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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 | The Grecian Story |  |
Here stooping down, upon the Face she gaz'd,
When like false Dream beheld, most strangely Amaz'd,
She started up, strong thoughts, Conceit implying
'Twas not Orsamnes Corps: O you all-eying
All-knowing Powers, am I awake (She cryes)
Or are you Pleas'd thus to Delude mine eyes
With painted Form and Cloud? then is not This
My dear Orsamnes? bab! such Cordial bliss!
Transcendent change! whence that green Robe (before)
Long, Silver Plates? his Arm broad Ribband wore
('Twas Scarlet) round; whence came that Hat and Sword,
By th' Hermit lent? what Signs could more afford,
Th' hour, place, conjoyn'd?—my Heart 'tis like, not He;
'Tis not Orsamnes Face, tho th' rest agree.
Ah! lives my Lord? some gentle, wand'ring Wind
That Fear discharge, miraculously kind:
Fain would I so avoid the stroak of Fate
Which threatens me like Brat unfortunate
Cast out to direful Chance; for thee could Live:
Thus more concern'd, since through th' Heart-wounds they give
Thy Self withall may Bleed, contentment sted,
Nor long survive, known poor Clermanthe Dead.
When like false Dream beheld, most strangely Amaz'd,
She started up, strong thoughts, Conceit implying
'Twas not Orsamnes Corps: O you all-eying
All-knowing Powers, am I awake (She cryes)
Or are you Pleas'd thus to Delude mine eyes
With painted Form and Cloud? then is not This
My dear Orsamnes? bab! such Cordial bliss!
Transcendent change! whence that green Robe (before)
Long, Silver Plates? his Arm broad Ribband wore
('Twas Scarlet) round; whence came that Hat and Sword,
By th' Hermit lent? what Signs could more afford,
Th' hour, place, conjoyn'd?—my Heart 'tis like, not He;
'Tis not Orsamnes Face, tho th' rest agree.
Ah! lives my Lord? some gentle, wand'ring Wind
That Fear discharge, miraculously kind:
Fain would I so avoid the stroak of Fate
Which threatens me like Brat unfortunate
Cast out to direful Chance; for thee could Live:
Thus more concern'd, since through th' Heart-wounds they give
Thy Self withall may Bleed, contentment sted,
Nor long survive, known poor Clermanthe Dead.
| The Grecian Story | |