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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This now remain'd, He joyn'd i'th' Pasport so,
Who us'd her Pen and Ink; great Space below,
Their last cut off; lest not By-passage found
More clear and free, the Day then shining round.
Let pass this Man, Two Daughters safe and well
'Bout their affairs; Conjoyn'd my Hand and Seal.
But casting Glance, Arm'd Man with Garment rude,
Black Hair and Beard behind a Tree they view'd,
Drinking at Fount, Horse by; whom All to shun
Straitways, Avoy'd (Thersander unarm'd) begun;
More follow might: Till he call'd loud (as fled)
And ask'd, which Way to Lacedemon led.
Varnesa
knowing, inform'd (Both yiel'd howe're)
Shewn two large Tow'rs, which did far off appear.
When mounting strait (no Time for more Discourse)
His lusty Beast, small Gale by gentle force
Turn'd up his Coat, Silk Garment, Green espy'd,
Broad Silver Plates; well mark'd the Voyce beside;
Thersander called, whilst galloping did prove,
If you Orsamnes are, Thersander love,
Turn back again. He turn'd, this Answer made;
Are you Thersander then? Who joyful said,
As sure as You Orsamnes there, and This.
Clermanthe call'd: who strait unvciled is.
Said; Nay, my Lord, and could you leave, (unkind)
Clermanthe thus to Danger's storm behind?
Speak, Was this well? Thersander joyned more,
She's yet unstain'd, pure Virgin as before.
Who us'd her Pen and Ink; great Space below,
Their last cut off; lest not By-passage found
More clear and free, the Day then shining round.
Let pass this Man, Two Daughters safe and well
'Bout their affairs; Conjoyn'd my Hand and Seal.
But casting Glance, Arm'd Man with Garment rude,
Black Hair and Beard behind a Tree they view'd,
Drinking at Fount, Horse by; whom All to shun
Straitways, Avoy'd (Thersander unarm'd) begun;
More follow might: Till he call'd loud (as fled)
And ask'd, which Way to Lacedemon led.
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Shewn two large Tow'rs, which did far off appear.
When mounting strait (no Time for more Discourse)
His lusty Beast, small Gale by gentle force
Turn'd up his Coat, Silk Garment, Green espy'd,
Broad Silver Plates; well mark'd the Voyce beside;
Thersander called, whilst galloping did prove,
If you Orsamnes are, Thersander love,
Turn back again. He turn'd, this Answer made;
Are you Thersander then? Who joyful said,
As sure as You Orsamnes there, and This.
Clermanthe call'd: who strait unvciled is.
Said; Nay, my Lord, and could you leave, (unkind)
Clermanthe thus to Danger's storm behind?
Speak, Was this well? Thersander joyned more,
She's yet unstain'd, pure Virgin as before.
| The Grecian Story | |