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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	father_n	love_n	son_n	2,602	5	5.6520	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03591	Gemitus & triumphus. A dream. Upon the much lamented death of William late Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. / By Peter Gleane, gent.	Gleane, Peter, Sir, 1672 or 3-1735?	1693 (1693)	Wing G848AA; ESTC R177430	3,093	2

GEMITUS TRIUMPHUS A Dream Upon the much lamented Death of WILLIAM late Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY By Peter Gleane Gent. LAte as I lay with surging Cares opprest The rude Invaders of my placid Rest I begg'd an Interval but to retire To Fuel up my languid vital Fire But stubborn Care reluctant Care denies Rest to my Soul and Slumber to my Eyes At last when quite fatigued I stole away Nor could this noisy Tumult make me stay 'T is true it kept my grosser Shell of Clay But the immortal Watcher of that Frame Always awake always the same Was swiftly towring on the rapid Wing Of soom good Daemon some celestial Thing Such as those airy Emissaries be That with young Prophets talk in Extasie This airy Charioteer wasted me even Where good Mens Souls they say embarque for Heaven Where when my labouring Thoughts I could recount I found my self on th' top of Pisga's Mount Where looking round about as I did stand Pleas'd with the Landskip of the happy and I saw methought a Reverend Matron set Wearing the Symptoms of Disconsolate Yet still comply'd with her sinister Fate Not once she utter'd a reluctant moan Yet I observ'd she in a modest Tone More than once repeated He is gone Yet with that Constancy that humble Sense She never once betray'd her Patience The whilst a wat'ry Deluge drowns my Eyes Whilst my relenting Soul did sympathise My Pity equal to her Grief did rise Zealous to know and ease her Miseries And whilst my anxious Thoughts were thus employ'd With elevated Hands and Eyes she cry'd Eripe heu miseram another Word She added which could not be understood By me who all this while stood ignorant Of the mysteriousness of this Complaint Conscious at last that I should seem to be Lost in the Practice of Humanity And by a slow supine omission Sin I resolutely threatned to begin To ask the Cause of all these Signs of Grief The better to proportion some Relief Then trembling I approach'd so as we see Strangers address themselves to Majesty And stooping too one Knee because I knew That Posture to her Reverence was due Lady says I If this unbyass'd Breast May be with so Divine a Secret blest Suspend your Grief a while and let me know From what black Radix all this Sorrow grow Undraw the Tragick Curtain of your woe Let me in your Calamities pertake That which makes you sad may me happy make And to th' Unfortunate it is we know Comfort to have Confederates in woe So 't will me happy make if I may be An Instrument to ease your Misery And sure if in my Sphere it lies I 'le do 't I 'le ransack every dark Recess throughout But that I 'le find the hidden Mischief out And then But here she stopt me Silence brake And very Gravely like her self she spake Enough tender young Man enough I see A Specimen of Christian Love in thee Wipe off those useless Tears my Loss is by An indispensable Necessity Therefore your Consolations pray retain They 're kind-indeed yet but to me in vain Yet here I think you only have betray'd How much your Love exceeds your Power to aid 'T was not young Man from any mortal Arm Or humane Violence my Sorrow came And therefore 't were Prophane for to believe That humane Powers are able to relieve Death is the Cause that Providential Rod That fatal Executioner of God He has bereav'd me of my Eldest Son Alas he 's gone wringing her hands he 's gone My Son my Father Friend or what can be Nearer in Love or Consanguinity For since my Lord and Husband spilt his Blood He has the surest and the firmest stood To all my Customs and Prerogatives Whilst I a Mute in helpless Widdow-hood And for my sake has undergone of late The heavy Censures of an angry State Yet he good patient he easily retir'd For 't was a Solitude that he desir'd I follow'd him there lovingly we sat Nor envy'd Monarchs in our safe retreat Though some I know vainly believ'd that I Had left him too in this Catastrophy Because that look'd like humane Constancy No there I left the