The goddesses glory: or, The loyal lover wounded by their splendid beauty To the tune of, Walking beneath the shades. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A42903 of text R216261 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing G922A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A42903 Wing G922A ESTC R216261 99827999 99827999 32426 2240911209

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A42903) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 32426) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1925:23) The goddesses glory: or, The loyal lover wounded by their splendid beauty To the tune of, Walking beneath the shades. This may be printed, R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Gilt-Spur-Street, without Newgate, [London] : [1695?] Verse - "When the soft winds did blow". Two lines of printed music at head of text. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The goddesses glory: or, The loyal lover wounded by their splendid beauty. To the tune of, Walking beneath the shades. This may be printed, R.P. [no entry] 1671 2 459 0 0 0 20 0 0 4357.3 F The rate of 4357.3 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Goddesses Glory : OR , THE Loyal Lover Wounded By their splended Beauty . To the Tune of , Walking beneath the Shades .

This may be Printed ,

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I. WHen the soft winds did blow in the fair flourishing Spring , Where silver Streams did flow , and the sweet small Birds did sing : The Hills Enamell'd were , With fragrant Flowers fair , pleasant and gay : Through shades and groves I went , Then with a full intent to gather May. II. A pleasant Flow'ry plain , at length I there did espy , Where a young Female Train , made a most sweet harmony ; On Lutes they play'd and sung , Which were most sweetly strung , all the long Day , The which did charm me so , That I forgot to go to gather May. III. Clorona she was there , whom the young Swains do adore , And Floramella fair , with many youthful Nymphs more ; The one for Beauty bright , Cast such a splendid light , out-shin'd the day , I ask't who she might be , Straight it was told to me , the Queen of May. IV. There was none could compare with her among all the rest : The Tresses of her Hair shaded her white snowy Breast : Long did I stand and gaze , Words cannot speak her praise , being so gay ; Then I thought in my mind , That I should never find more sweeter May. V. The Harmony they made , my yielding Fancy did move ; So that I was betray'd in the sweet Raptures of love : Their Voices soft and sweet , Did with their Musick meet , as they did play ; Thought I , I 'de rather be , In their sweet Company , than gather May. VI. No man felt greater smart than I , in all the whole Earth , Being deny'd a part in their sweet innocent Mirth : The Nymph that wounded me , Would not to that agree , but said me nay ; Fair Flora was her name ; I wisht I ne'r had came to gather May. VII . They were Array'd in white , with their fine Kerchers of Lawn ; But e're the gloomy Night , her sable Curtains had drawn , Homeward they did repair , And left me Wounded there , where I did stay , Being perplext in mind , Knowing not where to find the Queen of May. FINIS .

Printed for I. Deacon at the Angel in Gilt-Spur-street , without Newgate .