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A poem dedicated to the memory, and lamenting the death of Her late Sacred Majesty of the small-pox by Mr. Glanvill.
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Glanvill, John, 1664?-1735.
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1695
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A POEM DEDICATED To the Memory And Lamenting the DEATH OF HER Late Sacred Majesty OF THE SMALL-POX By Mr. GLANVILL of Lincolns-Inn Et Tumulum facite Tumulo superaddite Carmen Virg. Ecgl. 5. LONDON Printed for John Newton at the Three Pigeons against the Inner-Temple-Gate in Fleet-street 1695. Advertisement THE Author of the following Poem as he has been in the Country ever since before Her Majesty's Death and is but just come to Town so he was not willing to trust it to the Press without his being upon the Place to supervise it well knowing how Frequent and how Fatal the Mistakes are in such Cases especially in Things of Verse This may serve as an Excuse for its not Appearing sooner if any Excuse be needfull of which he is not satisfied The Addresses go on and why may not the Poetical Condoleance It does Every Week produces some little Thing or other on the Subject The Firing continues tho' somewhat fainter than at first and he hopes he may have the Liberty of Coming in tho' at the latter End and shooting off his Pistol as well as the rest The Cause in Hand is so weighty and withall so various that there cannot well be too many Concern'd in it And who knows but a latter Counsel may hit upon something that has never been said yet In short if the Poem be Good he cannot think it is yet too late if it be Ill And of that indeed there is great Danger then he is sure it comes out too soon A POEM Dedicated to the MEMORY AND Lamenting the DEATH OF HER Late SACRED MAJESTY c. SO Orange fell so Gloucester went before And She succeeds to make thy Triumph more Tyrant-Disease that may'st with rude success Boast now the Deaths of half a Royal Race In Blood in Youth in Worth in Fate ally'd Lov'd They all liv'd and all Lamented dy'd But Oh! the Queen and Oh! Her Herse the most As more the Kingdom and as more She lost Torn by Her rigid and severer Fate Not from dull Hopes or from inferior State From Crowns possess'd and from Imperial Sway Of willing Nations begging to Obey That with Great Nassau's sought her soft Command And thought their Scepters grac'd by such a Hand Ravish'd she went from still increasing Power From tasted Triumphs and from Hopes of more As when of old in some Religious Wood A towring Oak that Soveraignly stood Mounting Majestick and Sublime above The rest the Sacred Queen of all the Grove Down Thunder-struck from all her Honours cast While branching yet They had an Age to last Fell a vast Ruin on the Wounded Plain Her the Bards mourn'd Her every Anxious Swain That faithfull there once glad Devotion paid And sate with Joy beneath her gratefull Shade Concern'd for Her and Her Deploring more Than all tho' noble They that fell before Griev'd to reflect as they beheld her lye How her tall Arms but now possess'd the Sky Tax'd Jove himself that his Imperial Tree Shou'd not secure from his own Thunder be Nor less do we th'ador'd Maria's Fall Too hard too cruel and untimely Call Dare for Her sake ill-reverenc'd Heav'n accuse Ask why such Victims Death has leave to Chuse Say Tyrants live and living Them we mourn That they grow Old who ne'er shou'd have been Born While those whom Vertue renders Gods below Whom we like Gods cou'd wish Immortal too Forsake our Hopes and leave vain Years behind Defrauded of the Blessings They design'd Not every-where is Nature thus severe The needfull Sun that from his beamy Sphere Cheers the glad World a lasting State maintains A thousand Ages past yet still He Reigns But Fatal Comets whose Portentous Flame Does Wars and Waste and every Ill proclaim Like Meteors pass their balefull Glories dye And They to better Stars resign the Sky These are the Murm'rings of the Loyal Train Whilst unconcern'd not Foes themselves remain They lend for who so savage to Forbear A Sigh of Pity to the Young and Fair The Beauty give what they refuse the Queen Who must have dy'd unwept have dy'd unseen But above all is the sad Poet's Woe He grieves as Subject and as Poet too He saw Her young and hop'd to sing Her long A shining Part in each Triumphant Song Which with Nassau's Her Trophies shou'd record And love the Eyes to equal to the Sword Fond Bard No more shall he the happy Birth-day sing Which gave new Pleasure to the welcome Spring No more for Her th' illustrious Day shall greet Which lay'd a prostrate Empire at Her Feet Promise the World Prophetical in vain Long future Joys in an united Reign Only while Pious to attend Her Herse He brings the Mournfull Offering of his Verse Her Fate Condoling the just Grief to raise Once this last Time he celebrates Her Praise Tells Wonders of Her Face and of Her Mind How bright the Form and bright the Reason shin'd How lovely Looks and a Majestick Mien Gave Her all Beauty's