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A11194	The tvvo famous pitcht battels of Lypsich, and Lutzen wherein the ever-renowned Prince Gustavus the Great lived and died a conquerour: with an elegie upon his untimely death, composed in heroick verse by John Russell, Master of Arts, of Magdalene Coll. in Cambridge.	Russell, John, d. 1688.; Russell, John, d. 1688. Elegie upon the death of the most illustrious and victorious Prince Gustavus Adolphus King of Swethland &c. aut	1634 (1634)	STC 21460; ESTC S116282	35,062	94

hazard of a Fight The sunne-burnt Spaniards too were present there And if proud looks their Enemies could fear Sure though but few they were yet they alone A greater Armie would have overthrown Th' Italian now renowned more by farre For am'rous Courtship then for skill in Warre Yet hither came resolved for to die Or to defend Romes hated Monarchie And now my Muse repeat each great Commander That did attend Swedens Imperiall Standard For sure it is not fit their Names should die Or yet in dark oblivion buried lie Duke Bernard the sole Glorie of the day The Left Wing did for their prime Guide obey The King himself did the Right Wing command And at the Head of Steinbocks Troups did stand The Battell was conducted by Grave Neel A valiant Swethe and clad in shining steel Betwixt them and the Rear a compleat Band Of Musquettiers did Hinderson command A hardie and experienc'd Scot whom Fame Hath in these warres eternis'd with a Name The Battell of the Rear Knipphausen led A Noble Souldier and a skilfull Head To whose fair conduct did their Enemies owe The greatest part of their sad overthrow The Right Wing Bulach led a Colonell Of no small Spirit as his foes can tell Ernest of Anhalt did the Left Wing guide A man in Warres well exercis'd and tri'd Behinde their backs and in the utmost Rear A Regiment of Horse reserved were Which are by Oeme conducted whose stout heart Not any dangers could have made to start Now had GVSTAVVS speech his souldiers fir'd And double vigour into them inspir'd Make me sayes he your Pattern if you see That once I shrink I give you leave to flee This having spoken without further pause With speedie hand his shining blade he drawen Then waving't o're his head he doth advance Toward his Foes with fearlesse countenance And now their throats those fierie Engines stretch Whose sound and furie such a distance reach And ere one can behold or see his Foe Doth wound him deadly with a farre-sent blow In Aetna's sulph'rie cell inclos'd doth lie If we will credit grave Antiquitie A Monstrous Giant who is prison'd there For that to fight ' gainst Heav'n he did not fear As often as he turns his sides for room He fills Trinatria with a pitchie fume Disgorging from his hellish jawes such smoke And duskie flames as the pure aire do choak Ev'n thus black Lutzen for a time did shroud Her mournfull face within a pitchie cloud Proceeding from the Cannons fierie breath That ne'r speaks lesse then slaughtring wounds death No sight doth now appeare but the bright blaze Which the inflamed sulph'rie dust doth raise Here many Noble Spirits who did scorn To shrink for dangers were in sunder torn By those resistlesse Balls whose furious Course Cannot be stopt by any humane force Oh how my Muse deplores the Fates of those Who nothing wisht but to behold their foes That so their Valour when they once had tri'd Might by their Enemies be testifi'd Some murd'ring shot their noble thoughts prevents And furiously their corps in sunder rents And which their manly hearts could not endure Kills them within a cloud of smoke obscure The angrie Steeds offended at the noise That thundred from the Cannons iron jawes Do fling and spurn and scarce the curbing rein Can their proud sp'rits in any rank contain They fain would rush through midst of smoke and fire As if their breasts did burn with greater Ire The slaughtred heaps that round about them lie Cannot at all their Courage terrifie The brazen Trumpet Echoes in their eares Whose pleasing sound doth fright away all feares What Muse is able to rehearse or tell What direfull slaughters in this fight befell When humane Bodies onely do oppose Against the Cannons castle-rending blowes Whose Furie would make hardest rocks to shiver Whose very sound doth make the earth to quiver Whose hellish breath is able to command Most firm-cemented stones to fly like sand Squadrons of men were too weak walls to stay Such dreadfull force as would have found a way Through Rocks of hardest iron and would make A spatious Tower with its blast to shake No wonder then to see the field so spread With scatt'red limbes and bodies strucken dead When as the Cannon and the Culvering Their flaming furie round about do