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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	breath_n	die_v	life_n	4,005	5	4.5802	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36620	Eleonora a panegyrical poem dedicated to the memory of the late Countess of Abingdon / written by Mr. Dryden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1692 (1692)	Wing D2270; ESTC R1595	9,547	33

Kings in Progress are Still in their own though from the Pallace far Thus her Friend's Heart her Country Dwelling was A sweet Retirement to a courser place Where Pomp and Ceremonies enter'd not Where Greatness was shut out and Buis'ness well forgot This is th' imperfect draught but short as far As the true height and bigness of a Star Exceeds the Measures of th' Astronomer She shines above we know but in what place How near the Throne and Heav'ns Imperial Face By our weak Opticks is but vainly ghest Distance and Altitude conceal the rest Tho all these rare Endowments of the Mind Were in a narrow space of life confin'd The Figure was with full Perfection crown'd Though not so large an Orb as truly round As when in glory through the publick place The Spoils of conquer'd Nations were to pass And but one Day for Tiumph was allow'd The Consul was constrain'd his Pomp to crowd And so the swift Procession hurry'd on That all though not distinctly might be shown So in the straiten'd bounds of life confin'd She gave but glimpses of her glorious Mind And multitudes of Vertues pass'd along Each pressing foremost in the mighty throng Ambitious to be seen and then make room For greater Multitudes that were to come Yet unemploy'd no Minute slipt away Moments were precious in so short a stay The haste of Heav'n to have her was so great That some were single Acts though each compleat But ev'ry Act stood ready to repeat Her fellow Saints with busie care will look For her blest Name in Fate 's eternal Book And pleas'd to be outdone with joy will see Numberless Vertues endless Charity But more will wonder at so short an Age To find a Blank beyond the thirti'th Page And with a pious fear begin to doubt The Piece imperfect and the rest torn out But 't was her Saviour's time and cou'd there be A Copy near th' Original 't was she As precious Gums are not for lasting fire They but perfume the Temple and expire So was she soon exhal'd and vanish'd hence A short sweet Odour of a vast expence She vanish'd we can scarcely say she dy'd For but a Now did Heav'n and Earth divide She pass'd serenely with a single breath This Moment perfect health the next was death One sigh did her eternal Bliss assure So little Penance needs when Souls are almost pure As gentle Dreams our waking Thoughts pursue Or one Dream pass'd we slide into a new So close they follow such wild Order keep We think our selves awake and are asleep So softly death succeeded life in her She did but dream of Heav'n and she was there No Pains she suffer'd nor expir'd with Noise Her Soul was whisper'd out with God's still Voice As an old Friend is beckon'd to a Feast And treated like a long familiar Guest He took her as he found but found her so As one in hourly readiness to go Ev'n on that day in all her Trim prepar'd As early notice she from Heav'n had heard And some descending Courtier from above Had giv'n her timely warning to remove Or counsell'd her to dress the nuptial Room For on that Night the Bridegroom was to come He kept his hour and found her where she lay Cloath'd all in white the Liv'ry of the Day Scarce had she sinn'd in thought or word or act Unless Omissions were to pass for fact That hardly Death a Consequence cou'd draw To make her liable to Nature's Law And that she dy'd we only have to show The mortal part of her she left below The rest so smooth so suddenly she went Look'd like Translation through the Firmament Or like the fiery Carr on the third Errand sent O happy Soul if thou canst view from high Where thou art all Intelligence all Eye If looking up to God or down to us Thou find'st that any way be pervious Survey the ruines of thy House and see Thy widow'd and thy Orphan Family Look on thy tender Pledges left behind And if thou canst a vacant Minute find From Heav'nly Joys that Interval afford To thy sad Children and thy mourning Lord. See how they grieve mistaken in their love And shed a beam of Comfort from above Give 'em as much as mortal Eyes can bear A transient view of thy full glories there That they with mod'rate sorrow may sustain And mollifie their Losses in thy Gain Or else divide the grief for such thou wert That shou'd not all Relations bear a part It were enough to break a single heart Let this suffice Nor thou great Saint refuse This humble Tribute of no vulgar Muse Who not by Cares or Wants or Age deprest Stems a wild Deluge with a dauntless brest And dares to sing thy Praises in a Clime Where Vice triumphs and Vertue is a Crime Where ev'n to draw the Picture of thy Mind Is Satyr on the most of Humane Kind Take it while yet 't is Praise before my rage Unsafely just break loose on this bad Age So bad that thou thy self had'st no defence From Vice but barely by departing hence Be what and where thou art To wish thy place Were in the best Presumption more than grace Thy Reliques such thy Works of Mercy are Have in this Poem been my holy care As Earth thy Body keeps thy Soul the Sky So shall this Verse preserve thy Memory For thou shalt make it live because it sings of thee FINIS The ducti 〈…〉 〈…〉 Of her prudent Management Of her 〈…〉 ility Of her Piety Of her various Vertues Of her C●●jugal Vi●tues Of her 〈◊〉 to her C●●●dren 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 Her prepa-redness to dye She dy'd on Whitsunday night Apostrophe to her Soul Epiphonema or close of the Poem