The last time I came o'er the moor. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B25658 of text R229214 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. 2KB 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 B25658 Wing L507B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[53] ESTC R229214 ocm99888243

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Love -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The last time I came o'er the moor. . n/a 1670 1 295 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-05 Sampled and proofread 2014-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The last Time I came o'er the Moor . THe last Time I came o'er the Moor , I left my Love behind me ; Ye Powers what Pains do I endure , When soft Idea's mind me ? Soon as the ruddy Morn display'd The beaming Day ensuing , I met betimes my lovely Maid , In fit Retreats for Wooing . Beneath the cooling Shades we lay , Gazing and chastly sporting , We kiss'd and pass'd the Time away , Till Night spread her black Courtain ; I pitied all beneath the Skies , E'en Kings , when she was nigh me , In Raptures I beheld her Eyes , Which could but ill deny me . Should I be call'd where Cannons roar , Where mortal Steel may wound me , Or cast upon some distant Shore , Where Dangers may surround me ; Yet Hopes again to see my Love , And feast on glowing Kisses , Shall make my Cares at Distance move , In Prospect of such Blesses . In all my Soul there 's not one Place To let a Rival enter ; Since she outshines in every Grace , In her my Love shall center : Sooner the Sea shall cease to flow , Its Waves the Alps shall cover , On Greenland Ice shall Roses grow , Before I cease to love her . The next Time I go o'er the Moor , She shall a Lover find me ; And that my Faith is firm and sure , Tho I left her behind me : Then Hymen's sacred Band shall chain My Heart to her fair Bosom , And while my Being doth remain , My Love more fresh shall blossom .
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