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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62974	Mausolæum, a funeral poem on our late gracious sovereign Queen Mary of blessed memory by N. Tate ...	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1695 (1695)	Wing T194; ESTC R186	6,784	23

Rank'd with Divine Eliza distant Fame Early resounded my MARIA's Name But when that Brighter Phoenix I Survey'd I blest the Fate that me an Exile made Forgave and for my Persecutors Pray'd Me Prostrate and Astonish'd at Her Charms The Royal Saint rais'd gently to Her Arms In hast She stept from Her Imperial Throne To dry my Tears but not restrain'd Her Own Ah! where is all that Heav'n of Pity Fled Life's Sov'reign Patroness Her Self is Dead Death reap'd in Her the full Revenge He Crav'd Reprizal made of all the Lives She Sav'd Now Tyrants with uninterrupted Joy May you once more your meager Fiend Employ Give Famine new Commission to Destroy No more shall streaming Charity o'erspread The thirsty Vales in Thousand Currents led Fate 's envious Hand Has here Seal'd up the gen'rous Fountain's Head Instruct me Grief unable to sustain Thy pressing Weight to whom shall I Complain To Earth or Skies 'T is they that have Engross'd 'T is they that share the Treasure I have lost To Seas ' There Thetis Comfortless appears And for Her Self reserves the Ocean's Tears To gentle Winds and Air if I Complain They can but Sigh and Sigh like me in Vain Nature Replies when her Relief I try That She has lost and grieves as much as I. Or would I to MARIA's self Address The Royal Refuge of my past Distress The Queen of Pity I no longer find Enthron'd but here ah fatal Change Enshrin'd High rapt in heav'nly Bow'rs Her Spirit remains Her breathless Reliques a deaf Tomb contains Them sleeping here my Cries no more can move Than reach her Soul 's transcendant Sphere above Ye happier Rivals in our Common Grief You mourn but not like me without Relief Britain and Belgia through the Main can roam Enrich'd with Treasures of Both Indies come And like an Altar deck MARIA's Tomb. Her Hierarchy does fair Eusebia bless Secure She does Her sacred Rights possess And stores of gratesul Incense can address What Tribute to Her Ashes can I give Who only did by Her Indulgence live A Wretche's last Reserve I will bestow My Tears but see They uncommanded flow Like Weeping Niobe's their Streams renew O that like Her I could turn Marble too She ceas'd EUSEBIA then her Starry Head With mournful Grace unveil'd and sighing said If Strangers can such deep Concern express What Accents will susfice for my Distress Of these Remains can I sustain the Sight Who claim a Subject's and a Daughter 's Right Nurs'd with her warmest Beams whose Lustre fill'd My Front with Stars and did my Mitre gild She fix'd my Altars first Her Guardian-Care Then to enlarge my Courts did gen'rous Schemes prepare Adorn'd my Shrines with Lamps so heavenly bright They cou'd at once Astonish and Invite Me swift-advancing Glory did presage Once more Triumphant o'er the Dragon's Rage Eve new created no such Pleasure took Her own bright Form discov'ring in the Brook And wheresoe're Her ravish'd Eyes She threw Still to have blooming Paradise in view So I at my own Happiness admir'd Ah where are now those golden Dreams retir'd Their faint Idea my sick Thought employs A cold Remembrance of departed Joys As Ship-wreckt Mariners on some bleak Shore The Riches of their perisht Freight deplore Recount its Value to indulge their Grief Of Wretchednefs the sad but sole Relief Let me the Treasure I have lost declare Too vast for Time and Nature to Repair Be husht ye Winds ye Skies serene and clear No lowring Cloud or angry Wave appear While my MARIA's Virtues I recite O were my Language like Her Virtues Bright TheCharming Sounds wou'dGuests from Heav'n invite Heav'n wou'd be Here and with Immortal Lays My self a Seraph while I Sung her Praise What ancient Poets did inspir'd aver Of Female worth was Prophecy of Her And what their Age by Revelation saw Posterity must from Her Story draw Her Breast each cent'ring Excellence cou'd boast The scatter'd Virtues of Her Sex engrost Nor did those Beams on Her refracted Fall She All possest and in Perfection All. Cou'd Majesty and Mildness reconcile Hold Sov'raign Awe yet on Her Subjects smile And when of Sov'raignty She slack'd the Rein Charm Duty most and condescending Gain Her Thoughts unruffled with Affairs of State Stood like the heights of Teneriff sedate Like Phoebe in her Empire of the Skies To Glory's Zenith did Serenely rise Nor only Calm but Constant was Her Mind Fix'd as the Centre to Earth's Globe assign'd A Fortress which the Fates in vain assail'd And where the baffled King of Terrors fail'd Chearful as Angels or the Springing Day That tunes the Groves and makes the Meadows gay For blameless Mirth Heaven 's Off spring is confest And Heav'n was ever in MARIA's Breast Her Words and Actions all exactly weigh'd In Reason's Scale and by Discretion sway'd Alike from Prejudice and Passion free Henceforth of Prudence shall the Standart be Her Freedoms just and Her Diversions taught To shun the very Shadow of a Fault Let Heav'n with Heav'n She Correspondence held Say how my Saint in Piety excell'd Its sinking Empire how She did support And to a Sanctu'ry reform'd a Court. Say how Her bright Example cou'd disarm Establish'd Vice and make Religion Charm What frequent Visits to my Temple pay And there Instruct Devotion how to Pray Where thronging Cherubs did Her Zeal attend Ambitious who should with Her Vows ascend But Charity Her Souls essential Grace In tend'rest Strokes was pictur'd in Her Face Who like an Angel cou'd at Suff'rings melt Condole the Mis'ry She had never felt Reliev'd till Royal Bounty She had drein'd Then with Her Tears th' exhausted Store maintain'd Kind as the Pelican in Times of Need When for Her craving Off-spring said to bleed Such was my Sov'reign Such and yet expir'd To Earth so needfull yet from Earth retir'd Earth's Harmony Life Lustre and Delight Have hence with my Astraea took their Flight Yet see no wreck of Elements is found Time journeys on and Nature keeps her Round Our Vales may bloom again our Groves be green No more the Goddess of the Spring be seen She 's fled divine MARIA's vanisht hence And sleeps with Queens of common Providence Like Them She has to Fate resign'd Her Breath O Triumph of the Grave O Pomp of Death With Her entomb'd Youth Beauty Vertue their Interment have O Pomp of Death O Tryumph of the Grave Yet Tyrants live ah what can Reason say They keep their Thrones who Iron Scepters sway Support me Faith if Faith too feeble be Support my Faith MARIA's Piety She pauz'd and wept BRITANNIA tho' with equal Grief opprest Majestick thus her Orisons addrest Hail Saint and Queen too weak alas that Style Hail Heroin and Goddess of our Isle My Pallas who cou'd absent Mars supply And Jove withdrawn like Juno rule the Sky Empire She priz'd not tho' to Empire born Nor sought the Pow'r She cou'd so well adorn Yet held Her British Throne securely calm As Deborah within her Grove of Palm From