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A pindarick poem on the happy coronation of His Most Sacred Majesty James II and his illustrious consort Queen Mary by Mrs. Behn.
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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concern its vast excess All stretch themselves beyond their native height At more advantage to behold the Sight That Sacred sight which though each day we view 'T is every day all Charming Dear and New So on Olympus top the GOD appears When of his Thunder he disarms And all his atributes of mercy wears The sweetness of Divine forgiving Charms With Smiles he casts his Gracious Eyes around Inspiring FAITH from ev'ry look and Grace No Soul so dull to humane sense was found As not to read its safety in His Face Where Fortitude and Brabery sate In solemn Triumph over Fate Where Truth in all her honest Glory shin'd That darling vertue of His Godlike mind So well His looks and Soul accord The kind Confirmers do confess How like a King he does profess How like a GOD maintain His Word O ye fond hapless unbelieving few Ye Obstinate ye Stubborn stiff-neck'd crew Who love your fears of insecurity And have like Witches your infection hurl'd To torture and disease the World Come and be cur'd of your blind Sorcery That Hell-born Malice that your have exprest And Damn'd your selves meerly to Damn the rest You whom no word of King or GOD can calm But wrest'em both to your convenient sense Who like Land Pirates bless the Storm When the rich Ship-wrack proves your recompence By different Kings your Vertues have been try'd The Pious Peaceful and the Brave were given But still that Hypocrite self-interest sway'd And you dislik'd because the choice of Heav'n So the fond Iews their Faithless murmerings show'd Rebell'd for change though Govern'd by their GOD. As a bright Evening Crowns a Glorious Day NORTHUMBERLAND brought up the Reer NORTHUMBERLAND the Lovely Young and Gay Blest by the Crowds and to the Souldiers dear A charming Youth of Royal Race His God-like Father pictur'd in his face With a soft mixture of his Beautious Mothers Grace XXVIII Thus the great charge they to the Temple bring There not to make but to confirm the King So the Triumphant Ark with Songs was born And sanctify'd the place it did Adorn And Lo The opening Scene of the third Heav'n appears Where Glory sits Enthron'd above the Stars Where no faint Mortal object meets the Eye But ev'ry where 't is all Divine All Raptur'd Ioy all perfect Extasie Where Angels and Dominions joyn Where Principalities and Powers combine And round the Sacred Throne in wond'rous order shine Where every sense receives the full delight Seraphic Musick Charms the Ear The Eyes are Ravisht with incessant Light And Hallow'd Incese fills the perfum'd Air. The Soul with Noblest touches blest Disdains the scanty confines of the breast And flatterers where emencer Glories play And greedily it seeds on Heav'nly joy XXIX Mistaken School-men you who vainly strive Just Notions of Eternal Bliss to give By dull comparison with thing 's below Saphers and Diamonds Chrystal Gold and Light By lessening Objects time and pains bestow To Paint what cannot be conceiv'd by sight Henceforth the Sacred Mansion to display And tell us what you mean by what ye say Describe Great IAMES and LAURIA's Coronation Day Tell how they sate Enthron'd with Rays of light What Hosts of Angels did Adore the sight Describe the Hallelujah's of the Crowd VVhen thrice with joyful cries they gave Assent aloud Tell how the awful MONARCH Mounted stood And by the best of Mortals make us guess the GOD. Tell us that so Mount SINAI's top He blest VVhen to his People he dispenc'd the Law VVhen shining Glories all the God-head drest And all below ador'd the wonder that they Saw And when the Ministering Powers yea would express Describe the Reverend Clergy in Pontifick dress And who would tell us how th' Almighty speaks When Angels bow with awful list'ning down From Ely's Sermon the best Rhetorick takes Elly that Ornament of the still Loyal Gown And when Heav'ns brightness ye would make appear Behold the QUEEN and copy it all from Her XXX All Hail thou born of more than Kingly Race Monarchs and Poets did thy Lineage Grace At once the Crown and Lawrel drest The Royal Family of ESST Great ARIOSTO from Thy Race did Spring That