The musical shepeherdess, or, Dorinda's lamentation for the loss of Amintas Amintas all Arcadia's glory was, a youth so sweet that all he did surpass. But times all mowing sith this flower did cut, fate to his days hath the last period put : for musick and for singing, who but he, was fit to help the Gods with harmony? His fair Dorinda, seeing he was gone, and she poor mournful damsel left alone, invokes the nymphs to sing his praise, whilst she a garland weaves, then ends her days, resolving not to stay behind her love, she being deny'd him here, mounts above. To a pleasant new tune, called Amintas farewel, or, Digby's farewel. Pope, Walter, d. 1714. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09753 of text R234216 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing P2913A). 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. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09753 Wing P2913A ESTC R234216 64551567 ocm 64551567 184705 2240862838

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B09753) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184705) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2870:48) The musical shepeherdess, or, Dorinda's lamentation for the loss of Amintas Amintas all Arcadia's glory was, a youth so sweet that all he did surpass. But times all mowing sith this flower did cut, fate to his days hath the last period put : for musick and for singing, who but he, was fit to help the Gods with harmony? His fair Dorinda, seeing he was gone, and she poor mournful damsel left alone, invokes the nymphs to sing his praise, whilst she a garland weaves, then ends her days, resolving not to stay behind her love, she being deny'd him here, mounts above. To a pleasant new tune, called Amintas farewel, or, Digby's farewel. Pope, Walter, d. 1714. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed for J. Hose next the Rose neer Houlbourn Bridge, [London] : [1660-1675] Caption title. Signed at end: W. P. Attributed to Walter Pope. Cf. Wing (2nd ed.). Imprint from colophon. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Imperfect: broadside has faded print. Reproduction of original in: Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The musical shepeherdess, or, Dorinda's lamentation for the loss of Amintas. Amintas all Arcadia's glory was, a youth so sweet that all he did surpass Pope, Walter, 1660 2 998 8 0 0 0 0 0 80.16 D The rate of 80.16 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2010-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2010-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-12 Sampled and proofread 2010-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The musical Shepeherdess , or , Dorinda's lamentation for the loss of Amintas . Amintas all Arcadia's Glory was , A Youth so sweet that all he did surpass . But Times all mowing Sith this flower did cut , Fate to his days hath the last period put : For musick , and for singing , who but he , Was fit to help the Gods with harmony ? His fair Dorinda , seeing he was gone , And she poor mournful Damsel left alone , Invokes the Nymphs to sing his praise , Whilst she a Garland weaves , then ends her days , Resolving not to stay behind her Love , She being deny'd him here , mounts above . To a pleasant New Tune , called , Amintas farewel : or , Digbys farewel .

ADieu to the Pleasures and follies of Love , For a passion more noble my fancy doth move , My Shepherd is dead and I live to proclaim , The sorrowful notes of Amintas his name , The Wood-Nymphs reply when they hear me complain Thou never shalt see thy Amintas again , For death hath befriended him , Fate hath defended him , None , none , alive is so happy a Swain . You Shepherds and Nymphs that have danc'd to his lays Come help me to sing forth Amintas his praise , No Swain for the mirtle durst with him dispute , So sweet were his notes whilst he sung to his Lute , Then come to his Grave and your kindness pursue , To weave him a Garland of Cypress and Yew , For life hath forsaken him , Death hath o're ▪ taken him , No Swai● again will be ever so true . Then leave me alone to my wretched estate I lost him too soon , and I lov'd him too late , You ecchees and fountains my witnesses prove How deeply I sigh for the loss of my Love , And now of our Pan whom we chiefly adore This favour I never will cease to implore That now I may go above , And here enjoy my Love , And live more happy then ever before . But if that old God should my wishes deny . My Soul through the clouds to my dearest shall flye So swift that his Deity shall not restrain Me from the delights of so happy a Swain , 〈…〉 Petitions to Venus so fair . To secure my flight which I take in the air , Surely 〈◊〉 pitty take , And Lovers happy make , For she her self has been catcht in loves snare . How pleasantly did our blest time away creep , When Amintas and I did together keep Sheep , His musick and mine did so sweetly agree , When we sat in the vale under a shady tree , The pritty Lambs feeding did to us give ear , And the vainty young kids liv'd secure from fear , But now he is dead and gone , And I am left alone , In the Spring time of life he concluded the year . Now the flocks do lament that their pastor is fled , But I more am griev'd that Amintas is dead , They miss him all day , but I miss him at night , To them he gave safety , but to me sweet delight All day free from danger of ravenous beast , They fed securely , and at night took their rest , But I miss him night and day , Now he is fled away , His lips were to me a continual feast . You pritty kind Nymphs that have heard of his fame I beg your assistance to sound forth his name , B●t if there be any that my Shepheard ne'r knew , His 〈◊〉 i 'le draw and present to their view , Thou 〈◊〉 or half so lively the shaddow will be , Ye ▪ I 〈◊〉 t will be pleasant some part for to see . Apollos i 'le compel , To help me to draw it well , And what there is wanting shall be made up inme , His cheeks red and white being free from all paint , And his looks so divine you would think him a Saint , A language so free , and so pleasant a voice , That I thought my self blest when I made him my choice ▪ When he sung all the world did admire that song , All sorts for to hear him together did throng , His body strait and tall , VVith something best of all , VVhich shall be nameless for fear you should long ▪ His musick so sweet that it ravisht each Soul , All creatures that heard it his loss do condole , But I most of all do lament for my dear , VVho ne'r can enjoy my self whilst I live here , Two hearts once united by Loves lasting bands , Can ne'r be divided by deaths cruel hands ; though he be gone before , he has my heare in store , Hark , Hark , he calls , i ▪ le obey his commands ▪ I come , oh , I come , my Amintas , my love , My body i 'le leave here in this pleasant Grove , This little sharp knife to my heart I will send , To tell it 't is time to make ha●● to its friend ; Some kind Nymph will bury me when I am dead , And that my true soul to my Shepherd is fled ; Now all the world adieu , My dearest i 'le pursue , This Garland shall crown my Amintas his head . W. P. With Allowance .

Printed for I. Hose next the Rose neer Houlbourn ▪ Bridge .