fling A murd'ring Curto here a rank doth spoil And there another sweeps away a file A brace of Demi-cannons here doth play Which through a squadron make a rugged way So blustring Boreas when his rage he doubles And Sea and Land with furious motion troubles From sturdiest Oaks their rended branches throwes And all the field with these his ruines strowes The unaffrighted Swethes marcht forward still And up again those breaches quickly fill Valiant GVSTAVVS with an angrie eye Sees how his foes their greater shot did ply With too too much advantage for he found Their Pieces mounted on the higher ground And on firm platforms the Imperialist His Ordinance could traverse as he list While that the Swedish more uncertainly Did in their motion at their Foes let flie The Swethes had left them now no other way To hinder this their so unequall play But on their Cannons mouthes to march and so To stop their throats and make them overthrow Their own defenders For these Engines are Of such a hellish temper that they care Neither for friend nor foe but both alike With equall slaughter will their furie strike In ancient fights when as they us'd t' advance In their first front a square of Elephants Who wheresoe're their unresisted force They chanc'd to bend they made an headlong course And with their massie Bodies over-laid All that their furie would have checkt or staid Sometime on their own Squadrons they would turn And under feet their chiefest friends would spurn With such a vengefull Rage as if that those They had mistaken for their deadliest foes Thus in these modern Warres it oft doth chance That the loud-roaring Shot and Ordinance Being once reverst upon their friends will thunder And without mercie tear their ranks in sunder Courage my Hearts cries Swethlands noble King And then his troups through show'rs of lead doth bring Just in the Cannons face who roar'd and spake So loud that all the neighb'ring Hills did quake But in their way a traverse ditch was made From whence with frequent shot their Enemies plaid Full in their teeth This trench them safe did hide And made them all the Swedish shot deride Till the provoked Swethes came storming on And made them wish them further off and gone At that same time the Crabats had a minde To fall upon their carriages behinde To seise upon their Arms and Ammunition And to blow up their Powder and Provision Bulach observes them with a watchfull eye He charg'd them home and made them quickly flie These light-arm'd Crabats never use to stand For any space and fight it hand to hand But if at first encounter they have mist They

did strive Their Enemies before them for to drive Now Pappenheim being come did reinforce Th' Imperiall troups with new supplies of Horse He added Courage to their stagg'ring Bands And made them charge again with willing Hands He rang'd himself in the Sinister Wing Which as he thought opposed Swethlands King But as his Cornets now stood ord'red fair And he himself did for the Charge prepare A Bullet from a Falconet is sent Whose deadly force his arm and shoulder rent Soon it transcoloured his shining Steel With bloud and made this haughtie Captain reel He that the town of Magdenburg did spoil And levell'd all her buildings with the soil Whose Execrations as we may presume Did hasten on his unexpected Doom But when his Captains and Commanders saw Their Generall his latest breath to draw He 's slain He 's slain aloud they all did crie Then facing it about away they flie Ere they had fought one stroke or in the field The faces of their Enemies beheld But those Imperials whom his presence set On a fresh charge stood to it stiffly yet And with such massie Squadrons overlaid The Swedish Troups that they were backward swaid Here Coloredo and Tersica too With Picolomini the fight renew With no small Furie and with many hands Which light upon Grave Neels and Winckles Bands The first of these above the knee being hurt His Souldiers from the Battell did transport Though after this he did not long survive And thou brave Winckle wert fetcht off alive With double wounds But thy Vice-Colonell Was stricken down and did not scape so well Though thus th' Imperialist victoriously Did for a while the Swedish Squadrons plie And now his Cannon had resum'd again Which erst he lost yet for it was he fain T' exchange so many of his bravest men The flow'r of all his Infantrie and then So soon their deer-bought bargain to give over Which the bold Swethes quickly from them recover There did old Bruner on th' Imperiall part A skilfull Captain lose both life and heart The young Count Wall'nstein by some unknown hand Was likewise there shot dead upon the sand There Fulda's Abbot di'd whose sacred head Was pierced by the