taught his Hero's how to Love and Sing May all the Ioys Triumphant Beauties Bless And all Chast Lovers fancy in Success May all the Glory that on Empires wait With ev'ry quiet of retreat Crown your soft hours and be in Heav'n confirm'd While to secure you Blest the adoring Worlds concern'd Great Prince of wonders and welcome to that Throne Both to Your Vertues and Your Sufferings due By Heav'n and Birth-right all Your own You shar'd the Danger share the Glory too Whom Providence by Numerous Miracles wrought Through all the mazes of Misfortunes brought You mount the unruly World with easie force Reward with joy but Punish with remorse The wanton Beast Restive with ease has lain And 'gainst the Rider lifts the sawcy heel But now a skillful hand assumes the Rein He do's the experienc'd Conquerour feel And finds his head-strong Disobedience vain Proud of his Glorious load he leaps and bounds Becomes the Beauty of the neighbouring Plains New Life and new Activity he gains And through the Groves his cheerful Neigh resounds Lives Glad and Gay beneath that Generous Rule That ne're will let his useful Mettle cool FINIS ADVERTISEMENT A Pindarick on the Death of our late Sovereign with an Ancient Prophecy on His Present Majesty Written by Mrs. Behn A Poem Humbly Dedicated to Her Sacred Majesty Catherine Queen Dowager on the Death of her dear Lord and Husband King CHARLES the Second by Mrs. Behn A Pindarick Ode on the Sacred Memory of our Late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES the Second To which is added another Essay on the same occasion by Sir F. F. Knight of the Bath THE Vision A Pindarick Ode Occasion'd by the Death of our Late Sovereign King CHARLES the Second by Edm. Arwaker M. A. The second Part of the Vision a Pindarick Poem on the Coronation by Edm. Arw A Poem on the Sacred Memory of our late Sovereign with a Congratulation to his Present Majesty Written by Mr. Tate The Elegies are sold single or in one Volume by Henry Playford near the Temple-Church
A PINDARICK POEM ON THE HAPPY CORONATION Of His most Sacred MAJESTY JAMES II. AND His Illustrious Consort QUEEN MARY By Mrs. BEHN LONDON Printed by I. Playford for Henry Playford near the Temple-Church 1685. A Pindarick Poem ON THE CORONATION I. ARise my Muse Advance the Mourning Head And cease lamenting for the Mighty Dead Quench all the Funeral Tapers in your Tears And as the fainting flames expire Let your soft falling Tides retire While you behold the Prospect that appears In the vast Glories of succeeding years Advance and throw thy sable weeds away And string thy Lyre for some Harmonious Lay Worthy the Celebration of this Mighty Day Come ye soft Angels all and lend your aid Ye little Gods that tun'd the Spheres That wanton'd sung and smil'd and play'd When the first World was by your Numbers made And Danc'd to order by your Sacred Ayrs Such Heavenly Notes as Souls Divine can warm Such wond'rous touches as wou'd move And teach the Blest to Sing and Love And even the Anger of a GOD wou'd Charm O Tune it high and strike with bold success But sweet and gentle every strain As that which once taught by the Charming Swain By its soft force the Spirit disposest From the great King and Prophers raging Breast II. Yet when thou woud'st the Royal HERO sing Thy Godlike PATRON and they Godlike KING Rough as a useful storm make him appear Or as that welcome Eastern Wind By which th' Almighty Pow'r design'd Th' Egyptian Locust from the Land to bear Resolv'd as the first Messenger of Heav'n To whom the great Command was giv'n The first Born Rebells to chastise Who while the flaming Sword he bore 'T was only to declare his Pow'r And unusurpt maintain his Paradice Paint him like Mars when Battails were in view And no soft Venus cou'd his Soul subdue All bent for nobler spoil than Beauties Charms And loos'd a while from Sacred LAURA's Arms. LAURA the Chast the Pious and the Fair Glorious and kind as guardian-Guardian-Angels are Earths darling Goddess and Heav'ns tend'rest care III. But oh my Muse when e're thou do'st presume To touch on so Divine a Theam Let it be Nature all thou do'st indite That those who read in Ages distant hence May feel the very Zeal with which I write And by th' unlabour'd Verse be warm'd to tender sense That future Lovers when they hear Your all-ador'd and wond'rous character For sure the mighty