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