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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Off from their open Flat, too wanton rayes
Whilst Sol on fair Flostella darts, displayes,
T'avoid his hot unpleasing Courtship, hither
She'd fly for Leavy skreen; where both together,
Close-couch'd by th' Mossie Rock, took pleasure there
To see their Fount weep forth it self (as 'twere)
With kind of bubling moans: Such for thy sake
Was I once (sayd the Lord Polind) did make
Those teary Plaints. Th' heav'n-lov'd Flostella when
Reply'd; What pitty sh' had not Treasur'd then
Those drops for Neck-pearl, wrist! When gentlest he
Must kiss for her kind Flout, again, as she
Box'd him before. Then would she sing, rejoyce
Polindor's glad Eare with th' enchanting Voyce;
At which all's glad, seem'd Soul'd, inspir'd anone,
Stones, Statues, Trees; th' Orphæan Lyre out-gone;
Th' ayr's Road hush'd, yea, though blustring storms had fild
Th' whole empty Round, 'thad those Ayr-bedlams still'd
Onely their Fountain seem'd yet weeping more,
As Voyce on's pearly-streamed Nymph it bore.
Whilst Sol on fair Flostella darts, displayes,
T'avoid his hot unpleasing Courtship, hither
She'd fly for Leavy skreen; where both together,
Close-couch'd by th' Mossie Rock, took pleasure there
To see their Fount weep forth it self (as 'twere)
With kind of bubling moans: Such for thy sake
Was I once (sayd the Lord Polind) did make
Those teary Plaints. Th' heav'n-lov'd Flostella when
Reply'd; What pitty sh' had not Treasur'd then
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Must kiss for her kind Flout, again, as she
Box'd him before. Then would she sing, rejoyce
Polindor's glad Eare with th' enchanting Voyce;
At which all's glad, seem'd Soul'd, inspir'd anone,
Stones, Statues, Trees; th' Orphæan Lyre out-gone;
Th' ayr's Road hush'd, yea, though blustring storms had fild
Th' whole empty Round, 'thad those Ayr-bedlams still'd
Onely their Fountain seem'd yet weeping more,
As Voyce on's pearly-streamed Nymph it bore.
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