Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
house_n	black_a	king_n	mate_n	22,551	5	15.5669	5	false
house_n	black_a	king_n	mate_n	22,551	5	15.5669	5	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55357	The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.	Poole, Josua, fl. 1632-1646.	1657 (1657)	Wing P2814; ESTC R1537	330,677	678

earths bunchy back Earth furrows up her brow and stormes to feâ—le The cutting gashes of the wounding steele Ploughman V. Swaines VVhose hands have made a vow And sworne alleageance to the peacefull plow That with his plow Doth give the earth a new but forrow'd brow That as he tuggs along Sweetens his labour with some tural song That to his merry teame VVhistles his passions Pluto v. Hell The king of shades Th' infernal King VVho rules the tripple worlds inferiour part The nights sad king Black prince of Acheron VVho Geryon and Tâ—tyus bound VVith sable river doth surround A stream on which each man must saile From royal scepter to the flaile Hells black monarch Proserpines sad mate Câ—â—â— grim son in law King of Erebuâ— Infernal Jupiter Adamantine king Sâ—â—â—es black son That rules the grizly land That keeps the wide door'd house Poesie The language of the sphears and angells Speaking picture Poets Great Genius of brave verse Orpheus learned race Great sons oâ— Phoebus whose lips are wont To drench their coral in the font Of forkt Parnassus you that be The sons of Phaebus and can flee On wings of fancy to display The flaggs of high invention The inspired traine That search for purling springs Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flow On whom Mâ—lpomene with mild aspect Doth all her favour at his birth reflâ—ct Soft quires Princes of numbers That commit at once incest with nine sisters The darling of the Delian Deity Sacred Bards The Muses fairest lighâ—s The leaâ—ned shades Great soules of numbers Wits general tribe Heirs to Apollo's ever verdant tree Dear sons of memory Whose vocal notes tun'd to Apollo's lyre The Syrens and the Muses did admire The Nymphs to him their gems and coral sent And did with swans and nightingales present Whilst laâ—rel sprigs anothers head shall crowne Thou the whole grove maist challenge as thy owne Cities for Homer strove Muses for thee VVhose victorious rime Revenge their masters death and conquer time Could Virgil hear his lofty strain He would condemne his works to fire again VVhose learned pen is dâ—pt in Castalie The willowes and the hasel copses green VVere often seen Fanning their joyous leaves to his soft laies On whom from their high tower The Gods celestial divine raptures power The Muses preists writ in the Muses rolles The thread-bare tribe Apoâ—lo's broode The learned Chorus The laureâ—te crue That on the horses spring do use to bowse And sleep upon Parnassus forked browes Whose images the clasping twine Of ivie girdles Great herald of the Muses That in accents bâ—ing The Gods breasts down and breath them as thy sing That tast the dâ—wes of Hippocrene Great heiâ—â— of famâ— Fill'd with Phâ—bean fire Worthy to be crown'd with a wreath of stars Delphick Quire Râ—ch pregnant fancies Parnassus brood Those that hear Phaebus sing Bathing their naked limbs in Tuâ—spian springs The graduates in the threadbare mystery The vertue of the twiforkt hill Inspires the â—avisht fancy and doth fill The veins with Pegasean fire The learned authors of immortal straines Whom mighty numbers do inspire That sit in shadow of Apollo's tree At every close their language meet In sentences of subâ—â—le feet Poetaster Betattered rimers Ivie poets Fustian poets Frippery poets Reteiners to the Muses Whose workes are but a greater blot A widemouth'd poet thâ—t speaks nothing but bladders and bumbast Half-codled poets The Muses haberdashers The common scriblers of the times The Muses pedlaâ—s The paper blurrers of the times Whose highâ—st praise it is to trot in rime The needy poetasters of the age The sneaking tâ—ibe thaâ— wâ—ite and drink by fit As they can steal or borroâ—â— coyne or wit Their brainâ—â—ly all in notes Lord how they 'd looke If they should chance to loose their table booke Their baies like Ivâ—e cannot mount at all But by some neighbouring tree or joyning wall Who poâ—ing on their spungie brain still squeeze Neglect the cream and only save the lees â—pping their flying quill they clip fames wing ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Hesâ—con a puddle not a spring â—â—t â—â—are and sour their faces nay to venâ— â—ir bâ—ains they eat their fingers excrement â—d scratch their heads as if they were about â—it wit so hidebound is to scratch it out That for every jest they bring â—danger must their buttons or bandstring â—t takes such pains to make a verse â—t at the birth of each he twists his face â—â— if he drew a tooth he blots and writes â—en