainst CUPIDS storm, yet felt I sore suspition,
Strong fears (though loves disease more vulgar) whence
Chief sprung my bleeding woes, this thrall'd condition;
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When through mine Eyes to th' Heart free road extending
(Eyes, now the Sluce to tears, sad Foords as 'twere)
Though little with Loves honour, glory ending;
Struck Naked me with Dart, whilst not Alone,
To Coy well-armed you his Bow was shown.
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