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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36981	Gloriana, funeral pindarique poem sacred to the blessed memory of that ever-admir'd and most excellent princess, our late gracious soveraign lady Queen Mary / written by T. D'Urfey.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1695 (1695)	Wing D2730; ESTC R3729	8,357	28

And where in dreadful Shades their horrid Hours are spent Around the Place were ugly shapes of Death Raw Skelletons and all the Floor beneath With heaps of Skulls and Bones was scatter'd o'er Of Men that had been mighty heretofore Mingl'd with Scrolls of Human Names spotted and stain'd with Gore Brought thither by a grisly Train Which for that Work the Sisters entertain Diseases call'd a foul mishapen Crew That Thousands daily to Destruction drew And first with numerous Scrolls came Feaver witherd lean His heart and Entrails scorch'd within With unseen Fire that long had flaming been Next him remorsless Plague his Charge resign'd Swoln Dropsie then with slow Consumption joyn'd Their deadly Labels brought more loyter'd too behind Chattring with one that stood as I look'd back Attir'd in a Physicians Robe but was I found a Quack In Physick or in Metaphysick Sence And only fam'd for lucky Impudence Proud Drunken Noisie still unus'd to Cure Here therefore known to be A nearer Favourite of the Fatal Three For practising the Art of Killing sure But amongst all that on this Office came Death's Friends and Agents Gouty Blind and Lame I saw methought one bring a Scroll That with new Terror fill'd my Soul A Scroll where in large Characters was Gloriana's Name Trembling at this I nearer prest And saw all full of Sores his Head Hands Breast More foul and loathsome he than all the rest His odious Name Small-Pox whom when pleas'd Clotho saw She streight a slender Thread was seen to draw Which envious Lachesis soon on the Distaff put And Atropos as soon prepar'd with bloody Shears to cut Then each with dismal yelling Voice And hellish Grin seem'd to rejoyce To know the World should lose such an inestimable Prize X. 'T was here the Vision left my fetter'd Sence Here Fears anew 'gan to commence And Grief straight follow'd close for scarce my Eyes Had made their Opticks free from Sleep's surprize But to my Ears the Horror enter'd in Of dreadful News the Sickness of the Queen And that a fatal Cold in her late Journey caught A terrible Distemper brought Too true 't was found for now each Hour accurst Flew with more fatal Tidings than the first From bad to worse till the Third dismal Day We heard the Life of our Britannia lay The Prize of Death just languishing away That darling Life more precious than the store Of India's Gemms or universal Oar. Oh Heaven Maugre all our Tears Our fervent Wishes and our Prayers The Skill which all the poring Sons of Art With nicest Judgment could impart One ravenous Disease had power In a few Moments to devour And by Commission from Eternal Will Mock'd the Divines and the Physicians Skill Thus when Omnipotence does Blessings give He thus asserts His High Prerogative When serv'd bestows the Gifts we all partake And when his Grace we lose he calls 'em back Wisely demonstrating Superiour Right The Creature 's Merit the Creator's Might But now O Muse how can thy Influence So far inspire my Sense How shall my ill-performing Pen and Hand Describe the gushing Sorrows of the Land Paint Europe's general Woe and of that Woe the Chief Our CAESAR's boundless and unequall'd Grief See on the Ground the Godlike Hero laid Struck with the Thunder of the Sound SHE 's Dead That Royal Heart unus'd to fear When dreadful Danger was most near Like Sampson when he lost the Guardian Hair One Word has almost weaken'd to despair Now did his Eyes whom Courage could inspire To gaze on th' dreadful Cannons Burst of Fire That Wars most horrid Face unfear'd could see And Friends and Kinsmen stain'd in Gore with Manly Bravery Melt into Showres of Tears which in big Drops did fall Springing for England's Loss as well as Passion Conjugal Now the Majestick Purple that he wore Each Hour encreas'd his Sorrow more Which with the Train of Mourners that stood by Each with a frightful Look and wat'ry Eye Made the vast Deluge swell so universally That all around Grief so immense appears As if the World a modern way were to be drown'd in Tears Our hapless Land a Woe particular Beyond the rest of Nations did prefer And whilst new Seas of Brine surround our chalky Shore Albion was ne'er so true an Isle before XI Oh Albion in Thy Loss more curst by far Than in all Ruines of thy Civil War Thy flourishing Soil's a barren Desart now Sad as thy Native's Weeds and clowded as each Brow Bend thy aspiring Head let Ashes crown Thy haughty Front and for past Crimes attone That like offending Nineveh of old Dire Desolation by this Blow foretold May by thy humble Sackcloth be delay'd And Heav'ns consuming Vengeance by Repentance stay'd Ah! now my drooping Muse is at a stand My Pen shakes in my trembling Hand At my bold daring