Fair Flora's departure; or, Summer's pride abated. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B22750 of text R224952 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 4KB 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 B22799 Wing F95A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[55] ocm99888245

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Seasons -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Fair Flora's departure; or, Summer's pride abated. . n/a 1680 1 675 2 0 0 0 0 0 29.63 C The rate of 29.63 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-03 Sampled and proofread 2014-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Fair Flora's Departure ; OR Summer's Pride abated . FAIR FLORA , beautiful and gay , to winter now gives room , Who strip'd her of her rich array , made of the finest oom : He with his icy beard came in , and looking her upon , To treat her thus he did begin , Proud FLORA now begone : Here hast thou reign'd six months or more , in all thy gaudy pride , ' Im come to summon thee therefore , to lay thy pomp aside ; Your flowers that did bloom and blow , shall weather and decline , For in a word I tell thee plain , the fields and groves are mine ▪ But FLORA , loth to leave the stream , in which she took delight , And banish'd be from summer's beams , but slowly took her flight . What must I leave these groves , said she , that I have deck'd so fine , With spreading bows on every tree , how can'st thou call them thine ? Why must I leave the charming notes of birds , that woody choir , Who warble from their tuneful throats what notes I do require O stay a while cold Winter , till those pleasures all decline , And when the floods and rivers fill , my power I 'll resign . Go , proud FLORA , post away , make haste , and hence begone , Believe me now what I do say , the floods are coming on ; Ill freeze those pretty purling streams , which by thee us'd to glide , And wither all the lovely things , that puff thee up with pride ▪ O'd Winter , with thy icy beard , be not so harsh to me ; For thou shalt never here take place , while leaves are on a tree , For I 'm a charming beauty bright , adorn'd with flowers fine ; My company is more esteem'd ten thousand times then thine Is this a time to baffle me , now coming into power ? I 'll blast what does belong to thee , and all thy joys devour : Thy groves and gardens far and near shall look as tho' they die , Thou , in thy turn , didst domineer so FLORA now will I. I 'll take possion of thy bowers , in which thou didst remain ; Ill make them swim with floating showers , and mighty storms of rain : On thy fair hills and valleys green , so lovely to behold , There shall be nothing felt or seen , but fogs and freezing cold I 'll freeze the north-side of the pole , with all my force and might , Thy groves and gardens I 'll disrobe , and leave them naked quie ; Instead of fruit that us'd to grow on loaded vines and trees , I 'l bring vast rocks of ice and snow , and all thy banks will freeze Old Winter never threaten so , I tell thee once again Tho' for a while I hence must go , when 't is my turn to reign ; I 'll thaw the gsprings that thou dost freeze , adorn and beautify My gardens oay , and groves and trees , and make thee glad to fly I know if thou could have thy will , always to rule and reign : The fruitful earth would barren grow , and give no sort of grain , No sweet fruits would ever grow , that might men's palates please ; This is the cause all envy I thee , for such like tricks as these . I know fair FLORA , thou art better far belov'd than I : To speak the truth , 't is thy desert , therefore I must comply , Yet you must give me leave some time in power to remain , Next spring you shall return and smile upon the flowery plain