Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	england_n	great_a	king_n	25,786	5	3.7972	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A87059	Englands joy, expressed in an epinikion, to the most renowned man of honor, and temporal redeemer of the prince, peers, and people of this land, his excellency the Lord General Monck.	J. H.	1660 (1660)	Wing H63; Thomason 669.f.25[50]; ESTC R212458	1,774	1

ENGLANDS JOY Expressed in an ἘΠΙΝΊΚΙΟΝ To the most Renowned Man of Honor and Temporal Redeemer of the PRINCE PEERS and PEOPLE of this Land HIS EXCELLENCY The Lord General Monck SO then Victorious General George go on To perfect thy * {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Thus that great * make-Make-King Warwick thou 'lt out-do And all the Worthies of past Ages too As He 's Proclaim'd so Crown and set Charls right Then let * old Nick and Nol do their worst spight So Kings may reign by * Postliminial Rights And Suns come out o' th Sea make new * Bath Knights Which must dispel all Mists all Mischiefs yield To Royal Vertue Patience wins the Field Field without Sweat or Blood the Cause so just It need not stir one Graine of English dust Which were the Beasts thou conquer'dst tame would be Thought but an easie humane Victory But they were savage hungry fierce and fell As Lybian Lyons or those Beasts that dwell In Indian Dens my Men worse than Divels What Hand but Sacred could er'e cure such * Evils And only with a touch by which we see Thou canst outdoe * Cesarean Chevalry Indeed we were afraid Good people all Expected more a Royal Funeral Than such a Coronation and to feel The dismal dint of Parricidal steel Rather than Unction on his Sacred Head But He 's deliver'd and w' are brought to Bed So now He 's ours again Great George and who But thee shall we sing Jo. Paeans to To thee Great Soul of Honor who wer 't borne To be Restorer of thy Prince forlorne The Great Redeemer of thy Countreys Laws And brave Assertor of the true Old Cause Thou 'st given our Sun to England without Wars O'rthrown Phanatick Meteors falling Stars Those proud usurping Phaetons that durst Sit in the Chair of Fire till it burst And sing'd all Earth and Sea it touch'd upon Leaving us dark in conflagration Prodigious things were done but all in vain They mounted Cromwels Cart thou Charls his Wain But yet th' Herculean Labors found no end New work was cut out for thee by the Fiend More Monsters still arise a Rebel Rump So often stript and whipt and dock't toth' Stump Must needs start up again O cursed * Stert How could'st thou still hold up so malapert After so many Regicidal Acts O'rwhelming all with bloody * Cataracts To play Rex yet upon our heads and be Our Commonwealth nay common Misery Others have oft attempted to defeat This many headed Hydra but the cheat O' th' Good old Cause reviv'd it 's heads and we Could hope no {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} but thee So Dragon like it dealth about it 's blows None could withstand its Fury no not those That were immur'd and fenc'd with Iron chaines Posts and Portcullices The City Veines Were bloodless grown to see their Ports beat down And Tayles with many Heads usurp a Crown But th' hast delivered them and us who'rt borne To be Redeemer of thy Country torne By such inhumane Miscreants Thy hand H●s from that creeping vermin cleer'd the Land Thou canst as easily kill such Snakes as * He That in his Cradle strangled two or three None but our * George could kill this Dragon dead And make Romance for History be read Against thy mighty Arm what force prevails Who kill'st all monstrous Heads as well as Tayls Proceed and Prosper so great George and where Thou pleasest for to make thy Hemisphere Thou 'rt still our Constellation leade us forth And th' inspired Needle 's not more true to th' North Nor Rivers to the Sea than we will be To our Dread Soveraign Lord King Charls and thee Nor shall we fear success in Peace or War Whilst He is thine and thou our Northern Star J. H. LONDON Printed for M. B. 1660. * A R●yal Present * Nevil Earl of Warwick * The Devil and old Oliver * Jus Postliminii in the Civil Law * Those Knights usually made at Coronations * The Kings Evil cured by his touch * Veni vidi vici Rather his head to be cut off then annointed Kings are the true Suns and all Usurpers but Meteors or falling Stars The Protectorians The Fagg end of the late Long Parliament * Flemish for Tayle * The overflowing of Nile So Hercules was called for his destroying of noxious Monsters The City Gates Posts Portcullices were beat down by the Rumps order * Hercules * St. George in Story killed the Dragon