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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	call_v	dead_a	life_n	4,436	5	4.6305	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70131	The mourning swain a funeral eclogue [sic] humbly offer'd to the memory of the Right Honourable James Earl of Abingdon / written by Mr. Robert Gould ...	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1700 (1700)	Wing G1428; ESTC R2706	10,797	28

Pow'rs that rule above Permit this last best dearest Act of Love To Die and by that Test our Sorrows prove Must we be doom'd in Being to remain Renew'd to Grief and but preserv'd for Pain Ah! dear Menalcas what an ease 't wou'd be Cou'd we at Will shake off Mortality Cou'd with our Tears our Lives dissolving fall And Grief had long Oblivion at her call But 't will not be in worst Extreams as now The Soul wou'd rest in Death and Swoon's too go When strugling Nature gives us back to Woe Damon O fatal Sounds O endless Sourse of Moan And is indeed the brave Bertudor gone Alexis Did you e'er find unhappy News untrue He 's Dead and I shou'd now be Dying too Ah! what for us remains till Life is done But Wrongs Distresses Obliquy and Moan The Sheep must suffer when the Shepherd's gone Menalcas We all indeed the fatal Loss shall rue Heavy to Us but heavier yet to You You were acquainted with the Hero Young He knew you early and he lov'd you long Alexis He found me helpless and of Friends bereft Of Parents and the little they had left The VVorld look'd frowning on my Early Years And I seem'd destin'd by my Stars to Cares He took me rais'd me fix'd me in his sight By Precept and Example kept me Right But Ah! the Lamp is gone and I am hid in Night He taught me Good then gave that good regard But still it still was short of the Reward VVith the new day new Favours he 'd impart Then make the VVorld believe 't was my Desert And Shall O shall this BENEFACTOR go And we not sing his Worth and sigh our Woe The last sad Task that Gratitude can do Shall Time or Rage be suffer'd to efface The Mem'ry of this best of British Race Shall Fame amidst such Merit silent lye Shall e'er the Springs that water Grief be dry No! no! while Vertue does on Earth remain And Flocks and Herds feed on th' Oxonian Plain While Learning there and Piety encrease And Truth can rest in the soft Arms of Peace While there is VVealth employ'd to Gen'rous Ends VVhile there are Sweets in Love and Faith in Friends So long the Muses shall his Loss deplore That rain'd a Golden Show'r on them and Manna to the Poor Damon How various are the ways of Providence How crooked oft they seem to Human Sense He 's gone for whom there 's not a Soul but Grieves And yet his Foe the Treach'rous Jockney Lives He Lives nor does degenerate from his Breed That never did one Honourable Deed Yet lives in prosp'rous Fortune high in Trust But barb'rous to Desert and plung'd in Lust He lives that yet ne'er did a Loan restore E'er pay a Debt or e'er relieve the Poor He lives that wou'd subvert the Church and State And ride 'em loaded with Despotick Weight He lives that nothing Impious e'er did shun He lives a longer race of Vice to run He lives and yet the good Bertudor's gone Menalcas If Vertue met with a so early Fate Can Vice presume to hope a longer Date If Temp'rance thus at Noon is snatch'd away Can wild Excess expect to end the day Alexis It does it does and every Wish succeeds On Down it lies and on Ambrosia feeds ' No inward Pang it feel's or future Reck'ning dread's The Best alas are Summon'd first to go Have least Success and least Regard below The haughty mount and on the Humble tread Depress 'em Living and Revile 'em Dead Their Honours won with Blood are from 'em torn And by their Mortal Foes insulting worn No Disappointments e'er th' Unjust attend The Just have God but not Man their Friend Hence Providence is oft mis-understood Scoff'd by bad Men and doubted by the Good While undistinguish'd Right and Wrong are hurl'd And Knave and Fool between 'em share the World Menalcas 'T is not for Man with a too daring Eye To look into the Secrets of the Sky Or if he shou'd in vain he strives to see Through the dark-woven folds of Destiny As the Meridian Sun all flaming bright Gaz'd on confounds and quenche's Human Sight So Reason fail's and sink's beneath the Weight Of Will Omniscience Providence and Fate But Thou great Soul disburthen'd of thy Freight Ar't Landed now on 'tother side of Fate To Thee those Distributions all are clear That so perplex and so confound us here 'T is true thus much by Reason's understood Affliction is the Test that try's the Good Where e'er it Visit's 't is by Heaven's Command Not shuffl'd out as Vice wou'd understand With blinking Eyes and a promiscuous Hand If prosp'rous Fortunes are to most a Snare Why not th' Afflicted God's peculiar Care Expos'd to black'ning Tongues and faithless Friends Only to ply their Souls for Nobler Ends For Regions where we 're known and know aright Where day is never to resign to Night And flying Time no more can bound Delight Shou'd Pleasure here run smooth with equal Feet And Life thô long no Disappointment meet Shou'd Hope succeed in ev'ry VVish it make 's And Grief ne'er seize the Soul it once forsake 's Shou'd ev'ry Pious Man be Fortune's Care Humility be cloath'd and Pride be bare Shou'd the first Honours be by VVorth possest Shou'd that still rise and Vice be still deprest VVhat e'er hereafter more were to be giv'n VVe shou'd rest here and seek no other Heav'n But since this never was nor will be so Not Revelation scarce can plainer show That Vertu 's not to wear her Crown below This Contemplation shou'd your Griefs remove Our very Suffering a Reward does prove It must not be on Earth and it must be Above Alexis With this Menalcas firmly I agree But it not lighten's our Calamity Bertudor thô to endless Joy he 's gone Has left us cause for a whole Age to Moan When great Elijah did on high ascend And Heav'n's bright Chariot his Ascent attend What Joy was it to his remaining Friend He in his Loss deplor'd his Country's Fate Their Civil Strife's and cruel Haz'ael's Hate Nor yet is ours a fix'd unmurm'ring State When will deliv'rance from Oppression come If such as He are call'd so early Home When will our Publick Fears and Private Hate Be o'er if thus we lose such Props of State Who when the Royal Cause is sunk so low Will set so vast a Fortune at a Throw And with such Skill divert th' impending Blow Who in the Gap when Force wou'd Right devour Will stand so firm against unbounded Pow'r Stemming the Tide of violated Laws Till he has made the Just the Prosp'rous Cause O Britain Thou whose Happiness He sought Whose Happiness He wou'd with Life have bought Thy Peace his constant Aim and still intending Thought Let thy sad Genius now put Sables on And through the Land diffuse unless'ning Moan That ev'ry Eye may VVeep and ev'ry Breast may Groan And thou O Learned Town whose Sacred Name Has been so long th' envy'd Theme of Fame Thou