%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Strange Apparition: / OR, / The second Meeting of two self-murthering Lovers. / Phillis and Phillander. / Mistaken Phillis Kill'd her self, / thinking Philander Slain; / Philander quickly followed her, / and now they'r met again. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1681 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/14/2011 30881

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R229009 2 UNKNOWN Oh Cruel bloody Fate Ah Cruel Bloody Fate Oh Cruel Bloody Fate Sitting beneath the Shade, / of the Mirtle blooming Tree, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 6 A Strange Apparition: / OR, / The second Meeting of two self-murthering Lovers. / Phillis and Phillander. / Mistaken Phillis Kill'd her self, / thinking Philander Slain; / Philander quickly followed her, / and now they'r met again. 1681-1681 Jo. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger

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Sitting beneath the Shade, of the Mirtle blooming Tree, My self to Recreate, a Noise surprized me: Such pleasant Musick I did hear, the world were strangers too, with Notes so sweet, I ner could meet, no mortal ever knew.
I harkened to his Charms, and gave attentive ear, I then could fear no harm, each minute cost a tear From my poor eyes, & then such groans as ecchod through the Air, with sighs so sad, said she Im glad, far worse then with Dispair.
Ah my Philander dear, I never more shall see, What, have I left thee here: who fled from hence for thee? & through the shades I went to search for thee my hearts Delight, but now I fear, I left thee here, Im come for thother sight. The world ile compass quite, Philander for to find, Since I have took this flight, to ease my troubled mind: Ile search each corner of the World, and wander through the Air, since it is so, hes not below, ile seek to find him there. My Spirit cannot rest, til him again I find, He thinks I dye in jest, else would not be unkind: But had he seen my desperate wound, made with a willing stroak, hed then confess in bitterness, dispair did it provoke. Like a true lover then, he would have followed me, And overtook agen, my Spirit that did flee: But since he is not yet come there, where I did him expect, I cannot stay, but must away you powers my course derect. Just as she fled away, this sound I then did hear, My lovely phillis stay, philanders drawing near:
The Musick then began agen, so pleasant to my ear, I stood amazd, about me gazd, and saw their meeting there. And in each Lovers brest, I did perceive a Wound, My Soul was then opprest, and I was like to swound: She opens then her bloody arms, and him she caught between, I chid mine eyes, for telling Lyes, and thought it was a dream. Philander art thou come? did Phillis Spirit say, Now to Elizium, with joy lets haste away, Ah Phillis, twas thy great mistake, causd thee to pierce thy brest, which when I found, mine I did wound, with sorrow then opprest. But since were met again, we never more shall part, To grieve now is in vain, were now beyond all smart: In folded arms they fled away, with such a Harmony, no mortal ere, did ever hear, but I that was thereby. They posted to the shade, which Lovers entertain, These joys are great, they said, that we should meet again: Were we to live on earth again, such joys we could not find, as the sweet shade, For Lovers made, who never provd unkind.
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