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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36451	Albiana a poem humbly offered to the memory of our late Sovereign Lady, Mary, Queen of England, &c. : address'd to Her Royal Highness / by Mr. Dove.	Dove, Henry, 1640-1695.	1695 (1695)	Wing D2047; ESTC R12464	3,365	13

ALBIANA A POEM Humbly Offered to the MEMORY Of Our LATE Sovereign Lady MARY QUEEN of ENGLAND c. Address'd to Her Royal Highness By Mr. Dove Quibus justi Causam narrabo Doloris R. Rapin. LONDON Printed for Daniel Dring at the Harrow at the Corner of Chancery-Lane in Fleetstreet and Sold by John Whitlock near Stationers-Hall 1695. ALBIANA A POEM c. BEhold the Tragick Scene does nearer draw Was ever such a Solemn Pomp of Woe The Royal Sister all dissolv'd in Tears And for deep Mourning deepest Sorrow wears The Weeping Prelates and the Mournful Chief Of ALBION weep and Boundless is their Grief But loe when Present at the Fatal Tomb Nature's abode and Earth's obscuring womb Which must from Humane Sight for ever screen The British Glory in the British Queen Our Grief renews and on each Face appears Deep signs of Sorrow mix'd with wilder Fears The Languid Princess sighing o'er the Grave Like Rachel weeps and will no Comfort have For Grief in such extremity is shown As if with Tears they 'd melt the Marble down Who can less grieve to view the dismal Scene Pale Death Exulting o'er a conquer'd Queen A Queen whose Life with circling Glory shone Bright as the Day and splendid as the Noon Mighty in Power and in a Kingdom Great The early Care but late neglect of Pate Inhumane Death Thou Mortal Bane to Joy Quick in Revenge and ready to destroy Cou'd nought but Sacred Majesty asswage Thy Watchful Envy and thy Boyling Rage Worst of all Ills How justly we complain The Fate of Her in whose thrice Happy Reign The true Religion smil'd and Genial Peace Did ever Bloom and with her Years increase How cou'd that Empire fall Or how decay When Pious Virtue did the Scepter sway In her Devotion was that Flaming Sword The Cherub held our Eden-Land to Guard I'th'mid'st of Empire Hem'd about with Care She saw more need to be more Pious far And tho' she had less leisure than before To be Devout Yet still she Pray'd the more So much she Pray'd so much her God did grant Heav'n scarce had Blessing to supply her want In Acts Religious she wou'd persevere Nor to the Sabbath wou'd those Acts deferr Since ev'ry Day that Sabbath was to her And as above the Angels never cease From Hallelujahs Prayer and Songs of Peace So From Devotion she wou'd never stay But wou'd contemplate when she cou'd not Pray So Full of Heav'n Her Zeal was nought but Prayer That sure she thought herself already there Singing amidst a Quire of Cherubims Immortal Anthems and Immortal Hymns So well acquainted with th' Affairs above That when from hence she did alas remove Nothing was strange nor Nothing there was new For what below she at a distance knew Was there Presented at a nearer view Her Love was Copious as her Boundless mind Not to this Limit or that Rule confin'd Grateful to all and to th' Afflicted Free Piteous of Wants and kind to Misery For most kind Heav'n did e'er on her bestow With open hands she Minister'd below Thus good she was and yet her Charity Was both from Pride and Ostentation free Unknown to some she did her Gifts bestow That most reliev'd did scarce the Donor know Her Court was like the Courts above For there The Gates of Mercy always open are Wide as her Bounty so her Palace stood To which the Needy might repair for Food All were admitted to partake the Dole And Catch the Manna which wou'd surely fall Returning Crowds from thence you might have seen Returning Praises to their God and Queen Matrons and Infants busie with her Fame And prattling Children lisping out her Name Her timely Pity did their Cries prevent And gave them shelter from the Storms of Want Never did Grandeur so become a Throne And ne'r was Greatness less unenvy'd known Scarce any murmur'd that she was so great But wish'd her all the Donatives of Fate And when their Tongues their meaning wou'd beguile Pleas'd in their Hearts they Curst her with a smile How wondrous Courteous ALBIANA was When through the Crowd she leisurely did pass Drawn in a Chariot how the Goddess smil'd Awful as Pallas and as Venus mild As Cedars lofty yet submissive too As Flowers that stoop beneath the Morning-dew Humility did all her Actions move Her Gesture Words her very Looks were Love Adorn'd with Britain's Crown she seem'd to be Like Juno's self and look'd as Great as She. Yet Humble as a Shepherdess whose Head Does wear a Garland that her self had made But Hold my Muse Retard thy Hasty Flight Drive not too