looks as pale as some that go to fight â—â—â—â—nts sometimes an hour one rime to get â—â—h the whole kennel of the Alphabet â—â—ius Maevius paltry poets â—hose wit is but a tavern timpany ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ shavings and the chips of poetry Unbak'd poetry â—â—ch as the dablers of the time contrive â—hose invention comes like bird-lime from freez â—â—ll brains and all out â—â—per pedlars Jaded wits Murderers of paper â—he dâ—â—gs of wit His verse runs like the tap and ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ invention as the barrell ebs and flows at the merâ—y of the spiggot â—he presse is his mint which stamps him now and â—en a six pence â—is â—â—rses like his cloaths miserable cento's and â—â—ches Earls Char. 45. Pope â—reat Admiral of the Romane sea â—omes Arch-flamin That wears the triple crown â—omes speaking Scripture â—â—ers proud successour Poor v. Beggar â—â—tunes dwarf prest with the yoke of wringing poverty â—â— man of narrow fate Shallow lank fortune â—â—n under unthrifty Planets Crusht fortunes Of having no store of any thing but want lean revenues â—â—age in a plain frame One whose fortune is out at heels out at elbows â—â—ke on the wheel of fortune â—ortunes shoe-soal next to beast Gods Whose presented â—akednesse outfaceth The winds and all the persecution of the Skie That eaâ—s the coated onion and the salt Poorer than Irus Earls Char. 67. Porcupine That carries on his back an host of Pâ—kes Brisled with bodkins arm'd with awls and darts Like the Stymphalides On whose fide doth grow Both string and shafts the quiver and the bow We armed see With nothing but her own Artilerie Who seeks no forraign aid with her all go She to her self is quiver dart and bow Pox. Unwomanly disease Which plows up flesh and blood And leaves such prints of beauty if he come As clouted shoon do upon floors of loome That honey-combs of smoothest faces makes And of two breast two colanders Love shot those darts And made those pits as graves to bury hearts Poyson The surfet of Echidna Cerberus foam Hecaâ—'â— banefull seeds banefull weeds Such as grim Cerberus when dragg'd from bell By the Tyrinthian Heroe vomited For Theseus such Medea did prepare Echidna's gore Such washt the fatall robe Which Deinira sent to Hercules The fierie venome deep into his marrow and scorch'd entrals creeps Which quite drunk up all moisture that should flow Into his vital parts his palate now And tongue is scortcht and dry no sweat could go From his tir'd joynt from eyes no tears could flow Though he

airy hunter The insulting tyrant of the aire The airy pyrate Rover. Head Crest sommet globe of wonder That doth contain All sence and fountain of all sence the brain Health My pulse beats musick and my lively blood Danceth an healthful measure Whose brow no wrinkle bears Whose cheeks no palenesse in whose eyes no tears But like a child shee 's pleasant quick and plump She seems to fly to skip to dance and jump And lifes bright brand in her white hand doth shine The Arabians bird rare plumage platâ—ed fine Serves her for surcoate and her seemly train Mirth exercise and temperance sustein Whose humours in sweet temper ly With undisturbed harmony The humours calme Hear To salute the ear To be presented to the ear To strike to beat the ear To entertain the attentive ear To glad the ear To wound to stab the ear Hearken v. Attend. To grace with attention To lend a willing yeilding ear To lend soft audience Afford the speakers tongue an ear Heart The busie furnace The spring of heat and life The anvile on which all the thoughts do beat The bodies sun The seat of passions The soules throne The minthouse of affections Heat Hot. The suns offensive rage Hot as the scalding ray Which Phoebus darts when he divides the day Into its equal halfes Hot as the torrid zone Burning with a calenture So hor was the Tyrinthian when he wore The poison'd shirt washt in the Centaures gore So burning Phaeton when he did drive The flaming chariot My bulke to Aetna turnes And all her flames pent in my bosome burne I dare that fire it self for heat provoke That chambers in the skie Like flames of burning sulphur Acheron Phlcgethon Hot as a burning feaver As Perillus bull Seething boyling soultry stewing baking brewing frying roasting broyling parching scorching burning flaming chased smoaking sweating reeking glowing findging scalding Hot as the flaming furnace Heaven The Olympick Hall Joves white hall The starty vault The stately palace of the Gods The spangled canopy The airy battlements Star-spotted-spangled-powdered-checkered-embroyderered curtains carpets books The azure circle Upper loft Christal map The highest chamber story gallery The glistering circles of the skie The rolling globe The Chrystal sphears arches The azure tester trimm'd with golden sparks The starry