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Mausolæum, a funeral poem on our late gracious sovereign Queen Mary of blessed memory by N. Tate ...
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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whose orac'lous Shade she cou'd prescribe And Audience gave to each consulting Tribe My Regent with such Grandeur such Address In Councel sway'd and prest with last Distress Like Her Spoke Victory and Look'd Success In publick Storms She heard the Billows rave And cheerfully the needfull Orders gave With pious Hope adjusted Her Commands And left th' Event on Providences Hands Thus from insulting Danger She secur'd Her Regency and thus Her Realms ensur'd Such Conduct shewn and gen'rous Trust repos'd Engag'd Heav'ns Honour and Fate 's Pow'r fore-clos'd She knew what Mein the Sceptre Crown and Globe What Majesty became th' Imperial Robe But from th' Incumbrance freed of Sov'reign Awe What Artist can Her milder Beauties draw What Colours shall express What Pencil trace The Charms that did Her Conversation grace How beaming Joys Her Aspect did adorn And how She mov'd the Goddess of the Morn What Harmony did in Her Language dwell How sullen Griefs Her Accents cou'd dispell While softer They than shedding Roses fell Methinks I hear lamenting April say Unwelcome now returns my latest Day That once eclips'd the blooming Pride of May. The Day that with auspicious Hours did smile And gave a Jubilee to Britain's Isle No more that Festival shall entertain The Court with Revel or harmonious Strain For chearfull Songs my Bards must now retreat And Dirges breath to some forsaken Seat Seek gloomy Vales where blasted Nature pines And Grief with Night her cold Embraces joyns Where no fresh Breeze relieves the sulph'rous Steams And Poplars languish o'er infectious Streams Where never did auspicious Bird frequent Till thither on Despair's sad Errand sent Some Nightingall of Nest and Young Depriv'd Or Turtle who her slaughter'd Mate surviv'd Let there what never must in Crouds be told Your mourning Muse that Dismal Scene unfold Let Fancy there rehearse in wild Complaint The sickning Sov'reign the expiring Saint When Sacrilegious Maladies combin'd Beauty's Imperial Temple undermin'd How ravaging through Her rich Veins they flew Till all in one Assault Against Her gen'rous Heart their Forces drew While Nature cou'd no more the Fort supply And vanquisht Art it self stood Sighing by Well may his Sons despair when Phoebus shrouds His baffl'd Head and sculks in conscious Clouds Drives wide his Wain shuns his Meridian Way And through continu'd Darkness steals the Day Immortal Pow'rs can you behold ungriev'd Her Agonies who Nations had reliev'd The Royal Saint who had your Altars crown'd For Pray'rs and Alms is no Compassion found Amidst Her Pangs see how She lies resign'd To your Disposal while you seem unkind Undaunted yet to your Allegiance true Bids Death Defiance but submits to You. She sees Distraction through Her Palace spread She sees the Graces weeping round Her Bed Yet still Compos'd till Her expiring Sight Her swooning Hero Here let deepest Night Her Mantle spread and Nature's Face disguise While Caesar sinks and while MARIA's Eyes Closing transferr Their Glories to the Skies Oh what Convulsions now shook Britain's Breast Her Sun and Moon in one Eclipse opprest As when the Sov'reign of the Ocean try'd In Tempests and had Neptune's Frowns defy'd Founders on Shelves conspiring Tides prevail The hurrying Crew with looks agast and pale Wringing their helpless Hands theglorious Wreck bewail Such Consternation shew'd Britannia's Court When Toil and Skill had made their last Effort Yet O Alcides of our Age sustain Thy last and greatest Task to Live and Reign This Conquest must Distinguish your bright Name And write You foremost in the List of Fame Your Loyal and Addressing Senate view O pity them as they condole with You See your Augusta too who bath'd in Tears Sad Europe's Representative appears Death ne'er is Distant when Perfection's near Vertue Sublim'd will quickly disappear MARIA's fall'n Worthy to have surviv'd Till Caesar's promis'd Tryumphs were arriv'd Till harras'd Europe's Freedom She survey'd And crown'd the Halcyon Days for which She pray'd Speak You who Commerce with Immortals hold These Labarynths of Providence unfold Eusebia speak EUSEBIA's Sacred