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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This read, Both wonder'd more, since could discry
No Creature yet; till in the Root-plot by
(Walk'd forth) did handsome Tomb (yet open) view,
Lodg'd in the side oth' Cave; what stranger too,
One lying in't, all-cloath'd, as newly Dead:
Most reverend Lump of Age, whose hoary Head,
Beard snowy Alps appear'd, stiff, frozen-limb'd;
Being that Harmonus Corps, the which (it seem'd)
(As Both by Covenant were strongly ty'd)
Death softly whisp'ring, had layn down and Dy'd.
Which view'd, our Noblest Couple, after some
Kind Tears, meet pious duties clos'd the Tomb
Of their old Father strait; reciv'd as given
This pritty small Love-grange a Boon from Heaven,
Sweet'st sheltring Fort; although Light-horse were bound
To Scour these Parts, that Vestall coast oft round
Calm as the quiet Sphears, so that a Girl
Might wander safe, unrifled, bearing Pearl:
So Close reserv'd besides, no Shepheard-swains
Hanted this Coast, nor trod the Neighbouring Plains.
How various (lo) those Mystick folds of Fate!
Blest happy love succeeds Unfortunate.
Wood-bordring Woman too there was, did look
To th' Cell sometimes, dead Palsey whom then strook.
No Creature yet; till in the Root-plot by
(Walk'd forth) did handsome Tomb (yet open) view,
Lodg'd in the side oth' Cave; what stranger too,
One lying in't, all-cloath'd, as newly Dead:
Most reverend Lump of Age, whose hoary Head,
Beard snowy Alps appear'd, stiff, frozen-limb'd;
Being that Harmonus Corps, the which (it seem'd)
(As Both by Covenant were strongly ty'd)
Death softly whisp'ring, had layn down and Dy'd.
Which view'd, our Noblest Couple, after some
Kind Tears, meet pious duties clos'd the Tomb
Of their old Father strait; reciv'd as given
This pritty small Love-grange a Boon from Heaven,
Sweet'st sheltring Fort; although Light-horse were bound
To Scour these Parts, that Vestall coast oft round
Calm as the quiet Sphears, so that a Girl
Might wander safe, unrifled, bearing Pearl:
So Close reserv'd besides, no Shepheard-swains
Hanted this Coast, nor trod the Neighbouring Plains.
How various (lo) those Mystick folds of Fate!
Blest happy love succeeds Unfortunate.
Wood-bordring Woman too there was, did look
To th' Cell sometimes, dead Palsey whom then strook.
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