Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	blood_n	flesh_n	life_n	5,065	5	4.5365	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51366	A poem to the Queen, upon the King's victory in Ireland, and his voyage to Holland	Morgan, Matthew, 1652-1703.	1691 (1691)	Wing M2735; ESTC R20095	25,835	45

The ancient Nomades were these Rapperies The Sun doth Vapors from their Swamps exhale But still their weight doth o're his Beams prevail Too heavy for his Chariot to bear He 's forc'd to drop them in the Atmosphere With their moist Fleeces it is always full And this Baeotian Air doth make them dull So that betwixt two constant Plagues they move Morasse below and weeping Clouds above To pierce the dark Retreats where they did lurk Before was Labour 't was the mighty Work A kind protecting Shrub they shrunk behind 'T was easier to Conquer them than to find Nay on the Surface they were rarely found They liv'd like Troglodites all under-ground To kill them scarce a Triumph doth afford Ignoble Blood pollutes the Victor's Sword So great Aemilius Perseus did despise And when he Kneel'd in scorn he bid him rise With too much ease he did the Glory reap His Baseness made the Victory too cheap The knotty Oak is worthy of the Wedge The passive Willow only dulls the Edge Now paint two fierce Competitors for Fame Vers'd in the Sleights of this inhumane Game If thy ingenious Art can fix a Sound Eccho which doth in hollow Vaults rebound Draw the Upbraidings which they first do throw And them they urge with a Reprisal-blow The velitary Skirmish is with Words But the Triarian Weapons are their Swords The Knot is cut which could not be unty'd The Rivals fall by one another's side He doth himself with his Revenge confound Stabs but his Purple Soul leaves in the Wound That and the Body are at mutual strife When Death approacheth the Frontiers of Life How to elude its Force it cannot tell It must evacuate the Cittadel Death takes possession of the batter'd place Slights all the Lines and doth the Works deface Martial Encounters they are glad to see Disease is an unequal Enemy Tho' this thro' all the Field did strike a damp It was a Charnel-house and not a Camp Here he his Court like Eastern Monarchs keeps He Triumphs in the midst of slaughter'd Heaps Old Masinissa in a Rage doth cry Let my brave Souldiers Fight before they Dye No Mortal yet that Skeleton withstood Nothing can Conquer them that 's Flesh and Blood He scarce from Execrations can refrain Demands of Death his Legions back again Their Veins did with distemper'd Pulses beat Blood that was kindled with the Summer's heat Now in the streightned Passages it swells Like to proud Monks within their narrow Cells Is clog'd with Heterogeneous Particles They like a Friend do not a Visit make But like rude Tartars do Free-quarter take For there they fix a riotous Abode The stream of Life with forreign Mixtures load Upon it they do violent Torments lay And force it with themselves to come away Now like Autumnal Wine it doth ferment But its Impurities not having vent Unto the sharp Intestines they are sent There thro' the Arteries they find open Dores Whilst the dull Air doth Constipate the Pores Tortion the Nervous Fibres doth molest The Carneous with Convulsive throws opprest These racking Pains the Patient waking keep And all their Opiates can't procure him Sleep In vain their Stiptick Remedies they put They can't the Mouths of gaping Vessels shut His Spirits quite decay'd he weltring lies And when the Blood is all drain'd out he Dies Now the Clinquant and well-drest Volunteer Wisheth for Armour and begins to fear Death is a frightful Spectacle when near He scorns to fight for Mercenary pay But gratis comes to throw his Life away He is distinguish'd by his gawdy Plumes His Fortune all in Equipage consumes And the Pursuers trace him by Perfumes They at his Face their murd'ring Piles do hurl They storm his Locks and put them out of Curl A Crimson Wound into his Bosome flies And pierceth deeper than Corinna's Eyes Nay in Ritratto her it doth deface It breaks her Image in a Chrystal Case With Lockets of her Chesnut-hair 't is set But for her Lover a weak Amulet For against Fate it can't his Breast defend In Death we are forsaken by our Friend This doth so fast unto the Fortress climb To write a Billet doux he hath not time With his last Sigh he doth invoke her Name And now is Martyr'd in a fiercer Flame Before he only had a modish Blot But now he is all o're a Powder-spot The Palpitations of his Heart doth quell Ah Lycidas Poor Lycidas thus fell Shomberg doth now his ancient Prowess show His Courage stagnated begins to flow He prodigal of Wounds doth now repay With Usury his Phlegmatick delay So Hannibal did the Cunctator dread He like a Tempest hover'd o're his Head He always did suspect that hanging Shower Would fall at last and like a Torrent pour Altho' it look'd so quiet on the Hill It did the Fields with Inundations fill He in the World had tarried now so late He seem'd indulg'd as an exempt of Fate His reverend Hairs the Assassines should surprise As they were daunted once with Marius Eyes In those black Orbs Intelligences rowl They are the polisht Mirrors of the Soul The Gauls in their Pursuits relentless are And Age their Ancestors did never spare That they the Gates were enter'd when they heard The Senate to the Capitol repair'd And there like Romans did expect their Fate They sate like Gods and they would dye in State But they were worry'd by a savage Herd And the rude Souldier pluckt the Conscript Beard They all things had of Age but panick Fears In them were ruin'd Centuries of Years Against Posterity it was a Crime To kill these living Registers of Time Brennus sack'd Rome with more than barbarous Rage He was the cruel Boufflers of his Age Boufflers His Birth strange Prodigies did attend The Mischiefs he should act they did portend He hath fulfill'd all his foreboding Stars With Murthers Rapines and Piratick Wars With Fire and Sword whole Provinces he clears He 's fann'd with Sighs and swims in Orphans Tears A Mormoe to the Cradle is become Strangling a future World too in the Womb In dread of him the trembling Infant grows And Mothers Curse him with abortive throws Dying he will not for his Vengeance call And have the World's accompany his Fall Heaven mixt with Earth the Monster might survive But he will see it Ruin'd whilst alive They to the Work the Instrument did suit Their bloody Edicts fit to execute For thither savage Men their Course direct And them they do Employ or else Protect The proud Tarquinius was expell'd from Rome The place where now Apostate Princes come And here a Convert lately did reside And to the grief of all her Minions Dy'd A train of Favourites did to her belong Cherish'd the Learned but much more the Strong She to indulge her Passions hither came When her cold Country could not quench her flame Fresh Conquests over Italy did obtain She brought her Goths and Vandals there again Those formerly did like a Tempest spread But these were soft and more