Breast With Rapture fill'd th' inspiring God confest Divinely bright Her Frontlet-Stars appear'd While up tow'rds Heav'n Her ravish'd Eyes She rear'd The Temple shakes the yielding Roof gives way And Ope's a Prospect to Eternal Day Through all the Dome Ambrosial Fragrance spread While Thus in Extasie the Matron said With Robes invested of Caelestial Dye She towrs and treads the Empyraean Sky Angelick Choirs skill'd in triumphant Song Heav'ns Battlements and Chrystal Turrets throng The Signal 's giv'n th' Eternal Gates unfold Blazing with Jasper wreath'd in burnish'd Gold And Myriads now of flaming Minds I see Pow'rs Potentates Heav'ns awfull Hierarchy In gradual Orbs enthron'd but all Divine Ineffably those Sons of Glory shine From Bow'rs of Amaranth and Nectar Streams Mansions of Rapture and inspiring Dreams The Host of Saints MARIA's Tryumph meet MARIA all their own MARIA greet Behold a Rev'rend Shade steps forth his Head Mitred in Glory deep his Vestments spread O Patriarch mild thy Aspect still I know That ev'n on Earth so much of Heav'n did show Heav'ns Messenger to Us Thou first didst prove And now MARIA's to the Blest above O worthiest Envoy to the Realms of Bliss Of Her approaching Apotheosis Now pointing up he shews prepar'd on High Her Chair of State and Starry Canopy She takes Her Throne but there install'd so bright Her Form I lose Her in Excess of Light FINIS ADVERTISEMENT A Poem on the late Promotions of several Eminent Persons in Church and State An Elegy on the Most Reverend Father in God his Grace JOHN late Lord Archbishop of Canterbury Written by N. Tate * Abbey of Westminst * Church of England * Protestant Church of France * The Queen's Birth-day * The gloomy Weather during Her Majesty's Sickness
MAUSOLAEUM A Funeral POEM On our late Gracious Sovereign QUEEN MARY Of Blessed Memory By N. TATE Servant to His Majesty LONDON Printed for B. Aylmer at the Three Pigeons against the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill And W. Rogers at the Sun against St. Dunstan's Church in Fleet-street And R. Baldwin near the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-Lane 1695. MAUSOLAEUM A Funeral Poem On Our Late Gracious Sovereign Queen MARY Of Blessed Memory TO Solitude but such as ne er inspir'd One Tuneful Thought a pensive Bard retir'd Stretcht as He lay and lean'd his drooping Head Against a jetting Cliff the Earth his Bed MARIA's Fate and Fame from distant Plains He heard resounded by melodious Swains He blest their powerful Raptures that could warm The Tomb's cold Mansion and make Sorrow oharm While Sweetly sad their Accents strike the Skies He only with distracted Sighs replies His Groans awak'd the Mid-night Raven's Knell E'er balmy Slumber on his Temples fell When long-absented Morpheus interpos'd To charm his Sorrow and This SCENE disclos'd Thrice did the God his drowzy Wand extend And thrice invok'd the Vision to ascend The Signal was obey'd from side to side The Vale her flinty Arms unfolding wide In Prospect brings the Sacred Dome renown'd For British Monarch's there Entomb'd and Crown'd Whose Guardian-Care when thither they return Is there rewarded with a peaceful Urn Where now that safe Repose their Ashes have Which they when living to their Subjects gave Thus was the Visionary Fabrick rear'd Whose Portalls while harmonious Sounds are heard Did leisurely the shining Quire disclose As once the solemn Stage at Athens rose While breaking Clouds a glorious Scene display'd Where Gods and Goddesses the Circle made A Mausolaean Pile erected high Threatning the Temple's Roof as That the Sky With Starry Lamps and Banners blazing round In all the Pageantry of Death is crown'd For ah with flatt'ring Pride and Triumph vain You Pyramids the dazling Pomp sustain While High in State your glitt'ring Trophies Rise Low at your Basis Britain's Glory lies Nor Sleep those blest Remains in Dead of Night Watcht only by unactive Tapers Light For thronging Seraphs from Coelestial Bow'rs Descend to strew the Royal Hearse with Flow'rs Whose Fragrance heav'nly Balm distilling meets Together blending their Ambrosial Sweets What Sov'reign Odour from that Mixture springs Fann'd and Sublim'd by hov'ring Angels Wings These Rites perform'd th' Etherial Troop resign To Forms Divine as Their's the Royal Shrihe For lo four Matrons deep in Sables clad Of Solemn Mien and Aspect Charming