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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42842	A poem, occasioned by the magnificent proceeding to the funeral of Her Late Majesty Queen Mary II of blessed memory from the Royal Palace of White-Hall, to the Collegiate Church at Westminster, the 5th of March 1694/5 / by P.G. ...	Gleane, Peter, Sir, 1672 or 3-1735?	1695 (1695)	Wing G848A; ESTC R21715	6,948	15

pass Rending to Atoms that admired Mass Now all this Pomp this August Cavalcade Is but an humble offering to her Manes paid Costly enough indeed yet highly due Both to her Honour and our safety too For had her Manes no fresh Honours seen They'd never thought of Albion again But left th' unhappy Isle in Anger and Disdain Had not th' Body which the Gods preferr'd With best and Choicest Honours been Interr'd That Body which could frozen Hermits thaw And into Continence mad Lust could awe Those very powers which have the Good in store Would n'ere have blest ungrateful Albion more But now they 're pleas'd with this lamenting Train Pleas'd with the Tears of ev'ry Street and Plain Pleas'd with the Ecchos which the Rocks return From Mountains Woods and doleful Vales that mourn For which the tender Guardian Genius waits Still hov'ring o're our Heads protects the State From all the By-Blows of sinister Fate Observe continu'd she this aged Tribe How well the day of Mourning they Describe How well this melancholy Train of Years Open the melancholy Scene of Tears How doleful how surprising they appear Like wandring Ghosts wrapt in benighted Air Or half-liv'd Hermitesses tir'd of Breath Cloath'd in the Palid Livery of Death Think that you hear them speak their inward Grief Blaming the long Delays of useless Life Living so many Years and she so few To whose Improvements many more were due With such complaints exhausting all their Tears Would fain expire but cannot for the Fears Of more Fatigueing with Revolving Years Thus venerable Age makes its Defence And out-pleads Poverty for Reverence Nor do's such Grief appear in those alone From whom the Heat and Strength of Life is gone For see the Sons of Ma●s Youth 's full of Blood Of British Blood and obstinately Good Who thought it once Divertisement to see The Common Throws of Vulgar Destiny Now Droop and Languish at the awful Fate Which can alone attack the Good and Great Now fearful Paleness stands for Martial Red And Sorrow circles every Warlike Head A Passion never known in Souldiers Breast But for the Sense of Private Honour lost The British Banner's which have Conquer'd too As far as e're the Roman Eagles flew Now Furl'd with Sadness Dull and Pond'rous are And yield no longer to the Pliant Air. Observe th' Inanimate Machines of War How dull their Sounds how flat their Eccho's are The Drum 's and shriller Trumpets Voices break Without their sprightly Emphasis they speak They 've mourn'd to Hoarseness and have spent their Breath And Sound no longer Victory but Death Take next the humble Off'rings of the Quire Who tho' their Notes are low their Key no higher Yet with a mournful Symphony take pains To imitate at least Seraphick Strains Those Strains that welcom'd blest Maria's Ears And sang her Entry to the Heav'nly Spheres But as the Swan sings her own Elegy They 're better set for Death than Harmony See too the dismal Face of all the Court Where all the lively gay and young Resort How languid Grief the sanguine Smile destroys Grief bred by this Reverse of Humane Joys Such as their Grandeur and their Pleasure cost In which the Easiness of Life is lost And what 's yet more Irrep'rable I mean The blest Example of their Pious Queen Nor do's this vast Metropolis Retain It s solemn Tribute but has sent a Train Of Gowned Magistrates Experienc'd Years To shew th' Emporium lying all in Tears Tears which from that Society were due For Publick Cares and Private Favours too Nay Prudent Int'rest forc'd them to attone The Watchful Manes of Maria gone Which when appeas'd might to the Trade be kind And save their Ships from raging Seas and Wind Which hov'ring Paramount by Sea and Land Might all the Marine Gods and Nymphs command To clear their Way from Pyrates Rocks and Sand To land their Cargo and enrich the while Her once so loving and beloved Isle Here next the Nation 's Council do's appear Call'd by the Fate and Exigence o' th' Year Who from the Toil of Business and the Care At home of keeping Peace abroad of War Are come to make their sad Procession too And 't is but what their Country bids them doe 'T is what they would themselves could they appear At once and bring their mighty Numbers here But Heav'n forbid such Dangers e're should be Lest a returning Deluge we should see And Tears should swell the Thames next flux so high To make th' Establish'd Iris falsifie Here Sir as in a Landskip you may stand And take a Prospect of the mourning Land Here 's Grief in various Phases divers Strains The Grief of Cities Burrows Rural Plains Of Counties Provinces and Marine Ports Each simply striving for the best Efforts How their Resentments they may best Reveal And best express their Loyalty and Zeal The Glorious Footsteps of her Reign Express Those Halcion Days of Ease and Happiness And thereby most their Countries Honours raise For Love and Gratitude's the worthiest praise Nor here the Passion stops but does you see Farther Ingross the whole Community The second State is like the Third opprest And sure the First is more than both the Rest Tho' Generous Passion Princely State and Care Will not permit the Royal Person here The Aulic Peers and Prelates who best knew Her way of Thinking and of Living too Can make the best and justest Estimate Of all we lost in her precocious Fate Can juster Zeal and Greater Passion be Hem'd in the Verge of strait Mortality No! For a larger you must upwards go This strides the highest Badges here below The Noble Coronet and Mitre too The Lawn and Ermin both are sulled now For they no more must her Decorum see No more their Precepts and Advice must be Strengthn'd with all that Force and Energy Which sprang from those Bright Paths in which she went Whose pattern Clench'd the Christian Argument This This is the truely Lamentable since The World Persues the' example of their Prince See next the Royal Open Chariot drove Not much Inferiour to the Wain above For That and Ours may the same Office have To draw Eclipsed Planets to their Grave For such Maria was such as ne're Star Made nobler Figure in our Hemisphere But since her Aether sally'd out with Breath And she bright Orb was crusted o're by Death That Part which could no Influence Emit Her Royal Sun Her Phaebus has thought fit Should with a solemn Pomp by all be seen And drawn to Darkness in this brave Machine Her Orb her Scepter and her Richer Crown Glad once she took them up now sad she laid them down See how they follow and their parting Mourn They Tempt they Sigh and wish her to return But O! 't is Vain For 't was not out of Love Of them she staid but for the Work of Jove Which e're she touch'd her Zenith and 't was Noon She had accomplish'd and return'd too soon Too soon to go soon as