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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For Floris Swain gentile, whose dearest Love
(Friends crossing still) through Feavers burning rape
Dead Corps become (fayr Nymph, though foul mishap)
Had turn'd him frantick neer; Tru'st hearted Swain!
Thus (Twilight-ghost he'd rove the distant plain
With loud lamenting Noyse, where gladly sound
Kind Eccho moan him ought, upon that ground
He'd Parlying stand (deep-charm'd) sick Fancy pleasing,
As heard fair Cressas Voyce. Whom, scarcely ceasing,
Our Pilgrim-lovers left to's fonder play
With's ayr-born Mistress, thus, resum'd their way,
(Much pitty'd though) till now, Three Miles oth' four
Travayl'd, dispatch'd, both chanc'd to progress o're
Fine Velvet-plain with flowry crop Begem'd;
Thorough whose midst small Chrystall River seem'd
To sport it self about, in wanton Mazes:
Trees, Natures Em'rald-bowrs, their verdant graces
Joyn'd from both sides the bank, Sun-fans (as 'twere)
To th' Pearl-cheek'd dancing Nymph; or seemed there
To stand at gaze, like her intranced Lovers.
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