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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Those Stories here may fitly Rang'd ensue,
CLARENZA's first, shewn smaller Map to view.
Surpriz'd and Coach'd, her Husband left for Dead,
Near that Park-lodg (which largely mentioned)
By foul GORDANUS Hand, since Rival grac'd,
Himself Refus'd; th' Arcadian Bounds o're-past,
Laconian Wood fit thought for Act so vile,
Rambling with his Comrades for Certain Isle.
And there by Huntsman scar'd from Ravishment,
First Grand Design; Death next resolv'd Intent;
Tumbling Her down from Dreadful Rock, least Blood
Dead Corps descry'd. Those near as rang'd the Wood;
Slight sprouting Branch, forth from that Rock well growing,
Cut off the depth large way, Rare Fortune shewing,
Her daintiest Limbs imbrac'd, more Gently so
Did Dandle strait to Branch sprung far below,
Which kiss'd them kindly there; but weaker found,
Surrender'd (last) to th' Hard-saluting Ground:
Where senseless bulk she lay, tho Fair with all,
Body much bruis'd and Head, so great the Fall:
CLARENZA's first, shewn smaller Map to view.
Surpriz'd and Coach'd, her Husband left for Dead,
Near that Park-lodg (which largely mentioned)
By foul GORDANUS Hand, since Rival grac'd,
Himself Refus'd; th' Arcadian Bounds o're-past,
Laconian Wood fit thought for Act so vile,
Rambling with his Comrades for Certain Isle.
And there by Huntsman scar'd from Ravishment,
First Grand Design; Death next resolv'd Intent;
Tumbling Her down from Dreadful Rock, least Blood
Dead Corps descry'd. Those near as rang'd the Wood;
Slight sprouting Branch, forth from that Rock well growing,
Cut off the depth large way, Rare Fortune shewing,
Her daintiest Limbs imbrac'd, more Gently so
Did Dandle strait to Branch sprung far below,
Which kiss'd them kindly there; but weaker found,
Surrender'd (last) to th' Hard-saluting Ground:
Where senseless bulk she lay, tho Fair with all,
Body much bruis'd and Head, so great the Fall:
| The Grecian Story | |