The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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This, scarcely cloz'd, when strait comes in the sweet
Pledora, wilder-look'd (chang'd Visage, meet
For flying Daphne turn'd) Ah my Althuse,
Sayd she, We'r both undone. Worst, saddest newes
Though softly breath'd! Why? strait Althuse reply'd,
Startling; her Languag'd looks since much descry'd,
Tongue more: We'r both betrayd (said she agen)
Lost, ruin'd Startled more Althusa when,
Speak't plainly out (reply'd) leave thus tormenting:
That Nymph, sayd she, that Mayd Ducenza (fainting)
What, what of her? Althusa strait replyes;
Comes here to morrow early, by Sun-rise
(Sayd she again) inrolled Nun of choyce
Althusa flushing strait) th' admitting Voyce
Is pass'd (went further on) my self but now
O're-heard th' old Priestess, down by th' Founts, allow
Grant all to th' Ancient Mayd, imployed by'er:
How sighing cloze! which tunefull Breath, rays'd higher,
Pledoras too, might Sweeten seem Misfortune.
Pledora, wilder-look'd (chang'd Visage, meet
For flying Daphne turn'd) Ah my Althuse,
Sayd she, We'r both undone. Worst, saddest newes
Though softly breath'd! Why? strait Althuse reply'd,
Startling; her Languag'd looks since much descry'd,
Tongue more: We'r both betrayd (said she agen)
Lost, ruin'd Startled more Althusa when,
Speak't plainly out (reply'd) leave thus tormenting:
That Nymph, sayd she, that Mayd Ducenza (fainting)
What, what of her? Althusa strait replyes;
Comes here to morrow early, by Sun-rise
(Sayd she again) inrolled Nun of choyce
Althusa flushing strait) th' admitting Voyce
Is pass'd (went further on) my self but now
O're-heard th' old Priestess, down by th' Founts, allow
Grant all to th' Ancient Mayd, imployed by'er:
How sighing cloze! which tunefull Breath, rays'd higher,
Pledoras too, might Sweeten seem Misfortune.
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