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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Scarce half a Mile they measur'd o're, when heard
Loud-sounding Voice; Clermanthe partly scar'd,
As Porter from the Grove, but branched Fence
Standing between, they hearkned both from thence:
When spake again, conjoyn'd from Rocks above
Shrill Ecchoes Noise. No, No (said there) Mad Love
Best fits thy Name, here then sit down, Bemoan ye:
Ay me! Ech. Ay me! Heark, there's Dione: Ech. Dione:
'Tis she. Ech. 'Tis she. My joy, Contents the more;
O dost still think on thy Vanlor. Ech. Vanlor:
Indeed. Ech. Indeed. It sounds like pleasing Ditty;
Say't once again, dost truly Pitty? Ech. Pitty.
Dearest Dear. Ech. Dear. Thus then my Heart renew Love;
Dione's kind, and proves thy True-Love. Ech. True-Love.
False never. Ech. Never. Cease then to Importune;
Her Brest pertakes in thy hard Fortune. Ech. Fortune.
Sighs, Groans. Ech. Sighs, Groans. O soft and gentlest-hearted,
Day-dismal 'twas these Hands thus parted. Ech. parted.
Accurs'd. Ech. Accurs'd. What friend did speak, unfold it;
That I was here? Winds surely told it. Ech. told it.
'Twas strange. Ech. 'Twas strange. Stay Nymph, and do not pass me,
Dione sweet, but first Imbrace me, Ech. Imbrace me.
I'th' Ghostly Shades. Ech. Shades. Where no storm shall sever,
But we shall Love intwin'd for ever. Ech. Ever.
I come then. Ech. Come then.
Loud-sounding Voice; Clermanthe partly scar'd,
As Porter from the Grove, but branched Fence
Standing between, they hearkned both from thence:
When spake again, conjoyn'd from Rocks above
Shrill Ecchoes Noise. No, No (said there) Mad Love
Best fits thy Name, here then sit down, Bemoan ye:
Ay me! Ech. Ay me! Heark, there's Dione: Ech. Dione:
'Tis she. Ech. 'Tis she. My joy, Contents the more;
O dost still think on thy Vanlor. Ech. Vanlor:
Indeed. Ech. Indeed. It sounds like pleasing Ditty;
Say't once again, dost truly Pitty? Ech. Pitty.
Dearest Dear. Ech. Dear. Thus then my Heart renew Love;
Dione's kind, and proves thy True-Love. Ech. True-Love.
False never. Ech. Never. Cease then to Importune;
Her Brest pertakes in thy hard Fortune. Ech. Fortune.
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Day-dismal 'twas these Hands thus parted. Ech. parted.
Accurs'd. Ech. Accurs'd. What friend did speak, unfold it;
That I was here? Winds surely told it. Ech. told it.
'Twas strange. Ech. 'Twas strange. Stay Nymph, and do not pass me,
Dione sweet, but first Imbrace me, Ech. Imbrace me.
I'th' Ghostly Shades. Ech. Shades. Where no storm shall sever,
But we shall Love intwin'd for ever. Ech. Ever.
I come then. Ech. Come then.
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