The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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Done longer pause, short word conjoyn'd, alass!
She rouz'd again, to th' Window strait did pass;
There looking forth, Not yet? tho fairest night;
Ah me! She breath'd: when lamentablest sight
That Earth could forge did wound her Beauteous Eyes;
That Man appear'd, whom her own Heart did prize
Transcendent way, born at full length between
Two Corps-like, Dead, cross th' open part o'th' Green;
To's Shirt uncloath'd; whilst Moon did faintly gaze
Like sad Spectator there, unveiled Face.
Lamp gave to all: his Shirt with Spots distain'd
Like bleeding Hearts, whilst hung beneath disdain'd
Large, dangling Curls: upon his Youthful Breast,
Orsamnes-like, Green Silken Robe did rest,
Long, broad Plate-Buttons joyn'd; Hat, naked Sword
Like th' Hermits, Lent; too plain she saw, abhor'd:
Broad Garter round his Arm held forth to View,
Bright Scarlet Dye, which well Clermanthe knew;
Such given by Her, and worn still Wreathed there:
Sad, dreadful Marks! whose Corps thrown down, as 'twere;
For branched Grave, i'th' small, low Walk bestow'd
(That with Palm-Trees) the Men departed show'd;
She rouz'd again, to th' Window strait did pass;
There looking forth, Not yet? tho fairest night;
Ah me! She breath'd: when lamentablest sight
That Earth could forge did wound her Beauteous Eyes;
That Man appear'd, whom her own Heart did prize
Transcendent way, born at full length between
Two Corps-like, Dead, cross th' open part o'th' Green;
To's Shirt uncloath'd; whilst Moon did faintly gaze
Like sad Spectator there, unveiled Face.
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Like bleeding Hearts, whilst hung beneath disdain'd
Large, dangling Curls: upon his Youthful Breast,
Orsamnes-like, Green Silken Robe did rest,
Long, broad Plate-Buttons joyn'd; Hat, naked Sword
Like th' Hermits, Lent; too plain she saw, abhor'd:
Broad Garter round his Arm held forth to View,
Bright Scarlet Dye, which well Clermanthe knew;
Such given by Her, and worn still Wreathed there:
Sad, dreadful Marks! whose Corps thrown down, as 'twere;
For branched Grave, i'th' small, low Walk bestow'd
(That with Palm-Trees) the Men departed show'd;
| The Grecian Story | |