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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At which scarce startled (lo) since these conceiving
Those ugly Butchers, providence hope giving
They'd soon dispatch her too; fierce Grief's Extream
Stifling her naturall Fear, since dy'd with him
All further Lifes-joy; yet, to th' Soul confounded,
They stop'd her loving Course, these words she sounded
From dolefull passion'd brest. Come, welcome you
My dear Lord's murtherers, since I shall Sue
For that Death, freely thank you, which so late
You forced upon him; though (Fiend-like hate!)
Don't Kill me double: Range this smaller Cell,
Whilst I but snatching take last poor Farwell,
Then strike, strike home; I shall confess y'are Men.
Those ugly Butchers, providence hope giving
They'd soon dispatch her too; fierce Grief's Extream
Stifling her naturall Fear, since dy'd with him
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They stop'd her loving Course, these words she sounded
From dolefull passion'd brest. Come, welcome you
My dear Lord's murtherers, since I shall Sue
For that Death, freely thank you, which so late
You forced upon him; though (Fiend-like hate!)
Don't Kill me double: Range this smaller Cell,
Whilst I but snatching take last poor Farwell,
Then strike, strike home; I shall confess y'are Men.
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