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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When, grasping Her with joyful violence,
He second Trance t' endanger seem'd from thence;
Such Kisses joyn'd as stifle would in Love,
Change so supreme, might well transported prove:
Both mutely fate. Parley'd with Hearts combin'd,
Souls whisp'ring forth sad Tales as 'twere (intwin'd)
Of former Griet: whilst Rape declar'd prevented
Rogue's gasping Tongue, Orsamnes thoughts contended:
Who thus did silence break, You losty Skies,
Immortal Pow'rs of Day-light do these eyes
Behold sent back belov'd Clermanthe (as 'twere)
From Shades of Death, or Heaven's triumphant sphear?
Soul on the way, Body deflower'd by none?
Transcendent Gift! this Flesh that Honour shewn
To Bleed for Her, worthy of Fame's record.
When she again; Has then kind Heaven restor'd
To these glad Arms my worthy'st Lord, and Gem?
So long bewail'd in that disast'rous Dream,
As Carkase, Dead? Another's Corps altho,
My Champion joyn'd withall, much heightined so!
No more lost precious Blood, my Joys revive;
Now do I Breath Orsamnes found alive.
Thy Conquest Palm deserves, that Trance was kind,
Since made me prove to thy great Danger Blind.
She strait declar'd that dead Corps view'd before,
Orsamnes-like; how running through th' Cell-door
They seiz'd on Her, next to their Captain brought;
Then bound her Arms for Rape, strange Torment thought;
His Beard pull'd off, these words conjoyn'd beside
[Brisoldan's here] plainly Himself descry'd:
With dreadful Wonder struck; Mouth stop'd that hour,
So near his loathsom Grasp, then Murth'ring pow'r
(Hopes to be th' Heyr, like Poyson's second part,
Death meant by whisp'ring saw) orewhelmed Heart,
She fell Intranc'd when laying down for th' Action;
View'd by the Duke: Thief gave more satisfaction.
Much joy'd Orsamnes still, that rare escape
From deadly Hands, what next to Death a Rape.
Frantick Vanlor that Corps did strait appear,
Whom ranging so for Prize they Murther'd there.
He second Trance t' endanger seem'd from thence;
Such Kisses joyn'd as stifle would in Love,
Change so supreme, might well transported prove:
Both mutely fate. Parley'd with Hearts combin'd,
Souls whisp'ring forth sad Tales as 'twere (intwin'd)
Of former Griet: whilst Rape declar'd prevented
Rogue's gasping Tongue, Orsamnes thoughts contended:
Who thus did silence break, You losty Skies,
Immortal Pow'rs of Day-light do these eyes
Behold sent back belov'd Clermanthe (as 'twere)
From Shades of Death, or Heaven's triumphant sphear?
Soul on the way, Body deflower'd by none?
Transcendent Gift! this Flesh that Honour shewn
To Bleed for Her, worthy of Fame's record.
When she again; Has then kind Heaven restor'd
To these glad Arms my worthy'st Lord, and Gem?
So long bewail'd in that disast'rous Dream,
As Carkase, Dead? Another's Corps altho,
My Champion joyn'd withall, much heightined so!
No more lost precious Blood, my Joys revive;
Now do I Breath Orsamnes found alive.
Thy Conquest Palm deserves, that Trance was kind,
Since made me prove to thy great Danger Blind.
She strait declar'd that dead Corps view'd before,
Orsamnes-like; how running through th' Cell-door
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Then bound her Arms for Rape, strange Torment thought;
His Beard pull'd off, these words conjoyn'd beside
[Brisoldan's here] plainly Himself descry'd:
With dreadful Wonder struck; Mouth stop'd that hour,
So near his loathsom Grasp, then Murth'ring pow'r
(Hopes to be th' Heyr, like Poyson's second part,
Death meant by whisp'ring saw) orewhelmed Heart,
She fell Intranc'd when laying down for th' Action;
View'd by the Duke: Thief gave more satisfaction.
Much joy'd Orsamnes still, that rare escape
From deadly Hands, what next to Death a Rape.
Frantick Vanlor that Corps did strait appear,
Whom ranging so for Prize they Murther'd there.
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