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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42842	A poem, occasioned by the magnificent proceeding to the funeral of Her Late Majesty Queen Mary II of blessed memory from the Royal Palace of White-Hall, to the Collegiate Church at Westminster, the 5th of March 1694/5 / by P.G. ...	Gleane, Peter, Sir, 1672 or 3-1735?	1695 (1695)	Wing G848A; ESTC R21715	6,948	15

she did appear But Angels seldom long continue here See next Britannia's Mourning Genius go Veil'd like the Empress of the Shades below Those Shades where baffl'd Lovers Lives are spent For such the Grief is she does Represent Britannia and her Mistress lov'd so well To those extreames that neither could excell And tho' she has her dearest Queen surviv'd Yet not her Love for that 's as when she liv'd Only improv'd more capable to see And work the solid'st joys for her Posterity Yet Pensive Isle she must the loss deplore Maugre the Embryo Blessings laid in Store She has Indulg'd a Passion till 't is grown Too big for any Nature but her own Which should it pass th' Extream yet in no wise Could it commence a Monster or a Vice For as her loss no Bounds of Merit knew So her Resentments shall be boundless too Thus just Britannia mourns her Princess gone And shews her Gen'rous sense of Favours done Observe the Royal Funeral Pile erect The Glory of the Isle and Architect A Pile for her Repository made Wherein her stately Reliques must be laid Untill her Minion Prelate speaks her Praise And tells the grateful Story of her Days Tell how that Body which is here Repos'd How pliant 't was to th' Soul it once inclos'd How free her Temp'rament from evil Blood T' adulterate the Genuine streams of Good How Loyal all her Nat'ral Passions were And to her Reason did Allegiance bear And tho' the Mischiefs of a fallen State With various second causes did create Humours and Pains th' Artillery Fate Which unto all that humane Nature bear As necessary as their Beings are Tho' these in unrelenting Numbers came And quite demolish'd this Harmonious Frame Yet here their Efforts fell and flag'd behind And could not Raise a Tempest in her Mind Nor must Continued she this Pile detain Her for whose stay Britannia pray'd in vain There 's one stage more remains for her to go Down to the dark unwholsome Grave below But here the wat'ry symptoms Delug'd o're And her she sigh'd a thousand Passions more But e're said she this last Remove from hence Be made unto her final Residence Ages to come shall say 't was I that gave This early Caution to th' unthinking Grave Be sure unhospitable Grott be sure This once to keep a Royal Corps secure Condense your Pores ye Marbles let not pass Through them the subt'lests Attome of her Mass To be expos'd to common winds and hurl'd Like vulgar dust about the open World For know that Fate has nothing here to do Whilest our Palladium is secur'd by you For Dead she saves and nothing can destroy A liveless Image once preserved Troy From Her these Isles expect more safety far Then Scottish Kings from their Prophetick Chair Then let Her Rest nor let her Influence cease But Ages Chain'd to Ages flow in Peace Whilest late Posterity shall wonder more At her Posthumous Blessings than her Reign before Here ceas'd my Sapho and discharg'd her Muse Which I Retain'd as fitted to my use No Mercenary Hir'd to Echo forth The purchas'd Tale of any Mortals worth Fitter for Mourning than for sprightly Lays For Yew and Cypress than the springing Bays Thus sett she Sang. 'T is I said she that Sing the Fate of Kings And tell of mighty Actions mighty Things 'T is I that Garnish'd ev'ry Worthy's Herse With lasting Numbers never dying Verse 'T was I kept time with Fate in all its Turns And sprinkl'd Verses on the Roman Urnes The Great ones Statues I contriv'd at Rome And drew the Scheme of Mausolus's Tomb Of Ptolomy's Pyramides which now desie Tempests and all th' Artillery of the Skie Great Otto's Propht was Intomb'd by me At Mecca 't was for mighty Policy Nor left I out of my Display's of Fame The Roman Scythian Amazonian Dame I made Lucretia's wounded Image stand Grasping the bloody Dagger in her Hand At Tomyri's Foot I vanish'd Cyrus laid Devis'd her trampling on his bleeding Head And brave Semiramis with the noble Scar Which Rob'd an Infant to maintain a War Nor did I pay valour alone its Due But Goodness Piety and Learning too At Mother Athens how did I set forth With Motto'd Piles her Virtuoso's Worth How did I mourn the Fate of all her Sages And kept their names Intire in future Ages Nor was I unprepair'd their worth to tell Who at Pharsalia or at Cannae fell Oblivion never yet could wrest from me An Action worthy of Eternity But to these Isles I follow'd Caesar o're When Dead at Rome I Sang him Conquerour 'T was I inspir'd the Souldiery to Raise Prodigious Stone-hinge to Aurelius Praise Kept for the wonder of the last of Days And all the Monarch's since of Norman Line I had Intomb'd with Honour in one Shrine But that for Fate yet here at last I 'm come To score the noblest Honours on the noblest Tomb Honours yet unperform'd by me Honours which lapsed Age ne're did see Honours which have forestall'd Posterity 'T was I the Mistress of the works that drew The model of this Pile which does out-do The Architecture that Vetruvius knew And other Masters of those Orders All Which took their Names since Mighty Babels fall In short there 's nothing wanting in this Frame This Mausolaeum but a greater name One Stroke remains to make this awefull Scene Matchless as our Maria's Life has been When Heaven shall see its workmanship to stand So nicely Mimick'd by a mortal Hand That wondring Strangers at the Frame shall start And Doubt and Hope 't is Nature and not Art Whilest ev'ry Air and ev'ry Grace shall fall In due proportion with the Original I need no other Character to give No Motto to support and make it live No Rich Device to set the Statue forth And make 't Immortal as the Copy's worth No Panegyricks such as load the Dead And make the Hero 's Manes blush to red But bravely add this modest Stroke of Fame Since all Men knew that Comprehensive Name FUI MARIA