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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33517	A Pindarique ode, humbly offer'd to the ever-blessed memory of our late Gracious Sovereign Lady, Queen Mary written by J.D., Gent.	Cobb, Samuel, 1675-1713.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1694 (1694)	Wing C4772; ESTC R5662	5,352	14

A Pindarique ODE Humbly Offer'd to the Ever-Blessed Memory Of our Late Gracious SOVEREIGN LADY Queen MARY Written by I. D. Gent. Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres Hor. lib. I. Carm. LONDON Printed for Iohn Whitlock in Stationer's Court near Amen Corner 1694. A Pindarique ODE UPON THE Death of the QUEEN I. THe Mighty Work is done which in his Heav'nly Mind Th' Immortal Pow'r above had long before design'd See the Great Pillar of the World lies Dead Consum'd by unavoided Fate See what old Prophets in their Verses said Who of this fatal Day did wondrous Things relate O Sacred Shade why didst Thou silent go Why stood the solid Earth so firm at such a Blow Ye Heavens why shook ye not why did not Storms arise And Darkness overflow the Skies Or hairy Comets this strange Revolution show As that Great Monster of the World Who every Kingdom with fierce Wars did rend Who all things in disorder hurl'd In Thunder and in Hurricanes did to the Shades descend But Heav'n of Her far better things did know And She who no disturbance made below T was just She should to Heav'n in Peace and Silence go II. Ah wretched Nation thrice unhappy Land Which dost on ev'ry side on ruine stand Become a Wonder to thy Friends and Foes How art Thou mourn'd by these how scorn'd by those Insulting Paris with a wicked Joy Laughs at thy Sorrow and thy Tears And that Old Serpent who does all destroy Hisses and shakes his Tail when the glad News he hears Empress of Islands once the Glory and the Pride Of all the Spacious Universe beside Thy Valour show thy Courage now declare Where is thy Strength Thy Beauty where Thee Nations lov'd thee Kingdoms did adore And thy unbounded Pow'r did stretch from Shore to Shore And thy Imperial Lions through the World did Roar Heaven's brooding Seed on all thy Fields did lie And thy large Fleece was never dry Be Happy Isle said God for ever be From Hostile Arms and from Invasion free Thee let no cruel Troops assault no mighty Host No foreign Prince invade thy Armed Coast. Then round thy Bosom the wide Sea He threw And made the Waves a Shield and Castle too But Darling of the Gods The Care of Heav'n alone Oh! say Where are thy Mighty gone Where are they now who guarded thee from Violence Wrong Justly we 're fill'd with Wonder and with Dread Since all that e're was lovely now is fled The Great I mean the Good and Vertuous MARY's dead III. Tell O ye Winds Fate 's rigid Law Spread all around the mournful Voice Let Belgia hear th' unhappy Noise And bear it to Fam'd Orange and Nassau Say their Great Hero trembles now A Royal Sorrow sits upon his Brow And underneath the Weight His Valiant Soul does bow He whom nor barb'rous Turks nor France could e're With their unnumbred Armies terrify Death He hath seen in War yet never fear'd Him there Nor trembled when the Bloody Standard rose Nor was afraid in Martial Camps to die Whose single Valour can oppose A Universe of Stubborn and resisting Foes The only Hero th' universal He That ne're was Conquer'd yet and ne're will be At last His Love above His Heart prevails His Strength eclips'd and all His Courage fails As the Pellaean did his Friend bemoan And breath'd forth many a Sigh and many a Groan Soft Tears unbuckl'd His Heroick Soul Nor could He tame His Grief nor could His Heart controul IV. Ye Piny Fishes wheresoe're you go Let remote Kingdoms our Great Sufferings show Where're your flying Canvass does its Wings display Where're through the large Regions of the Main You cut your liquid Way To Nations as you pass complain Tell ev'ry Coast and ev'ry Shore Say the Great Pana's dead say England is no more The Winds shall bear it to some distant Clime Whether fam'd China or Iapan it be There to Her Name shall live and conquer aged Time And role with ev'ry Wave along the Sea Beyond where the known Columns stood of Old Beyond what Mariners shall e're descry Beyond those Worlds unknown where're they lie Her Glory and Her Virtue shall be told And if by me Thy Name is e're forgot If e're Great Ghost it slips out of my mindful Thought May Art forsake me and my Muse become For ever silent and forever dumb O may it never more my Mind inflame If I shall once forget Thy Memory and Name V. But say What shall I worthy Thee rehearse Too high my Subject and too mean my Verse Say in what Lays in what immortal Strain In what bright Numbers wilt thou live again For tho' thy Body mingled in the Dust does lie Thy Soul which never is to die Thy mighty Soul stamp'd of Heav'n's noblest Coin More Pure than Gold more Precious and Divine Does in thy Everlasting Vertues shine Thy Everlasting Vertues did I say Yes sure they will remain Yes sure they will for ever last and reign Beyond the Last and Everlasting Day Nor art Thou gone whilst there is left behind The best and truest Image of Thy Mind Vertue does Thy re●semblance show And still Thou breathest in th' Example which Thou gav'st below As when the God of Light descends to rest In the deep Ocean of the sultry West Some steps of Phoebus we may still behold He fringes all the Clouds with Silver and with Gold VI. Say mighty Shade to whom hast thou assign'd Thy noble Spirit to whom's Thy Mantle left behind Speak Does that happy Mortal breathe below Who can compare with Thee Who can Thy Praises show Smile but upon me and Thy Smiles will raise Me to so vast and lofty Pitch that I Shall soon forget my-self and learn to fly With other Poets whose immortal Lays Do pierce the gilded Sky Where meaner Birds did never stretch their Wings and where Only Iove's Royal Eagles sail thro' the unbounded Air. These with a steddy Eye behold the Sun And see the shining God in his Meridian run Strictly they view the Glories of his Face How bright his Beauties and how swift his Race Whilst others standing on the Ground below Look up and faint and weak and weary grow No longer able on his Light to gaze No longer able to endure the Vertue of his Rayes VII How then shall I a meaner Bird begin Which of thy num'rous Vertues shall I sing Or thy Religion and Piety Thy Patience and Thy Clemency Thy Mildness and Humility And wide extended Charity Which thro' the British World did run Which with the Sun it 's Morning Race begun And ended with the lab'ring Sun Widely and far Thy Princely Bounty reach'd And like the Pharian Nile o'er all our Nation stretch'd But far more happy did it glide With a more fruitful and more constant Tide And water'd all the World beside Forgive me Son of God! and pardon if I say Like Thee She