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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Thus, much rejoyc'd this blacker Clouds blown over
(Though caus'd, as were those Vestall frights of late,
Through vain fear, Lovers hanting Ghost, sad fate)
On walk'd th' enlivened Payr to th' further side,
Large spreading Wood, where smaller Path espy'd.
When (lo) the Lady faintish grown through late
Long watching, journey, frights, cool Liquor's bait
Much wish'd, desir'd, they thought awhile to tread
That Path, which would perhaps more friendly lead
To some refreshing Cell or Lodge; much lower
(Enticed on) they found, unlatch'd a Door:
Whence pass'd large squared Plot, strong lofty-fenc'd,
Part ope, part shaded ground, 'twas place dispenc'd
Much rarity for th' woods; Art, Nature where
So link'd combin'd, that well-drest Rudeness there
Both might present to th' eye; or seem t'express
Pert Loneness, cheerfull, sprightly Solemness:
As that its chief Grace meant, delight, the easier
To poize light Fancy grave, yeild jocund Pleasure
Sober allay; transform'd to Solid, wise
Quick Sanguin-temper, whilst dull Phlegm dries.
Th' whole plot some Spirit Philosophick show'd,
Or as 'twould sute that working Soul; the Mode
Such briefly, as if, with Princes daintier way
Cloy'd, tyr'd, slunk'd Art had hither stole to Play.
(Though caus'd, as were those Vestall frights of late,
Through vain fear, Lovers hanting Ghost, sad fate)
On walk'd th' enlivened Payr to th' further side,
Large spreading Wood, where smaller Path espy'd.
When (lo) the Lady faintish grown through late
Long watching, journey, frights, cool Liquor's bait
Much wish'd, desir'd, they thought awhile to tread
That Path, which would perhaps more friendly lead
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(Enticed on) they found, unlatch'd a Door:
Whence pass'd large squared Plot, strong lofty-fenc'd,
Part ope, part shaded ground, 'twas place dispenc'd
Much rarity for th' woods; Art, Nature where
So link'd combin'd, that well-drest Rudeness there
Both might present to th' eye; or seem t'express
Pert Loneness, cheerfull, sprightly Solemness:
As that its chief Grace meant, delight, the easier
To poize light Fancy grave, yeild jocund Pleasure
Sober allay; transform'd to Solid, wise
Quick Sanguin-temper, whilst dull Phlegm dries.
Th' whole plot some Spirit Philosophick show'd,
Or as 'twould sute that working Soul; the Mode
Such briefly, as if, with Princes daintier way
Cloy'd, tyr'd, slunk'd Art had hither stole to Play.
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