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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Then, stealing gently forth Back-door oth' room,
All night left open wide (thus, silent dumb
That's bolt appear'd) through small joyn'd Wilderness;
Seem'd planted for their flight, Both did address
Their Ghost-like steps to th' Gardens postern-door
(There seem'd a Fount all tears, the solemn Bow'r
There quiv'ring Sigh'd, Herbs, Flowers drooping round
At parting) from that Door free Passage, ground
To th' mention'd Plain beneath; which nicely'st touch
Like softer Gales, coy silvan Nymphs, or such,
Payr'd sportive Goddesses, when, left their Skies,
O're th' mossie, Silken Lawns do wantonize:
Whilst splendid Phœbes cheek, but lately shining,
Seem'd now Cloud vayl'd as 'twere, in love combining
To shelter wandring Virtue, as it flyes:
O may not th' own fayr Rayes, Flostellas Eyes,
May not their own most Violet-like Scent
Those Feet betray. Thus, pass'd the Plain, they bent
Their steps to th' green Roads, which, trod lightly through
Both joyfull bad to th' Mayden Grove Adieu,
All night left open wide (thus, silent dumb
That's bolt appear'd) through small joyn'd Wilderness;
Seem'd planted for their flight, Both did address
Their Ghost-like steps to th' Gardens postern-door
(There seem'd a Fount all tears, the solemn Bow'r
There quiv'ring Sigh'd, Herbs, Flowers drooping round
At parting) from that Door free Passage, ground
To th' mention'd Plain beneath; which nicely'st touch
Like softer Gales, coy silvan Nymphs, or such,
Payr'd sportive Goddesses, when, left their Skies,
O're th' mossie, Silken Lawns do wantonize:
Whilst splendid Phœbes cheek, but lately shining,
Seem'd now Cloud vayl'd as 'twere, in love combining
To shelter wandring Virtue, as it flyes:
O may not th' own fayr Rayes, Flostellas Eyes,
May not their own most Violet-like Scent
Those Feet betray. Thus, pass'd the Plain, they bent
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Both joyfull bad to th' Mayden Grove Adieu,
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