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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To th' Lady's Room she gently walked then,
Open'd both Doors, lock'd fast the same agen;
Scar'd with which Noise, couch'd only upon the Bed,
Since fear'd that Night she should be Ravished;
Clermanthe thought, now plainly her Doom would seize her,
Sunk, panting Heart; wish'd Death might free, Release her.
Till hearing softest Tread, small Light display'd,
That doleful Hour, sad Fancy's Damp o'resway'd;
New strong Conceit some Ghost might then appear,
Orsamnes too (still thought reserved there,
The Prince being gone) prove closely murther'd, slain:
Glancing on Her, strait overwhelm'd again;
Since sent (conceiv'd) on Bawdy grounds before,
The Lord at hand; did Trembling way Deplore.
Open'd both Doors, lock'd fast the same agen;
Scar'd with which Noise, couch'd only upon the Bed,
Since fear'd that Night she should be Ravished;
Clermanthe thought, now plainly her Doom would seize her,
Sunk, panting Heart; wish'd Death might free, Release her.
Till hearing softest Tread, small Light display'd,
That doleful Hour, sad Fancy's Damp o'resway'd;
New strong Conceit some Ghost might then appear,
Orsamnes too (still thought reserved there,
The Prince being gone) prove closely murther'd, slain:
Glancing on Her, strait overwhelm'd again;
Since sent (conceiv'd) on Bawdy grounds before,
The Lord at hand; did Trembling way Deplore.
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