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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This Object view'd, O Horrour, scourge unknown!
Heart's trembling gasps! O my Souls Hell (she cries)
Sight, sight, enough to blast Heav'ns purer eyes,
And Damp their sparkling Fires! O tenfold death!
Ah Wo! Wo! Wo! why do I fondly breath,
The world, my self Undone? farwell, farwell
All Faith, Worth, lovely'st Grace, what could Excell;
Joyes, fly for ever; gones my dearest All,
And I'm no more. The Rocks resounding wall
Groan'd here her mournfull Eccho; Gem-like stream
Of showred Tears, with Hayrs torn wealth, did seem
Lavish'd on th' dusty ground; those whitest Hands
Both wrung, as though, Fates sweetest countermands,
They would Charm back their Orders rage, ore pow'r
Work so prodigious: strangely Ecclips'd that hour
Bright beauties World appear'd. I come, I come
(Sayd she) ere long to share Love's martyrdome,
Dear, dearest Youth, to tast last frozen Kiss
So dye upon thee (once my living Bliss)
Dear Corps I come. Here with what eager Passion
Key's sought and found! when furious inspiration
As though (wild Priestess-like) her limbs possessing,
She flung to th' Iron Door, her fair Hands pressing
Th' ore-churlish Bolt; hard troublous grapple 'twas;
Being perform'd, forth hurry'd she, wing'd pace,
Loud-voyc'd, Ah my Polind! when suddenly
Five Cut-throat Villains rush'd upon her, nigh
Bruis'd with their rudest armes sweet'st Innocence,
Heav'n in its type; true Dreams both proving thence.
Heart's trembling gasps! O my Souls Hell (she cries)
Sight, sight, enough to blast Heav'ns purer eyes,
And Damp their sparkling Fires! O tenfold death!
Ah Wo! Wo! Wo! why do I fondly breath,
The world, my self Undone? farwell, farwell
All Faith, Worth, lovely'st Grace, what could Excell;
Joyes, fly for ever; gones my dearest All,
And I'm no more. The Rocks resounding wall
Groan'd here her mournfull Eccho; Gem-like stream
Of showred Tears, with Hayrs torn wealth, did seem
Lavish'd on th' dusty ground; those whitest Hands
Both wrung, as though, Fates sweetest countermands,
They would Charm back their Orders rage, ore pow'r
Work so prodigious: strangely Ecclips'd that hour
Bright beauties World appear'd. I come, I come
(Sayd she) ere long to share Love's martyrdome,
Dear, dearest Youth, to tast last frozen Kiss
So dye upon thee (once my living Bliss)
Dear Corps I come. Here with what eager Passion
Key's sought and found! when furious inspiration
As though (wild Priestess-like) her limbs possessing,
She flung to th' Iron Door, her fair Hands pressing
Th' ore-churlish Bolt; hard troublous grapple 'twas;
Being perform'd, forth hurry'd she, wing'd pace,
Loud-voyc'd, Ah my Polind! when suddenly
Five Cut-throat Villains rush'd upon her, nigh
Bruis'd with their rudest armes sweet'st Innocence,
Heav'n in its type; true Dreams both proving thence.
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