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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As for Chlorinda though, Fates, milder grown,
Gave her oft private Vuws, in clouds unknown
(Stoln joyes delightfull too, most dear to thought)
Since visiting by fits that Lady oft
Of good Lorele as friend (Sicambe nam'd)
Whole Month sometimes (whose Councel not disclaim'd)
They two would frequently to th' Park repair
Mile's distance off, as though for th' Evening ayre
(Choice gallant Prospect 'twas beside) well Coach'd;
Which having pranced round, their Lodge approach'd,
They'd enter still for easefull Bait, the Queen
Her small Chlorinda thus (brought alwaies in
By th' Nurse, as for Sicambes onely view)
Fondlily'st enjoy'd. First glance on it, 'tis true,
Just cross the Court she spy'd it Didling go,
Whence inmost bowels seem'd to roul; but O,
The Mothers tendrest Garb and meltings ore
Her harmless Babe (Nurse standing by, no more)
What Joy-grief-medley there! what tears and smiles!
Show'r, mixed Sunshine! how embrac'd the whiles,
Hug'd, kiss'd it oft! when clasping her agen
The gentle Babe, now sober-temper'd, then
Smiling as much, till Wept (poor heart) at last
For solemn Company; full sorrows blast
When Sighed forth the dear ore-charged Mother:
What Bablings (last) begun from t'one to th' other,
'Twas pritty rare Sight, caused thence to rise
Sad pleasure ith' Beholders dewed eyes.
She Wept, yet weeping though she blesses Heaven,
Since lives and safties both at once were given
To her poor Orphæn-brood; what's more, so Kind,
That T'one of them's ith' Armes just then intwin'd.
Gave her oft private Vuws, in clouds unknown
(Stoln joyes delightfull too, most dear to thought)
Since visiting by fits that Lady oft
Of good Lorele as friend (Sicambe nam'd)
Whole Month sometimes (whose Councel not disclaim'd)
They two would frequently to th' Park repair
Mile's distance off, as though for th' Evening ayre
(Choice gallant Prospect 'twas beside) well Coach'd;
Which having pranced round, their Lodge approach'd,
They'd enter still for easefull Bait, the Queen
Her small Chlorinda thus (brought alwaies in
By th' Nurse, as for Sicambes onely view)
Fondlily'st enjoy'd. First glance on it, 'tis true,
Just cross the Court she spy'd it Didling go,
Whence inmost bowels seem'd to roul; but O,
The Mothers tendrest Garb and meltings ore
Her harmless Babe (Nurse standing by, no more)
What Joy-grief-medley there! what tears and smiles!
Show'r, mixed Sunshine! how embrac'd the whiles,
Hug'd, kiss'd it oft! when clasping her agen
The gentle Babe, now sober-temper'd, then
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For solemn Company; full sorrows blast
When Sighed forth the dear ore-charged Mother:
What Bablings (last) begun from t'one to th' other,
'Twas pritty rare Sight, caused thence to rise
Sad pleasure ith' Beholders dewed eyes.
She Wept, yet weeping though she blesses Heaven,
Since lives and safties both at once were given
To her poor Orphæn-brood; what's more, so Kind,
That T'one of them's ith' Armes just then intwin'd.
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