LAURA's Name will Live As long as Time its self survive May find the Holy Passions you inspire Such awful flame such hopeless pain Wander and trill through every trembling Vein And Bless the Charmer that Creates the Fire Bless the soft Muse that cou'd express Beauty and Majesty in such a dress As all the World Adoring shall confess Oh fond seducer of my Nobler part Thou soft insinuating Muse If ever inspiration did impart The Soul of Musick or Poetick Art Teach me oh teach me how to chuse Fancy for so Divine a Theam O thou inchanting Muse IV. The Glorious Ides of April now were come And Heav'n all open'd to survey The Mighty Triumphs of the Blessed Day And Earth had drest her self in all her Bloom And sent abroad a universal joy Ten Thousand Angels fill'd the glitt'ring Air And all was Harmony above O're all the Azure plains the Golden Cherubs move And Seraphins were chanting every where Gay Robes of Light the young Divinities put on And spread their shining Locks to outvie the Sun On Pillows form'd of yielding Air they lye Plac'd in the mid-way Regions of the Sky On Iury Lutes and Silver Harps they play'd And gave the Sacred PAIR a Heav'nly Serenade Call'd forth the wond'ring Crowd the Beaut'ous throng While all the Host of Heav'n attended on the Song V. Awake Oh Royal Sir Oh Queen ador'd awake For whom our Triumphs and our Songs we make The Sleepless Crowds their early duties show Th' attending Hierarchies of Angles bow All Heav'n and Earth with one united joy Expect the mighty business of this coming Day All Languish for its blest approach but You You to whom Glory 's can no Luster give Whose Beams like the expanded Sun Adorn what e're they deign to Shine upon But no exalt addition can receive Thou HERO of th' expecting world arise Shake off the downy pleasures from thy eyes And from the softest Charms of LOVE Arise From joys too fierce for any sense but Thine Whose Soul whose Faculty's are all Divine So Bodies when refin'd all Heav'n survey While feebler Mortals faint with ev'ry ray O rise from the inchanting Ravisher Nor listen to the Musick of Her Tongue Her Angel Eyes and Voice so conqu'ring are Love will make humbler Glory wait too long VI. And Thou bright Goddess of the Day For Whom all longing Eyes and Hearts prepare These tender panting those soft Tears of Ioy And with impatient Murm'rings fill the Air O Charming Goddess of the Day appear Full of Thy Blest Idea they disdain A vulgar thought to entertain Big with Prophetick Ioy they lab'ring wait To utter Blessings wonderful and great This day no rough Fatigues of Life shall vex No more Domestick Cares the mind perplex All common thoughts are lost in the vast crowd of Ioy. This Iubilee this Sacred Holy-day The Soul resolves for Mirth and Play She leaves all Worldly thoughts behind And in Her hast out-strips the wanton Wind Wou'd ev'n her early vows neglect to pay But that to Heav'n you guide the way When for Your safety all agree to Pray The Poor Man now forgets his pressing needs No Penury his exalted looks confess Neglects the Body while the Soul he feeds On fancy'd pleasures scarce arriv'd in guess No sad Complaints ascend the Sky's No Nymphs reproach'd in Lovers sighs Or Maid forsaken bends her lovely eyes All with erected Looks salute the World None bow beneath the Pressure of a thought Unless where Envy has her Vipers hurl'd And raging Malice even to Madness wrought They hate the Light that guides the work Divine And how'l and gnash their Teeth and suffer Hell before their time The Brave are glad and gay the young rejoyce The old in Prayers and Blessings lift the Voice Virgins the wealth of Flow'ry April bring And all the Muses and the Angels sing VII Behold the HERO the blest Voice obeys And like the God of Luster gilds With early Beams the Eastern Hills And by degrees th' adoring World surveys So the bright Harness he puts on And in his hand Divine he takes the Reins And with life-giving Rule the God maintains The Glorious Empire of the Sun With ease he guides the fiery Coursers round And heat and life and light do still abound And all things smile and thrive that are in Nature found Now fiercer Rays of Brightness he assumes And ev'ry Minute do's inlarge his Beams Till to the farthest Poles their Influence spread And scatter Plenty where his Glory 's shed While all the guilty fantôms of the Night Shrink from