near this Radiant Source of Light Be not like Daring Icarus too Bold The Sun at distance we may best behold As unhewn Diamonds shine not half so Bright But Cut asunder dazle with their Light So let us take her as she was in all Spotless almost as Eve before her Fall Dear to her God as any Woman cou'd Near to Perfection and supremely good Beauty in Her Transparently did shine Outwardly Fair and inwardly Divine Her Form was God-like and with Virtue join'd An Angel's Face and a Seraphick Mind One Look of Hers our Passions wou'd controul Charming to the Eye and Pleasing to the Soul So good that what for Ill she did suspect Reason made Choice and Prudence did direct In Empire Vers'd and read in Civil Arts She aw'd her Subjects while she gain'd their Hearts For Gladly all that Monarchy obey'd Where Wisdom rul'd and Mercy chiefly sway'd To whom for Pardon must the Guilty plead Since she who was all Clemency is dead To whom appeal to ward the Blow of Fate To whom must Life apply for longer Date Since she the Cherub has quite left the Mercy-seat Oh ALBION mourn thy ALBIANA gone Speak loud of Woes and let thy Grief be known You Seas must mourn You Rocks and Cliffs must weep And shed your Tears into the Briny Deep And O! thou Earth whose wide extended Veins The Hallow'd Body of the Queen contains Cou'd Fate the British Queen of Life Divest And Thou not groan nor heave thy pensive Breast Thou in a Mighty Earthquake shou'd at least Have told thy Sorrow and thy Grief exprest And O! you Skies and thou blue Firmament Why in some Wonder did not you lament Why did not you in Elemental Jars Declare your Loss Or weep in Falling Stars And all ye People of this wretched Isle Why stand not you around the sacred Pile Why stand not you around her Monument To raise your Grief and make you more lament But most of all you Beauties who have lost A Queen whose Beauty you might justly boast Why do not you in wildest dress appear With Garments flowing and dishevill'd Hair In ecchoing Sorrow and a hollow Moan Tell to the World your ALBIANA's gone Oh! Why was such a Soul ordain'd to stay Within the Cements of such Feeble Clay But yet more strange that ALBIANA must Be Doom'd to mingle with Plebeian Dust Death shooting sure no certain aim did take But without knowledge kill'd her by mistake And Heav'n regardless of what pass'd below Stood unconcern'd and Neuter at the Blow Loud be my Sorrow louder my Complaint Flow fast my Tears let Grief have no restraint Whilst ALBIANUS I thy Loss repeat Thy Mighty Loss in ALBIANA's Fate Now who must Govern here when thou art gone And in thy Absence fill the Vacant Throne Returning Victor from thy Martial Toil Who must Caress and meet thee With a Smile Thy ALBIANA's gone For ever fled The Queen of Britain and of Beauty's dead Pale are those Lips and that once lovely Face And Cold that Body which thou did'st embrace Extinct those Eyes on which thou oft has gaz'd Which shone like Empire and like Glory blaz'd No more her Charms shall soften all thy Cares No more her Tongue divert thy thoughts of Wars No more art thou to Revel in those Arms Silent's that Tongue and dead are all those Charms Since then Great Monarch thine 's the greater Grief We Mourn a Queen but thou what 's more a Wife And since thou hast so just a Cause to mourn And Nothing can the Tide of Sorrow turn Tumultuous VVar must give thy Heart Relief And with its Clamour drown the Cries of Grief Yet may such Grief a fit Revenge afford And may thy Tears be Fatal as thy Sword Doubly incens'd with Sorrow and with Woe Press boldly on and meet the Daring Foe Cover with Slaughter all the Belgick Plains With Floods of Gore and such like dreadful Scenes Till Victory shall Court thee into Peace And sweetly Calm thy stormy Thoughts to ease Oh Heav'n why did'st thou so much Light reveal And with a Cloud the Morning Lustre Veil As one who trav'ling late renews his pace And with the Sun wou'd gladly end his Race When on a sudden by departing Light He 's left encompass'd with the Shades of Night So ALBIANA did from hence remove No more to shine but in some Sphere above Night now does all its Ghastly Forms display VVhile wretched we expect no Coming Day Now Mighty LAUREAT and you Bards of Fame Who have by Verse acquir'd a lasting Name You whom ripe Judgment and maturing time Have made you Fam'd and Deathless as your Rhime To you it does belong to Deck the Hearse Of ALBIANA with more manly Verse For I am Young and with wild Thoughts abound Walking in pathless and uneven Ground But if strict Judgment did my sense Controul And fix'd some Limits to my roving soul In stronger Verse my willing Muse shou'd tell How ALBIANA Liv'd and How she Fell. 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