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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	day_n	great_a	see_v	4,001	5	3.3205	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51640	Musa præsica the London poem, or, An humble oblation on the sacred tomb of our Late Gracious Monarch King Charles the II, of ever Blessed and Eternal Memory / by a loyal apprentice of the honourable city of London.	Loyal apprentice of the honourable city of London.	1685 (1685)	Wing M3129; ESTC R23131	8,791	18

Thou calm'dst th' unruly Boisterous Seas And prophesi'd us Halsion days And show'd us all behind Tranquillity and Ease Great Monarch no we 'l nere forget the day When thou our Moses leadst the happy way Thou leadst a moody murmuring Crew The Crime in them was great but not in you Thou like the mighty Patriarch view'd With pity the Impestuous multitude As mild as that great man as meek as good As easy to remit averse from blood And in the Breach to stem their ruin stood What did they want in all thy peaceful Reign Who su'd for Justice to thy Throne in vain Thus to repine thy sway and treacherously complain How ready thou to ease their clamorous griefs Thou only able to afford relief And as of old When angry Heav'n vow'd a revenge to take For the Rebellious Peoples sake Commision'd Numerous Deaths were scattered there Invenom'd Fates flew hissing throw the air Their Blasting Breaths throw every member hast The suffering crow'd sink down and groan their last Some to their pittying Captain fly He points and then the sacred pile they Eye They saw and soon a Miracle was shown Great as the Judgement usher'd in before Their pangs and Dying Agonies were gone And coming ease renewing health restores So to thy Throne thy injur'd Subjects crow'd Thy willing Ear to their complaint is bow'd They find an easy and a quick redress Thee ev'ry Tongue in ev'ry age will bless And all suceeding Times shall tell Of each repeated Miracle In thy Illustrous Chronicle David nere struggl'd more to Conquer Fate Nor suffer'd more from murmuring Rebels Hate VVeighty as his was thy too rigid doom And thou as bravely didst them overcome Indulgent Heav'n did either Cause espouse And scattered all the fury of your Foes Throw arms and noisie wars conducted on From Exile to ascend a peaceful Throne VVe saw Great Soveraign at thy happy Birth A Taper shining to the wondring Earth The Omen kindl'd on that glorious day Shone with a bright Meridian Ray Thy Great begetter saw the same He saw and blest the Rival flame VVhilst the surpriz'd admiring crow'd To thee and to thy Genius bow'd VVith Acclamations shouting by And clapping with prophetick Joy Ah! why cou'd not the partial Star dispence A more benigne Calmer Influence VVhy did it dart so little pleasure down Dasht with a sad 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 So when the Great Messias came He 's usher'd with a Radiant flame But ah the glittering Omen cou'd relate No happier tidings of a future fate It prov'd the mournful prodigy Of that Created Deity The Praelude to his coming Misery VVe saw in thy first blooming Age VVhat e're cou'd all our hopes engage All that cou'd sute the Glory of thy name The basis for a nobler frame Seeds in thy princely bosom strove Compos'd of Virtue and of softer Love So e're succeeding times began Or this vast structure for the Creature man The richer beings in Oblivion lay Till the Eternal gave the word They with united force accord And show their mighty pow'r show a glorious day Still as thy riper Years go on Thy Soul seems fitter for a Throne Those Beams which were but shadow'd there Now in compleated Luster do appear In thee each virtue had its room And every grace was to perfection come Now fit the mighty state to sway Born to Command and others pleas'd to obey Thy darling Country saw thee in thy princely prime They saw and blest the happy time And with a joyful bodeing smile Own'd thee the great Palladium of the Isle Mankinds Delight and Heav'ns care Both in thy Royal Person share Ye pow'rs why did ye not remove Impending sorrow from the man ye Love Why did ye crow'd so many perils on To check his passage to the Crown Throw arms and blood ye pointed out the Day And at the dreadful Goal the Empire lay We saw with what a bravery of Soul Thou threatning danger didst control Resolv'd and how unmov'd thou didst appear Untaught the little vulgar vice to fear The Dread of Death could never make thee yield Nor all the Terrors of an armed field Bold in extreams was thy great courage shown Where fortune call'd still rushing on Yet with pathetick grief thou view'd The madness of the ungovern'd multitude Fierce to their woful ruin bent To shake and batter down the Government Thy Country bleeding by thy pittying side Oft did thy Sympathetick breast divide For every conquest which your arms did gain Still added to the general pain Still ting'd with native gore the purpl'd Cross The Victor Triumph't in the Kingdoms Loss But now the Tragick Scene begins The woful Tryal is disclos'd within With what regret did thy unwilling Eyes View thy great Fathers Sacrifice That Spirit that fate cou'd never bow Bow'd at that bold presumptuous blow Thou sigh'd at the unnatural doom And with excess of Sorrow was struck dumb But here we 'l let the Curtain down And scan thy vast proportion'd misery by our own Thus Heav'n permitted this Good King to fall An Expiation to attone for all He fell the sacred Martyr of his Reign And acted his great Saviours Passion o're again Go dying Prince to higher Empires go But yet Respect thy Royal Pledge below Thy Guardian Angel send him down T' attend his Progress to the Crown Oh! Let a double portion on him fall And he exceed his great Original It s done and every God look't down from thence They pittying saw and lov'd the suffring Prince Yea ev'ry petty Deity 's concern'd And for th' afflicted Soveraign yern'd They saw how the confused Kingdom lay To the devouring Sword a wounded prey With monstrous Crimes polluted o're Stain'd with a Royal Martyrs Gore And God-like CHARLES must the relapse restore It s he the Soveraign Balsam must apply With the return of Banisht Majesty They lead the Royal Off-spring on To fill his great Fore-Fathers Throne In spite of all that Hell cou'd do And the Religious Rebels too And shew their mighty pow'r on things below See where the drooping Monarch lies Ev'n drown'd with deluges of Sighs Not for the great Miscarriage of his own But that his Fathers Fortune 's gone That his Majestick Soul was took away To Sacrilegious Hands a prey When lo an awful shade appears And whisper'd in his listning Ear ' Arise dejected Prince arise ' See where thy beckening Fortune flies ' Scorn all their little rage and hate ' And triumph o're opposing Fate ' Where Fame and Glory call begone ' Revenge revenge and mount the Throne The signal strait the Sighing Prince receiv'd He heard and with an Ominous Joy believ'd He saw in what extreams his Fortune lay His Valour must direct and cut the way Dull easie sloth cou'd nere retrieve his Fate He must o'recome or sink beneath the State Alas what cou'd his pittying Tears avail To flying Fate there 's no repeal His helpless Eyes cou'd do no more Nor his revolted Cause restore Tears but a weak Redemption