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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Here seiz'd all Five on her: This was in truth
That gentile Swain, call'd Floris (comely'st Youth)
That Midnight-wanderer, by th' Vestall Grove
Talk'd it so late with th' Eccho, his dead Love
Lamenting unto Ghosts and griesly shade,
Where hop'd to find her still, ere yet convay'd
To th' low'st Elizium: now doubly slain,
In mind and body both; though comfort, gain
That last, whose Hearts wound seem'd to cure his heart,
Lanc'd Grief's imposthume thus (most blessed smart)
And Fates were kind in it, since Life might show
His burden, torment: Doom much honour'd too;
Since Mourned, Wept (what higher solemnizing)
By Greeces glory, boast: Thus prov'd the thing.
That gentile Swain, call'd Floris (comely'st Youth)
That Midnight-wanderer, by th' Vestall Grove
Talk'd it so late with th' Eccho, his dead Love
Lamenting unto Ghosts and griesly shade,
Where hop'd to find her still, ere yet convay'd
To th' low'st Elizium: now doubly slain,
In mind and body both; though comfort, gain
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Lanc'd Grief's imposthume thus (most blessed smart)
And Fates were kind in it, since Life might show
His burden, torment: Doom much honour'd too;
Since Mourned, Wept (what higher solemnizing)
By Greeces glory, boast: Thus prov'd the thing.
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