Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

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

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05927	The sorrovvful ladies complaint. Relating how a damosel lamenteth the loss of her lover, who behaved himself very valiantly in a late engagement at sea, but at last was unfortunately slain. This stories known both far and wide, to Holland's wonder, England's pride; come therefore every loyal heart; and in my burden bear a part. To the tune of, The Earl of Sandwich farewel.		1673 (1673)	Wing S4713; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[434]	1,579	2

The Sorrowful Ladies Complaint Relating how a Damosel Lamenteth the loss of her Lover who behaved himself very Valiantly in a late Engagement at Sea but at last was unfortunately Slain This Stories known both far and wide To Holland's wonder England's Pride Come therefore every Loyal Heart And in my burden bear a part To the Tune of The Earl of Sandwich farewel One morning I walk'd by my self on the shoar When the Tempest did sing and the Waves they did roar Yet the noise of the winde and the waters was drown'd By the pittiful cry and the sorrowful sound Of ah ah ah my Love 's dead There is not a Bell But a Triton's shell To ring to ring to ring my Love's knell It troubled me much when I heard all her grief But hoping it might not be pass all Relief I followed the voice till at the last I esyp'd A sorrowful Lady and all that she cry'd Was ah ah ah my Love 's dead There is not a Bell But a Triton's shell To ring to ring to ring my Love's knell A handsomer Damosel sure never were seen With a face like an Angel a Robe like a Queen A Voyce like a Syren and Eyes like a Dove Yet ever she cry'd for the losse of her Love Ah ah ah my Loves dead c. When my Love was alive his courage was such He conquered the Dane and affrighted the Dutch He ventur'd to shew he ne'r fear'd to dye But woe be to me that for ever must cry Ah ah ah my Love 's dead There is not a Bell But a Triton's shell To ring to ring to ring my Love's knell Surrounded with Ships and asulted by Foes He stoutly received and returned their blows So well he did manage his Ship in the strife That he never would yeild till he yeilded his life Ah ah ah my Love 's dead c. To recal him to life Oh what would I give But since he is dead 't is no pleasure to live He ventur'd for me and shall I be afraid To dye for my love it shall never be said Ah ah ah my Loves dead There is not a Bell But a Triton's shell To ring to ring to ring my Love's knell The second Part to the same Tune My Love lies now in his watry Grave And hath nothing to shew for his Tomb but a Wave I 'le kisse his dear lips then the Corral more Red That grows where he lies in his watry Bed Ah ah ah my Love 's dead There is not a Bell but a Trytons shell To ring to ring to ring my Loves knell The Oriental Pearl which the Ocean bestows We 'l mix with a Corral a Crown to compose The Sea Nymps shall grieve and envy our blisse We 'l teach them to love'and like Cockels to kisse Ah ah ah my Loves dead There is not a Bell but a Trytons shell To ring to ring to ring my Loves knell He go to my Love that lies in the deep And in my imbraces my dearest shall sleep VVhen awake the kind Dolphine together shall throng In Chariots of Shells to convey him along Ah ah ah my Loves dead There is not a Bell but a Trytons shell To ring to ring to ring my Loves knell And just as she spoke she was casting her self From the top of a Rock on a dangerous shelf But I being near her made hast to her aid And sav●d her from falling when just she had said Ah ah ah my Loves dead There is not a Bell But a Trytons shell To ring to ring to ring my Loves knell Fair Lady said I whether Maiden or VVife Your death will not call the departed to Life Loves fire goes out at the losse of the Fuel And though you be content you need not be cruel Ah! what though your Loves dead Yet he had a Bell Not a Trytons shell To ring to ring to ring out his knell She started to find this unhappy surprize With grief in her face and disdain in her eyes She told me my kindness had done her much wrong She pray'd me to bear but a part in her Song Ah ah ah my Loves dead There was not a bell But a Trytons shell To ring to ring to ring out his knell London Printed for Phillip Brooksby at the Hospital-gate in West-smith-field