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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All wonder'd; when the old Priestess comes, espies
Oth' boord that Paper, reads with all four eyes
(Those glistring glaz'd Recruits) 'oft roul'd at heaven;
Ill-fac'd devotion 'twas, whilst joyntly given
No small heed, reverence by th' younger Crew,
Flock'd round about her then, as though there blew
Some sacred Whirlwind; just like Charmed things
She th' old Inchantress prov'd. Grief, sorrow stings
Most Mayden brests (alas) yea so far were
Some junior Nuns of choyce, grand Zelots there
(Unsworn to th' Place yet) mov'd therewith, transported,
That, what through jealous thoughts their Goddess sorted
More Honors, favours to that Thracian Bow'r
(In part withdrawn from hence) so Dear that hour
Pledora also esteem'd, Althusa too;
Those Girls would needs like Lady-errants go
For th' Thracian realm: Till loud th' old Priestess cry'd
(Joyn'd with more setled Nuns) That this imply'd
(Well-weigh'd) but meer their own fantastick Dream,
No heav'n-born Vision: Next, informed them,
How Fond these thoughts, since Vestas Deity
Fill'd all her Bow'rs alike; nor could they spy,
For pleasures choyce Map, such transcendent Piece,
Like Virgin-mansion though they travayl'd Greece:
Whose Foundress with the lasting glory dy'd
Of Queen and Mayd; now doubtless Stellify'd.
So, progress'd ore the whole; which, since so much
Concerns Flostellas Blood, descent, we'l touch.
Oth' boord that Paper, reads with all four eyes
(Those glistring glaz'd Recruits) 'oft roul'd at heaven;
Ill-fac'd devotion 'twas, whilst joyntly given
No small heed, reverence by th' younger Crew,
Flock'd round about her then, as though there blew
Some sacred Whirlwind; just like Charmed things
She th' old Inchantress prov'd. Grief, sorrow stings
Most Mayden brests (alas) yea so far were
Some junior Nuns of choyce, grand Zelots there
(Unsworn to th' Place yet) mov'd therewith, transported,
That, what through jealous thoughts their Goddess sorted
More Honors, favours to that Thracian Bow'r
(In part withdrawn from hence) so Dear that hour
Pledora also esteem'd, Althusa too;
Those Girls would needs like Lady-errants go
For th' Thracian realm: Till loud th' old Priestess cry'd
(Joyn'd with more setled Nuns) That this imply'd
(Well-weigh'd) but meer their own fantastick Dream,
No heav'n-born Vision: Next, informed them,
How Fond these thoughts, since Vestas Deity
Fill'd all her Bow'rs alike; nor could they spy,
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Like Virgin-mansion though they travayl'd Greece:
Whose Foundress with the lasting glory dy'd
Of Queen and Mayd; now doubtless Stellify'd.
So, progress'd ore the whole; which, since so much
Concerns Flostellas Blood, descent, we'l touch.
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