Title to be Queen How when She spoke all thought it Heav'n to hear Bless'd the soft Voice and found the Goddess there How She rais'd high as high a Pattern show'd Of generous Vertue set the Noble Mode With kind Indulgence waiting on Her Power So doing Good as wanting to do more With free Humility that Growh'd Her State A brave descending which exalts the Great There Haughty Nymphs who in a meaner Sphere Proud of their Height or of their Lustre were Reproach'd familiar Majesty to view Such Matchless Beauty and so Prideless too From conscious Shame a happy Cure did gain Dismiss'd their Scorn and durst no more be Vain He adds the Calm sereneness of Her Mind Like Aether rais'd above the Clouds and Wind Her Charms still sweetning with Perpetual Grace A Spring of Joy immortal in Her Face He adds the Modesty in Courts so rare Which Praise so well-deserv'd so ill cou'd bear The Love she to the Happy Consort bore More Worth than all the Crowns or Bays he wore Nor He the Clemency forgets nor He The Faith nor He the well-known Piety All All he tells Her every Praise imparts Of vacant Hours shows the Palladian Arts Describes the Nation copying from the Court Work made a Fashion and become a Sport Whilst with no Dame no Moments idly Fell Spent all through very Affectation well But then he Mounts aloft to Greater Things Of Rule of Conduct and of Courage sings Of gathering Faction silently suppress'd And unfear'd Dangers that appear'd and ceas'd How when the King the threatned World wou'd shield And fled the Court impatient for the Field His absent Charge She emulous did sustain He went to Conquer and She staid to Reign To Reign to Guard to War to Vanquish too This Gallick Shores and humbled Louis knew His flying Ships that sham'd their haughty Names And Royal Suns that perish'd in her Flames So the Athenian Progeny of Jove Tho' She the mild and peacefull Olive love The Skilfull Goddess of each gentler Art Yet shakes the Spear and knows a Martial Part Troy fled her Arms and help'd by her to Dare Did bold Tydides Wound the God of War Who dares Her Honours impiously Blaspheme Or with Ambition tax the Faultless Dame By every generous Winter better taught To right Her Vertue and correct his Fault O how we lov'd that gratefull Season come That brought the Lord of all our Wishes home To see the Charming Regent cover'd o'er With justest Glory for well-manag'd Power Fly all in Joy to yield up a Command Which pleas'd Her best when in His dearer Hand Then loud Applause proclaim'd the Heroine 'T is easier far to Reign than to resign Not thus th' Assyrian Queen when Regnant made Advanc'd to Rule th' Advancer she betray'd By Guilt and Crimes too pleasing Power maintain'd The Husband Dy'd and the Wife impious Reign'd She knew to Govern while Maria knew To Govern and how not to Govern too Fair Cynthia so when Phoebus does retire Carrying to other Lands his powerfull Fire Then rules Supreme and with a Soveraign Ray Gives the forsaken World another Day Reigns o'er the Waves and makes Her self to be Confess'd the mighty Empress of the Sea But when again his Beams He does restore She silent yields and willing shines no more Shares still the Heav'n and with an Equal Right But leaves the God alone to give the Light Thus while He sings fresh Glory does appear But Glory this that cost the World too dear Glory the Poet cou'd be glad to hide Sighing he has to tell how Great she Dy'd How when by sure Presage the Fate was known Then She was Dauntless and then She alone Not then Her Hero knew to be unmov'd He shrunk and learn'd to fear for Her he lov'd So trembled Mars with him all Heav'n agreed To see the Queen of Love and Beauty bleed On whose indulgent and diviner Breast The slumbring Souldier us'd so pleas'd to rest Where peacefull Moments he did well improve Relieving Toils of War with Joys of Love But Oh! when Life gave the vain Struggle o'er And She th' Illustrious She was now no more Then the Muse spreads new Horror o'er the place A wild Confusion paints in every Face Makes Nature mourn whilst each astonish'd Flood Forgot to flow and dull and stupid stood With chilling Grief the shivering Earth does bind And makes Air sigh in every Murmuring Wind. But Oh! what Numbers shall be found what Verse The Royal Lover's Anguish to reherse He bends He sinks He falls beneath the Weight Threatning the World with yet a greater Fate Then only then Thoughtless the Court of Her Their Sorrow found suspended in their Fear While Sense while Life from the Great Mourner flies And lost and silent He not Grieves but Dyes And last as Art compell'd him to revive Implor'd and begg'd He wou'd endure to Live He Grants but still expostulating why The Business of the World gave Him not leave to Dye O Boast O Honour O unequall'd Fame O happy Shade and never-dying Name What Charms what Vertues must be Hers to move That Heart to such a Grief and such a Love Here Poets here use all your nicest Art Dwell on the tender and important Part This Scene alone Maria's Fame shall raise Draw well this Passion and there needs no Praise FINIS * Semiramis