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GONDIBERT,
38.
Where Sleep does yet that gentle Sex possess,
Who ne'r should more of Care's rude wakings know,
But what may help sad Lovers to success;
Or imp Loves wings when Hymen thinks them slow.
Where Sleep does yet that gentle Sex possess,
Who ne'r should more of Care's rude wakings know,
But what may help sad Lovers to success;
Or imp Loves wings when Hymen thinks them slow.
39.
There Lovers seek the Royal Rhodalind;
Whose secret breast was sick for Gondibert;
And Orna, who had more in publick pin'd
For Hurgonil, the Monarch of her heart.
There Lovers seek the Royal Rhodalind;
Whose secret breast was sick for Gondibert;
And Orna, who had more in publick pin'd
For Hurgonil, the Monarch of her heart.
40.
And there the killing Laura did reside;
See, of whose Eyes the Lombard Youth Complain;
Yet often she for noble Arnold di'd;
And knew not now her Murderer was slain.
And there the killing Laura did reside;
See, of whose Eyes the Lombard Youth Complain;
Yet often she for noble Arnold di'd;
And knew not now her Murderer was slain.
41.
Nor Hugo, who was all with love indu'd;
Whom still with tears the Lombard Ladies name;
Esteeming Modern Lovers false, and rude,
And Poets falser when they sing their fame.
Nor Hugo, who was all with love indu'd;
Whom still with tears the Lombard Ladies name;
Esteeming Modern Lovers false, and rude,
And Poets falser when they sing their fame.
42.
These Beauties (who could soften Tyrant Kings)
Sleep now conceal'd within there Curtains shade;
Till rudely Fame, by shaking loud her wings
Disturb'd their Eyes, and their wak'd hearts dismay'd.
These Beauties (who could soften Tyrant Kings)
Sleep now conceal'd within there Curtains shade;
Till rudely Fame, by shaking loud her wings
Disturb'd their Eyes, and their wak'd hearts dismay'd.
43.
They heard in parcels by imperfect sound,
A tale too dismal to be understood;
That all their Lovers lay in hallow'd ground;
Temples their Bodies hid, the Fields their bloud.
They heard in parcels by imperfect sound,
A tale too dismal to be understood;
That all their Lovers lay in hallow'd ground;
Temples their Bodies hid, the Fields their bloud.
44.
That this dire Morn to sad Verona brought
The Duke and Oswald, of lov'd life depriv'd;
And that of all who their fierce battel fought,
Onely the mangled Hurgonil surviv'd.
That this dire Morn to sad Verona brought
The Duke and Oswald, of lov'd life depriv'd;
And that of all who their fierce battel fought,
Onely the mangled Hurgonil surviv'd.
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