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death_n	day_n	let_v	night_n	4,105	5	7.7022	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64709	The unfortunate Phaeton, or, The fall of ambition an heroick poem / written by a person of quality.	Person of quality.	1686 (1686)	Wing U58; ESTC R7527	4,591	18

shin'd the scatter'd Seeds of Light A sullen Silence o're the Plain was spread Each drowsy Hill appear'd to Nod it's Head All things were still as Natures self were Dead When arm'd with Rage the Mad-braind Rout came on Push'd by the forward Fates to be undone O'rewelm'd in sleep they thought the Camp to find And easie Victory possest each mind Soft were their steps as those of Lovers are Who wou'd be secret and each shaddow fear Who strangely startle at each Noise they hear The Mannag'd Silence promis'd them success But he who ne'r Rebellious Arms wou'd bless Who ne'r cou'd be indus'd to Wink at Sin Let them perceive what Errour they were in A Thirst of Glory conquer'd Somnus Charms And kept the wakeful Heroes at their Arms Ready to Cope when Wars dread Front appeard And Rustick Clamour through the Gloom was heard All nimble in their Motion Train'd to do The Mighty Work that Fame had call'd 'em to Eagar to Act and fearless of the Foe They counted their aproaching March too flow Glad were they when they saw that Heav'n gave way To their desires and War in prospect lay Scarce for the Signal wou'd their Courage stay But seem'd uneasie till their Arms had try'd The justice of their cause and quel'd the Pride Of those Aspirers who with Gyant-might Thought to possess themselves of Heav'n by Fight And now no more than Neptunes Tribute-stream With silent Silver Interpos'd between To Pause they stand not but each active Hand Waits to give Death upon the first Command And now loud shouts begin the Aire to wound Th' Alarms beat and all the Trumpets sound The noise of shouting Soldiers pierce the Skie Above the stormy Clouds the Clamours fly Whilst Neighbouring Caverns Eccho back the sound And from the Hills the mingl'd Cryes rebound Night vows no more the Breathing Flame gives day And Wing'd with Fire the Bolts of Thunder stray That scatter'd Ruin in their Fatal way Whilst on the Plains the scatter'd Rebels ly And their late Spoiles with dear Repentance buy The futal Flashes let them see their woe And many Deaths presage their over-throw The Blood that from a thousand Wounds was shed The Grass discolour'd with a duskie Red Yet prompted by Dispair they boldly stood And Deaths large Gaps with other Lives made good As knowing on that Cast their safety lay That Ruin follow'd if they lost the day Nor was Young Phaeton wanting to express His utmost Conduct nor in danger less Expos'd himself though ' gainst the Fates in vain He strove for what he never must obtain Those Missile Arms that Untrained Rusticks held Stood only Ciphers in the Bloody Field To give him in their Fall a full survey In how great breadths his hapless Ruin lay To let him see in his too late distress How Black Ambition had destroy'd his Peace And how by his Disloyalty he stood The Curse of Ruin'd bad-men and the Scorn o' th good The Rebel Horse by this time Rang'd at large But found themselves too weak to stand the Charge Pale Fear had witherd all their strength and drain'd Them of that Vigor once in them remain'd As soon as e're some Wounded Horse had thrown Their Riders and their Bodies Trampl'd on The Horse-men left the Field the Fight they shun Or turning Reins upon their Fellows run Driven they were thus Thunder-struck pursu'd And in a Trice quite broken and subdu'd When to the truly Loyal Heroes Aide With heavy pace the deep mouth'd Cannons made And loud in Thunder Slaughter did proclaim Whilst all the Field seem'd one great Camp of flame And Clouds of Smoak the Blushing Morne o're-spread Which now began to rise from Thetis Bed Loudly they spoke and with outragious Rore The yielding Air in parts unnumber'd Tore Whilst Iron Globes that Mortal might can't stay Through o're thrown Ranks took their destroying way And mov'd with Whirl-winds-speed no Arms cou'd be ' Gainst those destroyers a security And now the Horse that had nought else to do Amongst the broken Ranks like Lightning flew So that the War to a sad Period drew For with the shade the Rebels lest the Field Blushing with th' Blood of those that there were kill'd And with their Phaeton whom they durst obey They met their Fates though in another way Thus great Jehovah great Deliv'rance wrought And bold Ambition to Destruction brought Thus fail'd it of it's much desired end In vain do Mortal men with Heav'n contend Improsperous are their Plots and dark Designs He Thrives not that ' gainst Heav'ns Decrees Combines But sinks into the Arms of foul Disgrace And Honours Image basely does deface He Robs himself of Rest and Courts his Pain And swallows Guilded Poison that 's his Paine Of which fond Rashness men too oft complain Yet like the man that in a tossing storm Puts up his Prayers and vows he will reform Vows to forsake each Darling Vice but when The Winds are out of Breath the Seas again Assume their former Calmness he forgets And little by his Obligation sets So we deceive our selves till we are lost And sadly know what such neglect has cost Unvaluable Peace wou'd men but prize In which for certain there no danger lies The World wou'd all be turn'd to Paradice The Golden Age again wou'd be restor'd Yet Virtue more than Gold wou'd be ador'd But restless men this Theam can never please Who if they cou'd wou'd scorn to live at ease But like Old Nerites allways love to Rave And ne're be seen but on a Tossing-Wave Much like that Indian Mouse who to fulfill The dire Revenge of it's Insatiate will The largest of all Creatures loves to kill Though by the Fall of that unwildy Beast It self to unavoided Death is prest Or like the Serpent that through Fire will run The Antidote of Poisons force to shun Strange these may seem but true too oft they 'r found And in the Soul make an Inglorious Wound Disturb the frame o' th' little World and bring Ten thousand mischiefs which they fiercely fling As Curst Pandoras Box ' mongst men was hurl'd Frought with those Plagues that now Disease the World FINIS