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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Thus raign'd Persandra as the Cyprian Sun,
Till Phœbus too his yearly course had run;
What time the worthy'st Queen Claruesia dies,
Gave up her Soul to heaven, whose drousie eyes
(Their lids fair Curtains to this worldly Light)
Both Daughters clos'd in death; her Young'st delight
Late come from Arcady, where gallant Lord
Espoused had: she, back return'd aboard
(Of whom more shall be sayd anon) Behold,
Claruesia being set, dark Clouds unfold.
That Tyrant's haughty Heir, most Lion-stout
As suttle, boldly stak'd at one last bout
His utmost All; took field, pitch'd Battail tries;
Through churlish Fates, or humane treacheries
Shatter'd ere long, disjoynted all her Pow'r:
Persandra flying to Port-town, that hour:
Whence with a monstrous Mass of treasure, there
Lay'd up 'gainst thundring Storm, of late (the Peer
Lorele her Guardian) trusts to foaming Seas,
Since Land unkindest prov'd; through gentlest these
Soon reach'd th' Arcadian shelter, thither came:
Purchas'd this goodly Place, this Grove of fame,
Tall Temple (lastly) Mansion-bow'r admir'd
Gave up to Vestas honour, use; retir'd,
Weary of earths soon-fading Tinsell glory,
As Vestal Nun she clos'd her Royall Story.
Till Phœbus too his yearly course had run;
What time the worthy'st Queen Claruesia dies,
Gave up her Soul to heaven, whose drousie eyes
(Their lids fair Curtains to this worldly Light)
Both Daughters clos'd in death; her Young'st delight
Late come from Arcady, where gallant Lord
Espoused had: she, back return'd aboard
(Of whom more shall be sayd anon) Behold,
Claruesia being set, dark Clouds unfold.
That Tyrant's haughty Heir, most Lion-stout
As suttle, boldly stak'd at one last bout
His utmost All; took field, pitch'd Battail tries;
Through churlish Fates, or humane treacheries
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Persandra flying to Port-town, that hour:
Whence with a monstrous Mass of treasure, there
Lay'd up 'gainst thundring Storm, of late (the Peer
Lorele her Guardian) trusts to foaming Seas,
Since Land unkindest prov'd; through gentlest these
Soon reach'd th' Arcadian shelter, thither came:
Purchas'd this goodly Place, this Grove of fame,
Tall Temple (lastly) Mansion-bow'r admir'd
Gave up to Vestas honour, use; retir'd,
Weary of earths soon-fading Tinsell glory,
As Vestal Nun she clos'd her Royall Story.
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