Torrent ' cause before I ne're Allegiance to th' Custom swore No Scene of fresher Troubles did arise But I consorted in his Miseries When tied to th' last Confinement of his Bed With tender Palms I press'd his dying Head Watching the languid Motions of his Eyes As th' Indian does the Occidental Skies Though I was sure my setting Sun should rise Fetching a dying Sigh and that must be Not ' cause he left the Churlish World but me His Pious Soul thus glanced without strife Out of his Mouth that Sally-port of Life After I 'd seen him this last Tribute pay I kiss'd his frigid Lips and came away Leaving th' exhausted Magazine of Breath T' adorn the Triumphs of insulting Death And to this Mount my swift Courier did tend Where good Mens Genius's to Heaven ascend And here I wait assuredly to see Him on his Voyage to Eternity His thinner Substance stem the wat'ry Clouds Marching along in the Celestial Roads Till to the blest Empyreum But here she broke abruptly off and gaz'd About with Arms stretch out like one amaz'd I fearing some Alarm turn'd me round For now I heard a noise of Trumpets sound And vocal Acclamations from on high Which shook the Architecture of the Sky And still descending nearer unto us Grew more articulate and harmonious At last a Hurricane drew back a Cloud Which did before the Royal Prospect shroud When from behind appear'd a num'rous throng That to th' aetherial Mansions did belong Who in a Consort Io Poean sung Whilst the Seraphick Choristers throughout Their sweeter Hallelujahs echo out Some rode in Chariots wrapt in Fiery Gowns None but wore Coronets and some had Crowns Myriads of lesser Cherubs seem'd to sport Those little Out-guards of th' aetherial Court The Sun his busy Rays the while employs To guild the craggy Meteors of the Skies And all the new accomplish'd Scene to dress To entertain the now approaching Guest Whom in a Chariot then I chanc'd to spy Rising afar off in the low hung Sky As from the Ocean So in a Scallop rode The Azure Thetis with her marine God Yonder your Heroe comes Matron I cry'd See see he does in active Triumph ride Whilst his Retinue flies he drives in haste Nor ever furious Jehu drove so fast I spy'd on 's Chariot though with wonder smitten Vltra militiam triumphanti written At last the two Retinues did unite Shouting as when two Royal Armies meet I fear'd this loud Concussion I confess Had crackt the Machine of the Universe And heard a Voice shriller than all the rest In which three times distinctly was exprest Euge bone serve c. And then 't was Echo'd loudly by the rest So marching on they disappear'd streight And distance drew a Veil before my sight Sure with such Equipage ne're Consul came To make his pompous Ent'ry into Rome In such a Chariot ne're was Consul drove Up to the Roman Capitol of Jove Ne're with such pointed Glories did Romance Adorn the Nuptials of an earthly Prince And whilst my Thoughts with such Encomiums swell'd Thus spake the Matron Now you have beheld Young Man the glorious Triumphs of my Son You think I warrant all is past and gon No more illustrious Glories are to come What you have seen 's but the Preludium He that was late so servilely enstall'd Is now a Saint going to be enthrall'd He that an humble Captive did lie down Is rais'd a conqu'ring Hero in Renown He that But hold a sudden Exigence Of my confus'd Affairs does call me hence Farewell dear Saint dear Martyr and to you Pointing at me I bid no long Farewel And then away she flew Thus I awak'd in Sweat and Agony As 't fares with Men that are in exstasy At last my Sense return'd I stare upright And then resolv'd this raptur'd Dream to write And leaving the Confinement of my Bed I heard the Reverend Primate C. was dead With that I into new Convulsions fell For fear I should mistake the Parallel Though I was told before and partly knew All that I heard and seen to him was due But this is a new Theme too great for me Which none can Fathom ' cause there 's no degree In an indefinite Immensity On which so easy 't is much to improve And so impossible to say enough Which never can defin'd more truly be Than when we own the Impossibility And therefore all the Honour we can show him Is but a little part of what we owe him What can loquacious Zeal then more imply Since all Encomiums into silence dye Silence the properest Language I confess Wonder and Veneration to express FINIS