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Thrænodium Britannicum a funeral poem to the memory of William Duke of Glocester / by the author of The carmen natalitium.
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Author of the Carmen natalitium.
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Thraenodium Britannicum A FUNERAL POEM TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM Duke of Glocester By the Author of The Carmen Natalitium Tantaene animis coelestibus irae LONDON Printed in the Year 1700. A FUNERAL POEM ON THE Duke of Glocester YE Heav'n-Crown'd Brows what diff'rent Hinges move Our Interests Below and Yours Above Whilst Your best Joys our Bitt'rest Tears must cost You 've found an ANGEL we a GLOC'STER lost When Reverend Royal HEADS in Dust are laid The Tears we owe like common Debts are paid Our Griefs are there an easier pangless Woe With half a Pain does the Cold Tribute flow We those Great Dead to Rest and Peace resign When the Grave claims her Due we less repine But when our whole Young HOPES are in their Bloom Of GLORY snatcht to a Devouring Tomb A warmer Grief waits those Vntimelier Vrns The Bloodshot Eye to that sad Object turns And as the scalding Torrent falls it burns The Minion of our Joys in all his charms Torne from our Hearts our Souls our Eyes our Arms Here the affrighting King of Terrors stands With his Tyrannick Arbitrary Hands O! GLOC'STER at this Shaft this killing Scene Thine is the Wound but Albion's all the Pain Thou Sleep'st in Peace lull'd to Eternal Joys But Oh the Blast our sickning Bliss destroys That Vniversal Shock thy Fate must give In more Convulsions then thou dyest we live In GLOC'STER's growing Spring our Happy Isle Cheer'd with kind Providences warmest Smile Of that Young Atlas of her Throne possest How was the fair Britannia more then Blest So much her Darling GLOC'STER's Charms she felt Till to those heights her soaring Transports rod She Gaz'd with Wonder with Devotion knelt No Thanks could bend too low to Bless the giving GOD. But whilst her Eyes on this Bright Object staid The Lovely FORME and fairer SOUL survey'd She saw those Sweets those Early Beauties shine Proud Natures Masterstroke in every Line Perfections all Divine so heap'd so mass't Oh the Immortal Pencil drew too Fast Snatcht from our Sight all our fond Hopes must cease The World 's Vnworthy of the FINISHT PIECE Such BLESSINGS were but too profuse a Shour W' had been too Rich and Heav'n would give no more But thou Young HERO such thy Morning Beam Oh GLOC'STER when on that Illustrious Theme Recording Time all Rapture all Delight Shall the Memoirs even of thy CRADLE Write How shall he guide his shaking Pen to tell The frighted World how the keen Thunder fell At whose dread Bolt e'er half his Soaring Pride Drop'd from his Cedar Perch the Royal EAGLET Dy'd Oh ne'er forgotten GLOC'STER touch'd so near What has the Mourning Albion World lost here When Great MARIA's Call to her Dear Heaven Pride of both Worlds by Men and Angels Lov'd To Bleeding Albion that deep Wound had given Such VIRTUE to her Brighter Throne remov'd Who would beleive there was in Fate that Blow Far far beyond Her Loss that narrower Woe A Blow which Albion's deeper Tears must melt More Universally Deplor'd and Felt. Yes GLOC'STER our summ'd Hopes in THEE weigh'd down The Lighter Jems in Fair MARIA's Crown Stinted by Fate her bounded Glory less MARY the present Age could only bless Convey'd thro' Thy Rich VEINS what Smiles of Heaven To Endless Worlds thy Lengthned life had given But since our Undeserts have GLOC'STER lost Thy Death POSTERITIE's long Sighs must cost Yet Vnborn Ages shall thy Mourners be Even the Entail of Blessings lost in Thee Of all the shining Roofs the Royal Piles Blest with that sacred NURSERY's kind Smiles That now in Rueful Blacks their Glories hide Unhappy Windsor what 's thy falling Pride Beneath this fatal Shock thy Genius bows Down to the Earth he bends his Towry Brows Sable and Shade hang thy proud Domes all o'er Varro thy Pencil-Glory shines no more Nay the Great Albion's Guardian Saint that calls His Constellated WORTHIES to thy Walls Invested there with HONOUR's Noblest JEM The Azure Circle and the Orient Beam He and his Radiant Troop their GLOC'STER wail Low in the Dust their Dragging Streamers trail Even in that Choir where once all GLORY Sung Where Blazon'd Crests and Glittering Trophies hung Now broken Sighs and discord Murmurs jar Their Heads all droop at GLOC'STER's setting STAR And thou Romantick Chief so far renown'd With thy Poetick Laurels round thy Head For that bold Stroke the British Champion Crown'd A Conquer'd Dragon and a Rescued Maid Oh could thy great Reviving Genius wake More darling Miracles to undertake Englands True Tutelar Saint true Heaven-crown'd Head Whither would thy Immortal Glory spread The Founder of thy Albion's Deathless Joy Coud'st thou have wrestled Heav'n and sav'd the BOY But are his Funeral Rites confin'd alone T' a wailing Pallace and a Mourning Throne His Dirge must to remoter Regions sound With GLOC'STER's Sable hang thy Temples round Yes Albion when this Blow so dear must cost The promis'd Champion of thy ALTAR's lost The happier smiling World around thee see All boast their great revolving Jubilee Whilst this sad Face thy louring Aera bears Commence Thy Century in Sighs and Tears When for th' Irreparable Loss we grieve If Infinite Additions can receive In GLOC'STER's Fate Death owed our World that Spight As even to make Affliction Exquisite Death sometimes does a kind of Pity take To the Sick Bed his slow Approaches make The Sorrow there does with Gradation flow Prepar'd we mourn and hear th' Expected Blow In GLOC'STER's Wound he struck with that Surprise Our Ears he startled e'er he swell'd our Eyes Oh 't was but Yesterday the Lovely BOY Hemm'd round with Triumph hail'd with Songs of Joy The Great Lucina with a Train so gay Her Annual Rites we saw the Goddess pay Joy that ev'n warm'd the Spring and cheer'd the Day All the whole Grove with warbling Ecchoes rung On every Bough the Feather'd Musick Sung All with one Rival Harmony contend Loaded with Choirs the pendant Branches bend But whilst the Philomel thus Charm'd our Ear Was the sad boding Raven's Croak so near Stood the dire Sisters with their Fatal Twine The Grinning Three so nigh the Smiling Nine Too rapid Fate whilst with that Torrent speed The Funeral Griefs the Birth-Day Joys succeed We heard the Great Inverted FIAT call From Light and Joy swift Woe and Darkness fall And one Involving Chaos swallows all Alas had some kind Interval between The Smile and Tear remov'd the fatal Scene Perhaps it had a little eas'd the Pain But Providence here made a Studied Blow When Griefs keen Point stabs truly through and through 'T is fresh Remembred Joy makes the deep Sense of Woe Yes Woes like Shades are but Privation all And 't is the standing Height that makes the Fall Distress lies light at a Borne Beggars Door Who have been Rich are only truly Poor Thus like the Merchant on a Flattering Sea Whilst in one Bark our Albion TREASURE lay All safe Below and all serene above With what full Gale our swelling Glories