Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	eternal_a	life_n	13,347	5	4.9974	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04233	Loves tyranny: or, Death more welcome then disdain. Being the tragedy of Leander for the love of Roxane. Lovers beware, for in loves smiles the fates, to ruine two adventurous mortals waits; women like syrens, first with charms allure, untill they wound, then leave us without cure: such fate Leander found, and for disdain, took death's kind portion, which expell'd his pain: to the tune of, Let the critticks adore, &c.		1678-1682? (1682)	Wing L3288; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[314]	1,206	1

Loves Tyranny OR Death more welcome then Disdain Being the Tragedy of Leander for the Love of Roxane Lovers beware for in Loves Smiles the fates To Ruine two Adventurous Mortals waits Women like Syrens first with Charms allure Untill they Wound then leave us without Cure Such fate Leander founds and for disdain Took Death's kind portion which expell'd his pain To the Tune of Let the Critticks Adore c. AH how drousie's the Skies Now black Night does arise From the Ocean And all the bright Fires Seem void of desires And of motion While my flames I do discover love charges my Breast Oh the Nymph there does hover that 's my portion of Rest They 'r creating a Desire and such hopes of a Bliss As my thoughts do inspire She does leave me confin'd And as swift as the Wind she does flie me Whilst here all alone I do breath my sad moan she does try me Melted in feavors of Passion like a Phoenix I 'm fry'd So beyond alteration my fierce Torments abide And I straight am made Fuel to the Beams of her eyes Till each moment she grows cruel and my Flame does despise The second Part to the same Tune WHile the beautious fair Does wound with dispair I must perish Vnless her bright face Will yield my Love place for to Cherish Oh! her Angel-bright beauty does so Charm with Delight That I think it my Duty through the shaddows of night For to follow her flying I and sadly complain And implore her still sighing for to ease my great pain And when Purple morning The Skies is adorning each Meander Of the wide Grove I importune for Love and do wander While as Eccho replies with a doleful harsh sound Thy Roxane she now flies which like death's shafts wound So that still she 's Creating a Composser of Fate Which surpasses the relating the wonders so great Oh I fear some one sips From her fair Corral Lips the sweet Necture While I sigh here in vain And to Woods do complain I neglect her Once more I 'le arise from my mournful cold Bed Though with Charms that surprize she does strike me for dead I 'le press on to those pleasures though I perish in Love Oh! those sacred Treasures do so powerful prove I 'le no longer dispair Thus tormented with care and sad Fancies But clasp'd in her Arms There I 'le perish with Charms and with Glances Oh 't is better to be Dying then continually grieve Or at least for to be trying she perhaps may relieve This so woful disaster that Love hath now wrought Or to drive an fate faster while to moan I am taught Or before 't is too late I 'le revive my sad state e're I slumber And in Death's cold shade For Ages am laid without number But O what now appears from yon Cypress Grove How revived are my fears 't is the Queen of my Love Ah! where fleets thou my joy what a vision was this So soon gone to destroy my short fancy of Bliss Oh! make room in the shades Lovers Ghosts for life fades and is flying Oh! I 'le not always hear This Eternal dispair to be dying Then he drew his keen sword and cry'd thus with a wound I 'le a Cure now afford that Appollone'r found Oh! then into that Breast which Death could ne'r fright The fatal steel prest and his soul took flight