Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	bring_v	king_n	queen_n	4,239	5	6.8428	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65485	Britannia iterum beata: or, A poem-narrative of Her gracious Majesties departure from Lisbone with her thrice-welcome arrival at Portsmouth. By W. W.	W. W.	1662 (1662)	Wing W141; ESTC R217647	4,189	11

Which from the spreading middle up doth sprout Of her so mountanous yet moving root Whilst the poor Brittons longings and their fears Do think it more then thrice three seven years But see now how the Saylors thronging stand Who shall discover first and shew the Land Unto the ready Queen whose wandring eyes Do fetch long Journies in the seas and skies In vain when a too-forward sea-man cries With chearful Voyce See where Great Britain lies Then did directly point at that which he Nor any of his Fellows sure could see But for his credit at length there appears A Bank which to the skies his sharp Head rears He seen sees and as the Queen drew nigher The Hill grows proud and still strutteth higher And now each gentle Gale affords their Eyes More then thrice welcome fresh Discoveries The British shores are crowded all along VVith a still praying and expecting throng VVho furnish'd since their own eyes could not do 't Each with a glazen eye to play the scout These wandring to and fro at length did meet A happy one with the advancing Fleet. He joy'd cries out See how they cut the Main See how attended with a scaly train The wooden hills do roul see how they show With Sayls like walking mountains topt with snow But 't was not long that onely this and some VVere happie for now all cry out They come And whilst they gazing stand each private eye Without a help each Pulley can discry Now Peasants dancing from aloft do give A welcome to the Queen with a Long live The courchying Shepherdesses too stand by For joy clad in the gay months Livery The Queen observes and bids the Pilots ride Neerer unto the high Cliffs craggie side Over whose top the wealthy soil doth peep To see her new Queen while she 's in the deep The panching Rocks fain would fall asunder That they might welcome her with a thunder Such as they know will do the neighb'ring Forts VVith roaring Ecchoes of their Guns reports The trees all bow and drooping seem to stand Because their roots now tie them to the land But by their messenger the VVinde they strow Those waves with leaves o'er which the Queen doth go From whom these soft amusements stole the thought Of landing till she to her Port was brought To whose blest shore the Pilot with glad pride His sad and melancholy Bulks doth guide Grieving since past all dangers of the sea They in the Haven now should shipwrack'd be And now thus to receive their heaviest doom As banish'd Traytors when returned home They onely to their King their lives resigne But these their dearest All their KATHARINE The Sayls now flagging fall the Streamer too Which us'd with dancing courtship so to woo The wind into the sayls now hangs his head The fluttering Jack resolves no more to spread But see the flaming shore doth now express The better contrary in its excess And whilst her sands the Queens advancing feet Do bless a thousand thousand hearts them meet And thrice thrice-loyal ones are all thrown down To pave a Causey for them to the town Whose gates she with the like joy enters through As Londons did great CHARLES not long ago The Peoples shouts now fill the smiling skies They Vows with sparkling Bonfires sacrifice VVhere round them doth a busie small crowd stand Each hath a liberal though little hand The Pavements all do by their lustre shine VVhilst some allay their heat with lustie wine The Chanel drunk yet gulping doth he go And whistles joy as he reels to and fro And whilst some sweating do the Bells employ The Steeples know the cause and dance for joy The lofty Towers which o'er the rest do clime Do with their singing Cannons too keep time In fine nought else but general Joy is seen Each action eccho'd with Long live the Queen The tongue-ty'd Babe which can nor speak nor go Doth with his shrug and smile express it too His little gelly'd hands joyn'd seem to pray Both for his Queen and many such a day Great CHARLES ere this had heard a fresh Express Speak Portmouths joy and Britains happiness He straight glad London leaves the first time he Did leave her that he gone she glad could be Her streets have fires too but her hearts within Have more to sacrifice them to their Queen To whom ere this he swell'd with joy doth bring Great Britains All wrapt up in her great King And now they interview but what they say Is for the gods to speak for us to pray May he now tie their hands which ty'd their heart And may the world give end before they part May from them both to future England spring Such as himself a good a valiant King May also after-ages from them shine With such as she a vertuous KATHARINE To this let all but sea-men cry Amen May our blest Queen ne'er go to Sea agen FINIS