thus my Thoughts to raise On Gloriana's Theme or Praise Vertues that ne'er have equall'd been nor will in future Days That Royal Virgin that so long maintain'd The English Cross and with such Judgment Reign'd That Forty Years the Joys and Toyls of glorious Empire knew Ne'er such Applause or Adoration drew As Matchless Gloriana in Her few That happy Princess Govern'd when Obedience was a Gift in Men When mild Allegiance bow'd to Soveraign Awe And Duty was contiguous with Law But Gloriana when forc'd to put on The weighty Trouble of a Crown For the Peoples Satisfaction not her own In a hot Ferment found the State Perplex'd with Factions Jarring and Debate And with sad Heart submits to Heav'n's Decree Tortur'd between Her Country's Cause and filial Piety Yet still encourag'd by celestial Aid The Royal Shepherdess divinely sway'd Held out Her Crook and the rude Herd obey'd And as the famous Thracian Poet once Drew to his Lyre Brutes Birds and Trees and Stones So th' Savage English by mild Arts she tam'd Some curst the Cause but none the Conduct blam'd Her Foes her charming Grace so much had won The worst but faintly envy'd Her the Throne XII So Hester who her Nation 's Rights restor'd For Piety and Wisdom was ador'd And so will Gloriana's Name eterniz'd be Through future Years to all Posterity Who now sad Britain can protect thy State Like Her from publick Feuds and private Hate When Caesar tho' predestin'd Conquerour goes To meet our foreign Foes Who with a Look effectual as Law As she still did the stubborn Crowd can awe Yoke their rebellious Necks and make 'em draw Or who like Her could e'er support The Cares of State the Management o' th' Court For Her dear Lord abroad the fear And for her People's Safety here Ah none She was the only Last and Best The Saint is gone and Miracles are ceas'd And well might She the Name of Saint deserve Who the Almighty did so truly serve Her regular Devotion ev'ry Day Might even teach Piety it self to Pray None could be wicked in Her Service blest Her Holy Flame divinely warm'd each Breast Example thus the Good began and Shame perform'd the rest Nor was Her Wife-like Vertue less admir'd But every Breast where Honour was inspir'd So much that even our sensual Nation Began their Brutal Crimes to see And honest Wedlock-Amity Began again to be in fashion Thus all Her Hours did strict Goodness sway Angelically thus She spent each Day Thoughtless of Ill unless 't were to prevent Her mirthful Minutes too so innocent As if a Life divine She meant to try Before She came to die And th' Great Disposer of Her Soul were alway standing by XIII For Pity too and Heav'nly Charity None ever so renown'd as She So mildly th' Scales of Justice did Command And held the Sword in such a guiltless Hand That even the Malefactors of the Land In Murders train'd and Traitors made for Hire Nay tho' they durst against her precious Life conspire And thereby Punishment more justly drew Than th' rest of the incorrigible Crew She ne'er was found the more severe Nor ever Deaths Black Warrant sign'd but wet it with a Tear Then were that great Apostle here to see That preach'd Salvation gain'd by Works of Charity Her wondrous Mercies in that kind And the unweary'd Bounties of Her Mind Far above all the rest He 'd soon pronounce Her blest And fix for her a Heavenly Seat next the most High Degree She needed but a small Translation there The Angel was more than half perfect here Poor Hugonots by the French Tyrant driven From their Abodes for the dear sake of Heaven Forlorn and starving in the Fields Her pitying Bosom sacred Manna yields In Numbers from the giving Angel they receiv'd And Numbers daily her blest Hand reliev'd Nay even the Obstinate that ne'er would own Allegiance or Her Title to the Throne In spight of stubborn Nature forc'd have been To grant a Goodness so serene Their better Genius was if not their Queen O sacred Vertue there is still in Thee So sweet a Charm such true Divinity That when Thou wilt unfold Thy beauteous Face And with Thy Beams frail Human Nature Grace How pall'd to Thee the World 's best Pleasures are How sickly do they taste How wretchedly appear Thou Divine Essence always didst inspire Blest Gloriana with Thy hallow'd Fire The Royal Saint was still a Type of Thee As Thou art of Angelick Piety XIV Mighty in Power yet mild still as a Dove Not proud yet Charming as the Queen of Love Devout as Deb'rah at a Sacrifice Chaste like Susanna and like Sheba Wise Like Michol kind and dutious to Her Lord And like a Saviour lost lamented and ador'd More Attributes much more might be exprest But Sorrow stops my Pen and Sighs the rest My Muse grows weary with this Glut of Woe And now no more can do Only methinks I see from high A radiant Cherub soaring through the Sky Saying Let Women be no more defam'd Nor ever henceforth for past Frailty blam'd Th' unbounded Vertues of this ONE Do amply for their Faults attone With the Eternal Compensation make And all the rest of Female kind are pardon'd for Her sake FINIS * Hampton-Court first built by Cardinal Wolsey