Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	cloud_n	earth_n	rain_n	2,189	5	9.5355	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65123	The passion of Dido for Æneas As it is incomparably exprest in the fourth book of Virgil. Translated by Edmund Waller & Sidney Godolphin, Esqrs.; Aeneis. Book 4. English.	Virgil.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.; Godolphin, Sidney Godolphin, Earl of, 1645-1712.	1679 (1679)	Wing V634; ESTC R219245	11,743	83

prayse To you and to your Cupid will be paid That two such Gods one woman have betray'd I know with what designe you us'd this Art Planting Aeneas thus in Dido's heart Suspecting least these walls of Ours might prove Faithlesse to him if not secur'd by Love But shall this partiall quarrell never cease May we not now ●ixe on eternall peace Fair Dido loves and feels your golden Dart Give but like ardour to Aeneas Heart And we wil rule this State with equall power And give the Trojan Carthage for a Dower Venus replyes seeing the wife of Jove To crosse the height of Roman greatnesse strove With this deceit What madnesse can refuse Friendship with you where you a friendship chuse But whether Jove will favour this designe And the great people in one Empire joyn This in your prayers who are his wife doth lye Juno returns Impose this taske on me For what is now in hand let this suffice The Trojan Prince with his unhappy prize The wounded Queen to chase the flying Dear Soon as the beams of Morning-light appeare Hyes to the Fields there on the goodly traine A darkning shower I 'le pour of hayl and raine Shake heaven with thunder while the pale troop rid● Disperst with fear and lo●t without a guide One Cave in her dark bosome shall afford Shelter to Dido and the Trojan Lord And if as I propitious to their love You shine this shall their Hymeneall prove All rites shall here be done Venus with smiles Consents but laughs within at Juno's wiles The morning come early at light 's first ray The gallant youth rise with the chearfull day ●harp Javelins in their hands their Coursers by They walke amidst the hound's impatient Cry Neerer the gates the Tyrian Peers artend And waite the Queen now ready to descend Her prouder Steed as fill'd with high disdain ●tamps the dull Earth Chavves the frothy Reine Mounted at last her golden Quiver on ●y'd up with gold her Hair which gold-like shone Her purple garment claspt with gold in head Of her fair troop the brighter Queen doth lead With these the Trojans and their great Chief close As one fair stream into another flows He like Apollo in his light and heat When he returnes unto his Native ●ear Of Delos and fresh verdure doth restore Forsaking Xanthus and the Lycian shore Thus he on Cynthus tops his own retreat Securely walkes thus welcome and thus great ●he Dryop●ans and the Cretans by ●o doth his quiver clash not lesse then he Aeneas shines like beauty's in his face And in his motions like attractive grace While thus they climb the pathless hills the cry ●ursuesthe fearfull heards which headlong fly ●own to the vales and on the boundlesse plain 〈◊〉 longer chase in view of all maintain But glad Ascanius spurrs his willing horse ●ow these now those out-passing in the Course He wishes some incensed Bore his prey Or Lyon from the Hills would Cross his way Mean while the gathering Clouds obscure th● Po●● They flash out lightning and in Thunder roule A bitter storme succeeds the troops divide And ore the Hills disperst to Coverts ride One Cave in her dark bosome doth afford Shelter to Dido and the Trojan Lord. Heaven shines with fire earth shakes at this success The Conscious air is fill'd with Prodigies This was the hour which gave the fatall blow The pregnant spring of all succeeding woe Tender respects no more have power to move The haplesse Queen no more she hides her love But doth hir Crime express with Hymens name And lives expos'd a Theame to various fame Fame the most swift of ills which in her course And motion spreads and flying gathers force Sprung from a scarce discerned seed doth tread On the Low ground but lifts to heaven her head She as 't is said was of that monstrous birth The latest Sister which the teeming earth Brought forth to war with heaven it self alone Surviving all her brothers overthrown Thousands of plumes advance her easie flight As many eyes enlarge her piercing sight As many eares to catch reports and then As many tongues to spread those tales agen The silent night cannot the voyce allay Of this ill boading Dame in the bright day She sits upon the Citty walls a spy And takes delight all fears to multiply She now through Lybia's Empire doth diffuse Talk of Aeneas and th' unwelcome news Of Dido's love that he late fled from Troy Such envi'd power and greatness doth enjoy This the leight Dame proclames in every Ear And to Iarbas doth the message bear Iarbas who had felt fair Didos scorne Joves Son of ravisht Garamant is born Who hallowed had to his great father's name An hundred altars which together flame With ceaseless incense to the powers above Eternall fires pledges of humble love Mad with the news the Lybian Monarch layes Prostrate himself before the Throne and sayes All powerfull Jove propitious to the Moors Whom Lybia more then any Land adores Beholdst thou this or doth in vain our fear Ascribe just vengeance to the Thunderer She who a stranger with out leave have gain'd Possession here from us the power obtain'd To plant a Town hath thought her self above The prize and merit of our Ardent Love Yet now with joy receives into our Land The flying Trojan and his Conquered band Resignes to him her beauty fame and power Prefers the Phrygian to the scorned Moore Is this our pay our recompence while we Consume our flocks in sacrifice to thee While thus he pours his grief before the shrines And Sacred Altars mighty Jove inclines Looking on Carthage and the amorous paire Who in their pleasure quench all nobler care He thus bespeaks his swift Ambassadour Go Son and hie thee to the Tyrian shore And to the Dardan Prince whose generous fire Is now betrayed by Love and low desire This message bear 'T was not this destiny His fairest Mother promis'd us when she Preserv'd him from the powerfull Arms of Grece She gave us then far other hopes then these That he from conquer'd Alba should extend His Empire to the Worlds remotest end And spread the fame of Teucer's mighty race If in his thoughts these honours have no place If he have lost all sense of high renown Ah can he yet envy the Towers of Rome To his Ascanius and fair Latium's sway This message to the Phrygian Prince convay And bid him hoise his sayles Swift Mercury Takes the command and through the Ayr doth fly His shining wings of Gold and in his hand The Ensigne of his power his sacred wand That wand which long-clos'd eyes doth blesse with light And seals up others in erernall night With this he cuts the Ayr and yielding Clouds At length sees Atlas top Atlas which shrouds His pine-Crown'd head in Heaven and doth sustain Incessant stormes of new form'd wind and rain Here first he stoops low as the earth and then Imployes his wings with all their speed agen Till the vast