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 |  |
That Hat she thought the same worn by her Lord,
From th' Hermit took, and his the naked Sword;
Tho each to Thief belong'd, the Corps then bearing.
That Scarlet Ribband round his Arm appearing,
Came from his Love, Dione dead of late,
Green Silken Robe, long Buttons, broad of Plate
(Her Lord's such too) for's Marriage was intended,
Prime Fancy's Garb thus fondly apprehended;
Conceit sometimes, that worn, 'twas Marriage-Day,
His Love at night enjoy'd, such Dreaming way.
By all these Marks, his Body's equal size,
Face, handsome form, curl'd Locks (that last Disguise,
False Hiar and Beard forgot, tho might howere
Be pull'd, fall off in blust'ring Scuffle there)
Time, Place at once, Clermanthe strait concluded
'Twas lov'd Orsamnes Corps, with ease deluded:
Through double Night near-hand conceal'd sad Passion,
Dark Shades withal. The Rogues thus hasty fashion
Corps hurling down, small Coyn about him tho,
But Key to's Chamber-door, that plain did shew
True Key to th' Cell beneath, which might howere
Yield gallant Prize; Himself mistaken there
For th' Owner on't; Retiring strait they All
Stole by that Pond (unseen) to th' blinder Wall,
(Else Window fear'd) when, open found the Door,
They seiz'd Clermanthe, as you heard before.
From th' Hermit took, and his the naked Sword;
Tho each to Thief belong'd, the Corps then bearing.
That Scarlet Ribband round his Arm appearing,
Came from his Love, Dione dead of late,
Green Silken Robe, long Buttons, broad of Plate
(Her Lord's such too) for's Marriage was intended,
Prime Fancy's Garb thus fondly apprehended;
Conceit sometimes, that worn, 'twas Marriage-Day,
His Love at night enjoy'd, such Dreaming way.
By all these Marks, his Body's equal size,
Face, handsome form, curl'd Locks (that last Disguise,
False Hiar and Beard forgot, tho might howere
Be pull'd, fall off in blust'ring Scuffle there)
Time, Place at once, Clermanthe strait concluded
'Twas lov'd Orsamnes Corps, with ease deluded:
Through double Night near-hand conceal'd sad Passion,
Dark Shades withal. The Rogues thus hasty fashion
Corps hurling down, small Coyn about him tho,
But Key to's Chamber-door, that plain did shew
True Key to th' Cell beneath, which might howere
Yield gallant Prize; Himself mistaken there
For th' Owner on't; Retiring strait they All
Stole by that Pond (unseen) to th' blinder Wall,
(Else Window fear'd) when, open found the Door,
They seiz'd Clermanthe, as you heard before.
| The Grecian Story | |