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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 | The History of Polindor and Flostella |  |
At either end oth' Bank ith Flat, between
That and the fence (good spaces left) was seen
(A-cross) short closer Walk; each verdant side
Stood comly'st planted Row, those being beside
All Trees of shade, select, though various found;
Palms, Myrtles, Cipress, thus prov'd shade Compound:
Yet, taught their ranged-order too, so growing.
That every Third's the same, like formed showing.
Hither would walk sometimes the fair Flostel,
Midst Noon-day-blazes, from th' Adjoyning Cell
Or Tarras-mount (whilst, pressing thus the Grass,
'Twould rising seem to Strut again, as 'twas
Proud kiss'd her Foot) the lowly place Sun-proof:
Both pleas'd for change beneath that Bow'ry roof:
There oft spent th' Evening too, Polindor's head
Couch'd on her dainty'st Lap; when she would brede
His silken longer Locks, then joyntly hold
All close to's Head in some conceited Fold,
Much like her own, the faces prospect seen,
Cryes out; How well her self the Man had been,
But he the Woman! who with mirth replies,
So one the Man become, blest Destinies!
Then, all her former, busie, pleasing Pains
She soon undoes agen, nor Smile refrains;
Th' enlarged Hair leap'd from her hand so quick
To sportive Curls anew, like wanton Trick,
As 'twould again be play'd with: Stroaking when,
She'd Curl, uncurl by turns; would now and then
Give him light gentler Twich, though then must Kiss
In kind amends, as 'twere: and as for this
Bow'd down her Nimble Head, Polindor thought
The Skies had fallen to th' earth, and two Stars shot:
So heav'nly seem'd that Face, those sparkling Eyes
So bright, so suddain (lastly) the Surprize.
That and the fence (good spaces left) was seen
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Stood comly'st planted Row, those being beside
All Trees of shade, select, though various found;
Palms, Myrtles, Cipress, thus prov'd shade Compound:
Yet, taught their ranged-order too, so growing.
That every Third's the same, like formed showing.
Hither would walk sometimes the fair Flostel,
Midst Noon-day-blazes, from th' Adjoyning Cell
Or Tarras-mount (whilst, pressing thus the Grass,
'Twould rising seem to Strut again, as 'twas
Proud kiss'd her Foot) the lowly place Sun-proof:
Both pleas'd for change beneath that Bow'ry roof:
There oft spent th' Evening too, Polindor's head
Couch'd on her dainty'st Lap; when she would brede
His silken longer Locks, then joyntly hold
All close to's Head in some conceited Fold,
Much like her own, the faces prospect seen,
Cryes out; How well her self the Man had been,
But he the Woman! who with mirth replies,
So one the Man become, blest Destinies!
Then, all her former, busie, pleasing Pains
She soon undoes agen, nor Smile refrains;
Th' enlarged Hair leap'd from her hand so quick
To sportive Curls anew, like wanton Trick,
As 'twould again be play'd with: Stroaking when,
She'd Curl, uncurl by turns; would now and then
Give him light gentler Twich, though then must Kiss
In kind amends, as 'twere: and as for this
Bow'd down her Nimble Head, Polindor thought
The Skies had fallen to th' earth, and two Stars shot:
So heav'nly seem'd that Face, those sparkling Eyes
So bright, so suddain (lastly) the Surprize.
| The History of Polindor and Flostella | |