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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	charles_n	great_a	king_n	4,015	5	3.8638	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51640	Musa præsica the London poem, or, An humble oblation on the sacred tomb of our Late Gracious Monarch King Charles the II, of ever Blessed and Eternal Memory / by a loyal apprentice of the honourable city of London.	Loyal apprentice of the honourable city of London.	1685 (1685)	Wing M3129; ESTC R23131	8,791	18

Musa Praefica THE LONDON POEM OR An Humble Oblation On the Sacred Tomb Of our late Gracious Monarch King Charles the II. Of ever Blessed and Eternal Memory By a Loyal Apprentice of the Honourable City of London Quo Numine laeso Quidve dolens Rector Coeli Tot volvere Casus Insignem pietate Virum tot adire Labores Impulerit Tantane animis Coelestibus Ira LONDON Printed for T. M. and John Holford and are to be sold by the Booksellers of London 1685. A FUNERAL-POEM ON THE DEATH OF King Charles II. OF Blessed Memory I'ts done what Heav'n for many Years design'd Unknown to the great Race of Human kind In Fates mysterious Chronicle enroll'd And so absconded from the lower World The Gods the utmost of their Pow'r have shown Their dark Decree has shoke the trembling Throne CHARLES the Illustrious Great is snatcht away And to the gaping Grave become the Conquer'd Prey Forgive Thou awful Shade my Boldn'd Muse Presuming this Transcendent Theme to chuse Forgive the Accents of my humbler Strain Which in Unhallow'd Disticks dares profane That Name which all posterity shall know Great Spirit thou' rt Gracious or thou once wert so Gifts and Oblations Heaven-born thou 'l have none Nor must Divine Rites to Thee now be shown We 'l not erect new Altars to thy Shrine Nor dare Install Thee with the Pow'rs Divine That too Officious Duty wou'd blaspheme And blemish with our Piety thy Name But still our Zealous Love shall be the more And we will bless thy worth tho not adore Which of the mighty Pen-men shall I chuse To aid the Genius of my Lab'ring Muse Which of the happy Bards shall fan the Fire And my ambitious Glowing Breast inspire Whilst I with ruder Hands my Offring bring To the Immortal Mem'ry of my King And of his Deathless Name God-like Virtues sing Ye softer Female Beings if there be Concernment in your Fancy'd Deities On my bold Province now divinely shine And manifest the pow'r of your renowned Nine But ah why do I vainly thus require The faint assistance of that easie Quire Too weak the Inspiration and the Flame For the Ennobl'd Merit of the Theme For the vast Elogies of CHARLES his name But thou far more Heroick shade return From the dull darksome Mansion of thy Urn Thou once who in Divinest Numbers taught And sang as bravely as thy Heroes fought Let CHARLES our now departed worthy dwell In thy Prodigious Noble Chronicle If any faith in Transmigration be Or now transmit thy sacred Spirit to me Aid me the Royal wonders to rehearse In lasting and unbounded verse Sum the repeated Marvels of his Reign Whom Heav'n kind Heav'n espousing did Maintain Tell me the worth of that Illustrious man Who through a long continued series ran Of troubles yet appear'd so great so brave From the first blooming to the final Grave Tears are not all the due we 'l pay to thee Thou sacred Image of the Deity Nor will we only the vast loss bemoan With a retired melancholy groan But to our late posterity we 'l show And they shall all the wondrous Circle know The Theme and the delight of future days Which with united Ioys shall Eccho forth thy praise Ye Gods why did ye Summons to begone The constant Guardian of the peaceful Throne Why was your thoughtful vengeance so severe Unto his Royal person here What hidden grudge usurpt your minds above Your Great Vicegerent to remove Why was he snatcht so soon away As if but fraim'd of Common Clay Monarchs undoubted Charters should possess To limit their own boundless happiness Or should some sacred Title have To Triumph o're the fury of the Grave But since Immortal Births you do deny Even Kings are only born to reign and die Oh! cou'd he not have stretcht the narrow Span And liv'd the double age of Man Who wou'd not have sustain'd the willing Doom And fill'd the Empty spaces of his Room And undergone the scandal of a Tomb Why were ye not appeas'd with a Plebeian Prey But snatcht the Sovereign of the Isle away I cou'd of the severity complain And urge my passion to so high a strain Ev'n at your sacred beings to let fly Blaspheme your Arbitrary Deities Since with the Royal Victim you begin And yet my zeal would expiate the sin Were Kings ordain'd but for such vulgar ends And do they on so slender Lines depend To finish all the drugery of State And then submit to common Fate To manage the Great business of the World And from the regal Theatre be hurld T' appear and act upon the noisy Stage Then make their sudden exit from the age And all but for a speculative fame For the inglorious nothing of a name So the victorious Caesar liv'd and dy'd With Nations shelter'd from his awful side When he the glorious Race had nobly run And finisht all the triumphs he begun What real Essence is there in a Crown When Monarchs thus are tumbl'd down Nor can their shining grandure save Them rowling to the dismal grave Ye Gods ah why cou'd ye exempt not some From th' universal deluge of the Doom Ah why cou'd not your providence prefer Some to a lasting death less Calendar Why such injunctions do you lay On Kings that bear Imperial sway Must CHARLES the joy of all the universe Be fetter'd in a solitary Herse And after all the mighty Circles ran Appear at length to be but man All he possest that 's good and great If that cou'd claim supremacy of fate All vertues in his royal Breast Like Gemms within a Quarry rest No borrow'd Beams adorn'd his Soul As where the lesser Luminaries Rowle But in him they were perfect all Glorious and Bright and Natural Like days Bright Lord which does dispence O're all an universal Influence What Heav'n hath sparingly allow'd mankind Was doll'd-in great to his great mind And with embellisht lustre in him shin'd The Gods by one consent cou'd do no more But lavisht a vast Largess of their store And made th' Impoverisht Heav'ns poor Yet after all this mighty Prince Is snatcht and rifled from us hence Left void his great fore-fathers Throne below And to an endless wide Eternity does go Look down unbody'd Hero see How naked and expos'd we lie To Chaos ev'n a ready prey Now thy Great Guardian Soul is took away We 'l not forget how once thou god-like sate And didst the noble work of Fate Whilst we secure and thoughtless wanton laid Basking beneath the Tutelary shade No danger cou'd approach the Mansion there Curst Envy snarld but came not near Thy aw a Terror on thy Foes Imprest But to thy Land serenity and rest Majestick sweetness darted from thy Eyes And all around was Eden and a Paradice We 'l not forget how thy victorious Hand Did guide us to the promis'd Land And thy stupendious conduct set us free From Anarchy and slavery Thou liftedst up thy mighty arm And didst sound forth the loud Alarm