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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	eternal_a	life_n	soul_n	14,602	5	5.1897	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36529	The Dreadful apparition, or, The Pope haunted with ghosts in relation to Sir Edmund-Godfrey's murther, and the visitations of the late sainted traytors, who suffered for the Romish-cause : the figure by the verses at large explained.		1680 (1680)	Wing D2151; ESTC R36101	1,975	1

THE DREADFUL APPARITION OR The POPE Haunted with Ghosts In Relation to Sir Edmundbury-Godfrey's Murther and the Visitations of the late Sainted Traytors who Suffered fo● The Romish-Cause The Figure being by the Verses at large Explained 〈…〉 am not I Pope of Rome torment me not before my time is come F. you are Cause of my Continuall pains My soule is Lost for your Ambitio●s gains O Christ who mercy 〈◊〉 for th●e With Bloody hands 〈…〉 〈…〉 and be forever blest 〈…〉 that happy place of rest I am perplexed with perpetuall fright TO Godfreys Ghost I wish all things 〈…〉 〈…〉 may haue our Pope of Rome 〈…〉 Lo us depart and 〈…〉 fate NVNCIO HOrrors and Death what dismal Sights Invade His Nightly Slumbers who in Blood does Trade The Ghostly Apparitions of the Dead The Bless'd by Angels Dam'd by Demons Lead 'T is sure Romes Conclave must Amazed stand When Souls Complaining thus against them band Who All but One to please Ambitious ROME Have Gain'd Damnation for Their Final DOOM Hear how They Curse Him all but He who fell Great Brittains Sacrifice by Imps of Hell Who shew'd Their Bloody Vengeance in the Strife To Murther Him who Business had for Life 1. POPE HOw do my Eye-Balls Roul and Blood run back What Tortures at this sight my Conscience Rack Oh! Mountains now fall on me some Deep Cave Pitty me once and prove my speedy Grave Involv'd in Darkness from the Seated Light Let Me abscond in Everlasting Night Torment me not you Shades before my time I do confess your Downfalls was my Crime To Satiate my Ambition and Revenge I push'd you on to this Immortal Change But Ah! fresh Horrors Ah! my Powr's grown weak What art thou Fiend from whence or where O Speak That in this Frightful Form a Dragon ' s hew Presents One Sainted to my Trembling View 2. FIEND BY Hells Grim KING 's Command on whom I wait I 've brought your Saint his Story to relate Who from the black Tartarian-Fire below So long beg'd Absence as to let you know His Torments and the Horrid Cheat condole You fix'd on him to Rob him of his Soul POPE Oh! spare my Ears I 'le no such Horrors hear 3. COLEMAN You must and know your own Damnation's near You must e're long be Plung'd in Grizly Flame Which I shall Laugh to see tho' rack'd with pain Thou Grand Deceiver of the Nations All Contriver of my Wretched Fate and Fall Thou who didst push me on to Murther Kings Persuading me for it on Angels Wings I should Transcend the Clouds be ever Blest And be of All that Heaven cou'd yield possest But these I mist got Torment without Rest For whilst on Earth I stand a Hell within Distracts my Conscience pale with horrid Sin Instead of Mortals Pardon One on High I must your Everlasting Martyr Fry Whilst Name of Saint I bear on Earth below It stirs the Flames and much Augments my Woe POPE Horrors 't is Dismal I can hear no more O! Hell and Furies how I have lost my Pow'r 4. Sir E. GODFREY SEE Sir this Crimson Stain this baleful Wound See Murther'd me with Joys Eternal Crown'd Though by the Darkest Deed of Night I fell Which shook Three Kingdoms and Astonish'd Hell Yet rap'd above the Skyes to Mansion bright There to Converse with Everlasting Light Thence got I leave to View thy Wretched Face And find my Death thy Hell-born PLOTS did race And next to the Almighty Arm did Save Great Albion's Glory from its yawning Grave From Sacred Bliss my swift Wing'd Soul did glide Conducted Hither by my Angel-Guide To let thee know thy Sands are almost run And that thy Thread of Life is well-nigh Spun Repent you then Wash off the Bloody Stain Or You 'l be Doom'd to Everlasting Pain 5. ANGEL Come Worthy of Seraphick Joys Above Worthy Our Converse and Our Sacred Love Who hast Implor'd the Great Jehove for One Who Shed thy Blood to Snatch thy Princes Throne In this thy Saviour's Great Examples shown Come let Vs hence and leave Him to his Fate When Divine Vengeance shall the Business State POPE I hill Horror seizes me I cannot flye Oh Ghastly yet more Apparitions nigh 6. WHITEBREAD THus wandring through the Gloomy Shades at last I 've found Thee Traytor that my Joys did Blast Whose Dam'd Injunctions Dire Damnations Seal'd And Torments that were never yet Reveal'd Mirrihords of Plagues Chains Racks Tempestuous Fire Sulpherian Lakes that Burn and ne'r Expire Deformed Demons Uglier far than Hell The Half what We Endure no Tongue can Tell This for a Bishoprick I Undergo But Now would give Earths Empire wer't not so POPE Retire good Ghosts or I shall Dye with Fear 7. HARCOVRT Nay stay Sir first You must my Story Hear How cou'd you thus Delude your Bosome-Friend Your Foes to Heaven and Vs to Hell thus send Damnation seize You for 't e're long You 'l be Plung'd Headlong into vast Eternity There for to Howl whilst We some Comfort gain To see You welte in an Endless Pain And without Pitty justly there Complain POPE Ho! Cardinals anl Bishops hast with speed Bell Book and Cindle fetch let me be free'd Ah! 't is too late by Fear Intranc'd I lye 8. BISHOP Heard you that Groan with speed from hence let 's flye 9 CARDINAL The Fiend has got Him doubtless let 's away And in this Ghastly place no longer stay BISHOP Dread Horrors ce●se me Fly for Mercy call Least Divine Vengeance over-whelm VS ALL. FINIS Printed for J. Jordan at the Angel in Guiltspur-Street without Newgate 1680.