sad Advance with each Her Ensigns waving high The Emblems of Her Pow'r or Piety August BRITANNIA the Procession leads In State the BELGIAN Matron Her succeeds BRITANNIA's Train in Grandure of a Court Her Globe Her Scepter and Her Crown support BATAVIA with Her own Escutchions grac't Where Lions Rampant grasp Her Arrows sast EUSEBIA next appears in Pomp divine See how Her Mitre and Her Crosier shine IRENE brings the Rear but She forlorn No Badge but of Distress before Her born A Wreath of Lillies Her sad Herald wore But Lillies Crimson'd in Her Off-spring's Gore Now to their sundry Stations they disperse The high-arch'd Inlets to the Sov'reign Hearse Where solemnly each Matron takes her Stand With each a fuming Censer in her Hand All Mute a while with awful Sorrow strook Till Belgia thus in troubled Accents spoke When late to Albion's Throne I did resign The Princess I still thought still found Her mine While like Aurora from beyond the Streams She brightly Rising reacht me with Her Beams Warm Lustre shot that did my Griefs beguile And in Her Absence made our Hague to smile So Cinthia when she takes her Sphere above Shines down and gilds Her once-frequented Grove So Cinthia mounts Her Wain for publick Good Tho better pleas'd Retir'd within Her Wood. But ah what Halcyon Days on Europe shone When Cinthia with her Phoebus grac'd one Throne Charm'd by their Godlike Reign so just and mild My States to Monarchy grew reconcil'd Britain and Belgia's Blessings to compleat They made from distant Shores our Interest 's meet Not so when blind in fury heretofore With Naval Thunder we each other tore While both by mutual Tragick Wounds brought low Made Scenes of Pastime for the Common Foe Insulting o're the Sight the Tyrant stood While our sad Wrecks enrich'd the guilty Flood Blushing with British and Batavian Blood 'Twixt treach'rous Courts thus was Ambition bred While our Exhausted Veins the Monster fed But when her Fangs with Terror she disclos'd Heav'n and my Nassau's Virtue interpos'd Convulsions seiz'd me when he left my Shore Not Ariadne fear'd for Theseus more Such doubtful Hopes possest the Colchian Maid When Jason his adventrous Task essay'd At last I saw Him fixt on Britain's Throne And blest the Day and thought the Storm o'er-blown Yet from Alarms secur'd of Gallick Pow'r A hasty Tomb do's half my Joys devour Ah how transform'd from what I was of late How blest ye Pow'rs how prosp'rous was my State My flourishing Towns with Pleasure I survey'd The World 's great Mart and Seat of Commèrce made Cov'ring with floating Colonies the Main While Gallick Rage at Home I could sustain Visit both Poles to Spicy Climates run And spread my Naval Wings before the Rising Sun No more can populous Towns or swelling Seas The stronger Deluge of my Grief appease My Spicy Eastern Groves no longer please Matrons sad Vigils through my Cities keep With streaming Tears my Saylors swell the Deep There Tritons started from their Coral Cells Rang'd on the Rocks to Dirges tune their Shells On sep'rate Cliffs their pensive Nereids sit No chearful Song or am'tous Glance admit No more with Pearl and Amber deck their Head But Mourn forlorn their Amphitrite Dead From Dawn to Dusk and weep the Stars to Bed Ye Winds that waft my freighted Fleets away Neglect your Charge let useless Traffick stay Till you to Java's Isle my Sighs convey Fate 's Triumph over Nature there proclaim And say MARIA's nothing but a Name A Hearse an Urn as Vulgar Mortals are To Earth no more but to the Skies a Star She said IRENE next her Plaints addrest Plaints which her Looks too sensibly exprest An Exile from her Native Shore she fled By Innocence and Mourning Angels led While slowly from the hallowed Floor she rears Her Eyes still Orient through a Cloud of Cares May's brightness mix'd with April's Gloom appears A pearly Show'r Her fairer Face bedews While Thus what Passion dictates She pursues Is Mis'ry boundless Can we never know In Wretchedness the outmost Sphere of Woe Condemn'd on Cruelties Inhumane Stage To all the Shapes of persecuting Rage Bereav'd of ev'ry Blessing I Enjoy'd My Temples Sack'd my Votaries Destroy'd Till with my Sons expos'd a poor Reserve To foreign Bondage or at best to Starve These Injuries Sustain'd ah vain Belief I fondly deem'd the last Degrees of Grief But here a weeping Penitent I come To Mourn my Error at MARIA's Tomb