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 |  |
Cast backward Glance, she saw from bushy throng
One hast'ned towards them, pursu'd e're long
By louder Voyce; Stay there and cease your flight,
We must not part thus: scar'd through stranger Fright
Clermanthe prov'd, as tho surpris'd, betray'd.
Near reaching Her, Is not your Name (he said)
The Lady broke from Jayl? Confounded more,
Dumb Marble grown, far plainer than before.
Next, turned up her Hood (which She let fall)
Conjoyning strait, Thersander see withall,
That Bodie, walk shew'd Her's far off descry'd,
Varnesa's too, Way, flying Hour beside.
Then known Himself (tho with false Hair and Beard
Coat, last disguis'd) that Name and Voyce confer'd:
Wonder as much o're-sway'd, seem'd nightly Dream,
Till briefly'st Heard th' escaping stratagem
Clermanthe Joy, that Guardian found, exprest;
Tho said, He follow'd that surprizing Jest
So far She might have Swoon'd perchance that time:
Thersander smil'd, ask'd Pardon for the Crime.
One hast'ned towards them, pursu'd e're long
By louder Voyce; Stay there and cease your flight,
We must not part thus: scar'd through stranger Fright
Clermanthe prov'd, as tho surpris'd, betray'd.
Near reaching Her, Is not your Name (he said)
The Lady broke from Jayl? Confounded more,
Dumb Marble grown, far plainer than before.
Next, turned up her Hood (which She let fall)
Conjoyning strait, Thersander see withall,
That Bodie, walk shew'd Her's far off descry'd,
Varnesa's too, Way, flying Hour beside.
Then known Himself (tho with false Hair and Beard
Coat, last disguis'd) that Name and Voyce confer'd:
Wonder as much o're-sway'd, seem'd nightly Dream,
Till briefly'st Heard th' escaping stratagem
Clermanthe Joy, that Guardian found, exprest;
Tho said, He follow'd that surprizing Jest
So far She might have Swoon'd perchance that time:
Thersander smil'd, ask'd Pardon for the Crime.
| The Grecian Story | |