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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Forenz, love-furnish'd thus, about eleven
Enter'd his Patients room, where bounteous Heaven
Had set Dorisbe, being newly'st come
(As Kindly us'd) walls darker side; on whom
Most wistly Glancing, whilst she sweetly Blush'd
(Prepar'd for some Design) he softlier push'd
Into her gentle hand (quick'st under-slight)
That Paper which the Lady took: from sight
Wrapt up, as though fore-warn'd oth' Amorous plot:
T'her Closets councel-board, ere long, she got
(Mayd following) and; clos'd her Door, began
With new-blown Roses there (alas, too plain)
To read her Lines; when shortly Milky'st white
Seem'd t'over-flow those beds of Roses quite,
Sweet'st-pale. She read (choyce scroul with love Begem'd,
Word-pearls) th' eyes Gilding it, how oft! though stream'd
No doubt at all, who th' Lovesick Person was,
Yet, mildly'st ere Tens hour, the Windows glass
She pleas'd t'Adorn; through which, being Chrystalline,
Full-view'd, did like to th' fair Aurora shine
Through th' eastern Casements; standing reading there,
Neer large broke Pane (which seem'd Complyance bear)
Maid working by. Th' approv'd Thersames came;
Most Sun-like pers'nage, cloathed all in Flame,
Gold, beauty, love; his Goddess soon espies,
Whom (undiscern'd) ador'd, with fixed eyes
On her, then Heav'n; his Hand across the brest:
So, passing slowly on, such looks at least,
Mild Sweetness from those Window-clouds distilling,
As blaz'd her forth no Tigre brood, nor killing.
Enter'd his Patients room, where bounteous Heaven
Had set Dorisbe, being newly'st come
(As Kindly us'd) walls darker side; on whom
Most wistly Glancing, whilst she sweetly Blush'd
(Prepar'd for some Design) he softlier push'd
Into her gentle hand (quick'st under-slight)
That Paper which the Lady took: from sight
Wrapt up, as though fore-warn'd oth' Amorous plot:
T'her Closets councel-board, ere long, she got
(Mayd following) and; clos'd her Door, began
With new-blown Roses there (alas, too plain)
To read her Lines; when shortly Milky'st white
Seem'd t'over-flow those beds of Roses quite,
Sweet'st-pale. She read (choyce scroul with love Begem'd,
Word-pearls) th' eyes Gilding it, how oft! though stream'd
No doubt at all, who th' Lovesick Person was,
Yet, mildly'st ere Tens hour, the Windows glass
She pleas'd t'Adorn; through which, being Chrystalline,
Full-view'd, did like to th' fair Aurora shine
Through th' eastern Casements; standing reading there,
Neer large broke Pane (which seem'd Complyance bear)
Maid working by. Th' approv'd Thersames came;
Most Sun-like pers'nage, cloathed all in Flame,
Gold, beauty, love; his Goddess soon espies,
Whom (undiscern'd) ador'd, with fixed eyes
On her, then Heav'n; his Hand across the brest:
So, passing slowly on, such looks at least,
Mild Sweetness from those Window-clouds distilling,
As blaz'd her forth no Tigre brood, nor killing.
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