seeling The rich pavillion of the Gods The Chrystal rafters of the skie The vast extensious of the skie The blew rafters of the spangled skies The spangled mansion of the stars Heavens gilt azure cope Joves high turrets The glorious roofe the star-enamelled vault The starry court of Jove The vault of stars The starry round Heavens shining bauldrick The azure-spangled regions The Christal throne The starry round That house of purer bodies tenanted The rapid orbes that bear The changing seasons of the year On their swift wings Silver chime Moving with melodious time The silver pages of that book Where stars are golden letters Glory's magazin Starry towers Celestial bowers Saphire rafters of the skies The whirling poles That dance their daily galiard Majestick roofe fretred with golden fire Harmonious orbes that roul In restlesse gyres about the Artick pole Hector Andromache's stout husband Priams tall son Priams valiant son The Grecians hate and fear Till he that was their fear became their scorne And slain was by Aeâ—onian horses torne Hecuba Priams sad wife Hectors unhappy mother Great Dima's daughter Priams fruitful wife That gave the all illustrious Hector life That scratcht out Polymnestors eyes Buried with stones upon her flung Yet first reveng'd with curses of her tongue Whom raging grief converted to a bitch Ulysses scorned lot Unhappy Queen VVhich after she so much of joy had seen Had life by fates unkindest kindnesse lent To see her daughters impious ravishment Her sons untimely fate her husband die And roll'd in blood before Joves altar lie Polyxena dear issue of her wombe A sacrifice upon Achilles tombe And which was worse than all shee saw before The livelesse corps of her young Polydore Helen v. Beautifull The beauty of whose cheeks Brought against Troy the army of the Greeks Paris unhappy bride Leda's fair daughter That charming beauty free from tainting spot Worthy of Jove if not by Jove begot The twin-brothers pride Hell Sad Averno's strand The depths to heaven-oppos'd Pluto's sad monarchy The shady coast Pluto's wide-door'd house The damned dismal mansion The darksome plashie lake of Acheron The silent deeps And horrid shades where sorrow never sleepes Pluto's pale kingdome Dungeon Blind caves of Dis. The gloomy dwellings of the damned spirits Where Demogorgon's in dull darknesse pent Where hideous Chaos keepes Pluto's grizly band A land where death confusion endlesse night And horrour reign where darnesse is their light The infern I vault The dolorous mansion Where Styx the old grandame of the Gods doth lie That dungeon where the damned souls are shut The pooles of scalding oyle and sulphure The burning wheele turned round in flames In burning beds of steele the damned lie Where Sâ—syphus his restlesse torments rolls Roasted in sulphure And washt in deep vast gulphs of liquid fire The black empire The ugly baleful bower The loathsome kingdom Pâ—uto's empty regiment Tâ—'accurst aboades monsions The gloomy empire of th' infernal king The unamiable realm The realms to day unknown The dreadful house of Austere Pluto Where Tantalus doth ever dread The falling stone that hangs upon his head There are those youthful sisters which in vain Powre water still into that fatal tun Which is as empty as when they begun There Centaures there the hissing Hydra stands Scylla Briarius with his hundred hands Fire-arm'd Chymera's Harpies full of rape Snaky hair'd Gorgons Gerions triple shape There all the furies daughters to old night Implacable and hating all delight Before the adamantine doors do sit And there with combes their snakie curles unknit The dungeon of the damned this is nam'd Here Tityus for attempted rape defam'd Hath his vast body on nine acres spread And on his heart a greedy vulture fed Ixion turn'd upon a restlesse wheele With giddy head pursues his flying heele v. Stix Cocitus Phlegethon Acheron Ixion Tityus Belides Tantalus Geryon Cerberus Furies Pluto Proserpine Helmet Nodding a terrour to the foe with plumed crests The plumed caske The Souldiers warlick maske The shining caske The armed heads defence Hercules The bold Tyrinthian Hero He who bears the dreadful club Whom twice six labours deified Proud Alâ—mena's son Fair Alâ—mena's son Joves great laborious son That wore the fatal shirt VVhite-anckled Hebe's spouse VVhose shoulders did sustein The world nor shrunk beneath so great a fraught To strangle serpents was his cradle sport VVho when he saw the Thracian horses feast VVith humane flesh their mangers overthrew And with the steeds their wicked master slew Joves cruel wife was sooner weary to impose Than he was to performe VVhose garment that he wrapt his body in VVas glorious spoiles the Nemean Lyons skin The injur'd worlds revenger and his own First he the grim Cleonian Lyon

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