Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	angel_n	holy_a	praise_v	2,203	5	9.2962	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55289	A Poetical essay devoted to the glorious memory of our late queen occasion'd by a number of poems and sermons upon her death.		1695 (1695)	Wing P2736; ESTC R17446	4,780	12

A POETICAL ESSAY Devoted to the Glorious Memory Of Our Late QUEEN Occasion'd by a Number of POEMS AND SERMONS Upon Her Death Virtutem incolumem odimus Sublatam ex oculis quaerimus invidi Hor. LONDON Printed in the Year MDCXCV A POETICAL ESSAY Devoted to the Glorious Memory OF Our Late QUEEN Occasioned by a Number of POEMS and SERMONS upon her Death POets and Priests alike aspire to Fame In paying Tribute to MARIA's Name But with this Difference suted to each Trade The Poets lay her in a Past'ral Shade While th' others make her Heav'ns High Throne invade Yet we this pious Fraud might Priests forgive Did they conceal the Arts by which they live Since they would have 't her chief Design did lie To raise their Faction call'd the Church more high To cramp the Blessings of her glorious Reign And to a few the Sovereign Good restrain No wonder that they her a Goddess make And for Divine her great Example take But as she liv'd above their Forms she dy'd And seiz'd that Seal of Grace they 'd have deny'd Though Nature could not Faith the Bread † Alluding to the Dispute about her receiving the Sacrament when she was not able to swallow receiv'd While at the Folly of the Priests she griev'd I go she said to the Just Judg above Who my sincere Intentions will approve Bless'd Words instructive to all times to come Worthy to be inscrib'd upon her Tomb An Abstract of those Vertues of her Life Which fitted her to be our Caesar's Wife Nor was such Sense mere Lightning before Death A Beam from Heav'n ushring her parting Breath For long before her elevated Mind Was from the Ferment of Church-Dregs refin'd Churchmen would have the Rights of Kings Divine Not to be sever'd till themselves resign But She Religion much more sacred held And that her Father against that rebell'd To this bright Cause her Hero She resign'd Pleas'd when with Rebels so miscall'd he join'd Nor did She think their Civil Rights below The Benefit which Heroes Mankind owe. Her Holy Dreams did the Success prevent Anticipating Fate 's benign Intent A Canopy of State Angels had spread And with a sev'ral Crown adorn'd each Head To Man and Wife did equal Right proclaim A Right which from the Choice of Heav'n and Nations came Nor was this all the Vision did contain It shew'd the Glories of her shortned Reign How prais'd and how admir'd She kept the Throne Making no Crime of Ancestours her own Then She the Action at the Boyn descry'd How Caesar and his Fortune stemm'd the Tide How like the God of War he Terror spread While to sure Victory his Troops he led To future Fights She followed on the View And amidst thousands his Distinction knew Fear hardly ever touch'd her tender Breast Whatever Dangers on her Warriour press'd She saw his Angel brightning all around Healing if not diverting every Wound Discern'd the numerous Trophies yet in store Till humbled France of him shall Peace implore Thence to her raptur'd intellectual Eye A more delightful Scene did open lie The many Years She numbred by her Smiles Peace and her Hero are to bless the Isles Which the calm Influence through the World disperse England being Center to the Universe Tho She foresaw how ill Men were prepar'd T' enjoy th' Advantages they might have shar'd And that She must be hast'ned from our Eyes Before we should her Vertues duly prize Pretended Friends would her Usurpress call Or let a Vail o're her best Actions fall The Prospect of the Good that will ensue The many Suns with Blessings to renew While He who next to Heaven possess'd her Heart Like that to all Mankind shall Good impart Made her not feel the Thorns about her Crown Nor could her Enemies extort a Frown Could She have Nature forc'd to be severe They would have been converted by their Fear Yet She in this follow'd Her Saviour Who shewing more his Goodness than his Power Was disesteem'd by the Rebellious Jews Who did their King ordain'd by God refuse Had either been what Samuel had foretold The Manner of the most should Empire hold Our Murm'rers had been hush'd with those of old The Malice of the Jews Triumphant was When Christ to his Celestial Throne did pass But Men through Ages of their Miserie What 't is to fight against God's Pleasure see Our Kings and Queens of Saxon Blood he chose The Danes † Consult the old Historians which mention the Claim of the Danes and the Right of William I. and Normans on that Title rose In our departed Queen and present King The best of all that Race he did to Empire bring Who would not this kind Gift of Heav'n receive Too late will at their Opposition grieve They fancy'd that our Sov'raign's Pow'r decreas'd As soon as the soft Partnership had ceas'd Not knowing that the Beams of Light diffus'd To yield less Force than when contracted us'd Who glory that their Interest now revives May want an Intercession for their Lives Of ‖ A known Story in the News Letters for the Truth of which Verse needs no Voucher which for Omen they his End may take Who breath'd his last as he his Boast did make Death stopp'd his Curses and his fatal Joy God did for this no Instrument employ Shewing how that blind Party shall it self destroy Some think that Miracles were out of date Since the first Ages of the Christian State They at the Martyrs Tombs believe 'em wrought In Confirmation of the Truths they taught But when new Doctrines set up for Divine For then Confusion may not Wonders shine So long the World with Torism was o're-run Conviction with so powerful Spells they shun That their Magicians will with most prevail Till their fierce Serpent's swallow'd with its fiery Tail For all the Wonders of the blooming Rod Men murmur'd soon at Moses and his God Such we have here Men of a slavish Mind Like * Vid. Barclay's Icon Animorum Russian Wives griev'd at a Pow'r that 's kind These the Egyptian Leeks and Garlick chuse Before the Manna those Celestial Dews Heav'n to the Wicked would no Heav'n be found Till it their former Thoughts and Habits drown'd Hence the old Instruments of lawless Might Keep such a pother with a vanish'd Right A Right t' enslave all but the Sacred Tribe Who liv'd to curse the Rules they did prescribe Till their Artillery on themselves was turn'd They the apparent Mischief never learn'd The Pulpits then join'd with the People's Voice And a Deliv'rance was the General Choice But when the bloodless Work of Heav'n was wrought The Battel being before by William's Angel fought Who back to Acheron † Flectere si nequeant superos Acheronta movebunt drove the Prince of th' Air Leaving the conj'ring Jesuits to despair Since which they can't their Belzebub excite But some weak Ghost impatient of the Light That Light which over King and Queen did spread And now unites