rude and impious lead That never to distinguish yet would learn Nor be conjur'd a Mitre to discern From a steel Helmet but impartially At all alike his unstaid force doth flie Here had the fiercest of the Battell been Here likewise was the greatest slaughter seen The sturdie Swethes had learn'd to fight and die But never yet had learn'd to shrink or flie The ground which erst their warlike hands defended They cover with their Bodies now extended Death well might winne from them their lives but loe Their ground he cannot force them to forgo But now Knipphausen who with watchfull eye The slaughter of his Vantguard did descrie Most readie is to stop encroaching fear He sends them up two Brigades from the Rear The one Count Thurn the other Mitzlaffe led Who gladly did their waving Colours spread And marching forward with a speedie pace Their now triumphing Enemies do face Having within a reaching distance got They did salute them with their thundring shot Which without ceasing they so roundly pli'd That now th' Imperials hearts were terrifi'd Being so lately tired they could not For any space endure a Charge so hot What could be done by Valour or by Skill Was there perform'd they stand it out untill The eager Swethes by force and weightinesse Expell'd them from the place they did possesse Once more th' Imperiall Cannon they had wonne And turning them to thunder now begun Against the Wall'nsteiners At that same houre Bernard that noble Duke with all his Power Of Horse and Foot fiercely assails those bands And Regiments where Coloredo stands Who did as then like some unmoved rock Receive th' impression of his mightie shock At which the Duke did slacken his first heat And back again did orderly retreat But here once more the vap'rie mist descended And for a while both sides from blowes defended But when this cloudie curtain drawn aside Gave space to both the Armies to be ey'd Wall'nstein did two of his chief Captains send To see what now the Swethlanders intend At that time Bernard and Knipphausen joyn'd And both together had their Troups combin'd Their shatt'red Regiments they did repair With fresh supplies and made them straight square These Scouts return'd and to their Duke relate How that the Swedish meant to iterate The fight afresh and did in Battell ray Their bloudie Ensignes once again display And orderly were marching on amain Resolving for to conquer or be slain Duke Bernard doth espie th' Imperiall Horse Retreating from them in an even course Then twentie Cannons did he make to roar With such a vengefull furie that they tore Both Horse and Man defac'd both rank and file And their fair Martiall order quickly spoil Making their troups confusedly to show While on the grasse their mingled bloud doth flow And which before not any colour knew But the fresh green is di'd with purple hue Here the proud Steed who scorn'd spurn'd the ground Stretcht dead upon the same is quiet found And there another who did fiercely neigh And bravely did his reared crest display Is with a fire-wing'd bullet stricken dead And mangled lies without a crest or head Here was a file of Horsemen cut in sunder By direfull force of this resistlesse thunder While th' untoucht Horse do start and fling about And so the next disorderly do rout The Swedish Cornets soon th' advantage spie And with a sudden charge upon them flie Before it thundred now a storm of hail And smaller shot their stagg'ring troups doth quail And then these haughtie Cavaliers begun With swift and more disord'red pace to runne Their Infantrie no better then did fare These also by the Swethes repulsed are Who now prest on and pli'd their Volleys round And shouldred out th' Imperials from their ground As when two Currents do adversely roll And seek each others motion to controll A while they seem pois'd with an equall force And both alike repell their spatt'ring sourse Till one of them assisted with a blast The others waves doth headlong backward cast Thus did the Swethes by force and Martiall toil Compell th' Imperials backward to recoil But those that in the mud-wall'd Gardens lay Farre more securely for a while did play Under protection of those earthen Banks Upon the Swethlanders encroaching ranks But they enrag'd at this unequall fight Advanced tow'rds them with a vengefull spight And like a Tempest storm'd upon their trenches Which soon with slaught'red bloud their furie drenches And now the Sunne wearied with this sad sight Began from them to hide his shining light He now did seem with his declining beams To kisse the Oceans azure-colour'd streams When lo a rumour was disperst by some That Pappenheims Foot-Regiments were come Duke Bernard then rallies again his Horse Resolv'd t' assail them with his