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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 | The Grecian Story |  |
Clermanthe strait stept back to th' Fountain-grot,
Where (tho her Lute Discharg'd) not prove forgot
Hood, Fan, nor ribbon'd Gloves through nimble Speed;
Much less small Jewel-box, Rare chance indeed;
Brought down that Noon, where Pearl of dainty'st kind,
Necklace thereof, strung on the Bank, design'd.
So spirits rouz'd, Face veyl'd like Skies o'recast,
She smoothly trod through branched Shades at last
To th' mention'd Gate, where Wicket found but clos'd;
Else had she knock'd as for the Fields dispos'd.
Thence (Glancing round with flaming Eyes, less fear)
Through bord'ring Clump of Palms, well shrouded there,
She cross'd Flight-shoot to th' Rock, conjoyned shade;
Where dampt Noon-day, small twinkling Dawn display'd.
Where (tho her Lute Discharg'd) not prove forgot
Hood, Fan, nor ribbon'd Gloves through nimble Speed;
Much less small Jewel-box, Rare chance indeed;
Brought down that Noon, where Pearl of dainty'st kind,
Necklace thereof, strung on the Bank, design'd.
So spirits rouz'd, Face veyl'd like Skies o'recast,
She smoothly trod through branched Shades at last
To th' mention'd Gate, where Wicket found but clos'd;
Else had she knock'd as for the Fields dispos'd.
Thence (Glancing round with flaming Eyes, less fear)
Through bord'ring Clump of Palms, well shrouded there,
She cross'd Flight-shoot to th' Rock, conjoyned shade;
Where dampt Noon-day, small twinkling Dawn display'd.
| The Grecian Story | |