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Signal dangers and deliverances both by land and sea comprehending a short account of the siege of Vienna, one of the most memorable in this last age; together with a description of a violent tempest on the Forth / in two small poems by the same hand.
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Tyler, Alexander.; Tyler, Alexander. Tempest between Burnt-Island and Leith in a boat.
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1685
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SIGNAL DANGERS AND DELIVERANCES Both by LAND and SEA Comprehending a short Account of the Raising of the SIEGE OF VIENNA One of the most Memorable in this last Age. TOGETHER With a Description of a Violent TEMPEST on the FORTH In two small POEMS by the same Hand Re-printed in the Year 1685. THE SIEGE and BATTEL OF VIENNA BEING A short Description of the SALLYS of the DEFENDANTS the Breaking up of the SIEGE The ROUT of the VIZIER and the whole OTTOMAN ARMY By the Prodigious and Prosperous VALOUR of the Great and Glorious KING of POLAND well worthy being GENERAL of the Forces of all CHRISTENDOM against these Infidels upon the 12. day of September 1683. To the Tone of Armida I. BAse Apostate Rebel Count TEKLY by Name PROTESTANTS shame All CHRISTENDOMS Scandal To find his IMPERIAL Land-lord new Work Divorc'd all Religion stricks match with the TVRK Quits Cross for a Crescent the Sun for the Moon The Truth for a Turbant takes Mecha for Rome Paunds his Grace and his GOD and each glorious thing For the Nickname and Noise of a Titular KING II. Thrusts his Head in a dread of the EMPERORS harms In the Dev'ls own Bosom an Infidels Arms Whose two hundred thousand laid Siege to VIEN Which nine Weeks was kept by fifteen thousand men This huge torrent of Turks all bristled with Steel In maugre their numbers brave Sallys did feel For in all their Assaults they found still to their Costs Their Ma'met unequal to our LORD of Hosts III. O're Bulwarks and Rav'lins and Ramparts and Works O're Ditches and Trenches and Turbants of Turks O're Fields clad with Ir'n Horse glitt'ring with Steel O're Cannons and Bombos Granados that reel Throw Hailshowrs of Bullets and Tempests of Fire Throw Mines and Scalados Smoak Sweat and Desire Throw Dangers and Deaths thousand Horrors and Frays Bold Hearts make brave Hands with sharp Swords cut them Wayes IV Yet th' Valiant Defendants with stout Staremberdg Whose Merit surmounteth a Glory that 's large With Famine and Watching Wounds Hazâ—rds and Toil Each spent to shadow puts ten Turks to Foil These Muslems dread trying Angels at Death Such seem'd these Ghosts meagr'd with cleanness of Teeth All at point of being starved or slormed or yeeld Their Sign bids brave POLZKI and Lorrain take Field V. Attacking the Visiers Quarters so hot That he fled with his Horse and expos'd his Foot When Starmberg the Tutelar Glory comes up With some five thousand Ghosts yet alive of his Troop In a trice many thousands of Turbants Dance rounds And the Red Cross is sign'd on Mahometans Crowns The Eagle and Ostrich bath both in one Flood Huge Rivers and Seas of the Musleman Blood VI. The GLORY of Poland had thrice seen before His Victorious Shadow in Ottoman Gore A Mirror wherein if a wish GOD grant mine All CHRIST'NDOMS Monarchs their Swords may see shine Each Christian Blow deals some one Turk a Death And rids his black Soul of its rank Onion Breath Dooms day which the Turks call a day of deceit They now see and feel in their total defeat VII Heavens Tutelar ANGELS of Glory come down But their dread noise of Drums the Trumpets voice drown Their shining Swords light'n loud Cannons do roar And thunder the Turks both behind and before The dark Clouds of Smoak and of Dust doth arise And thick Shawrs of Lead dropping Blood blinds their Eyes Huge flashes of Fire a sulphurous smell Tell the Turks to their Noses how near they 're to Fell. VIII Proud Nighings of Horses sad Rattlings of Arms Cross'd Banners display'd pierce their Souls with Alarms Their Hearts Hands and Swords shake and tremble apace Pale Fate Prints their Brows with confusion of Face The groans of the Dying the falls of the Dead Loud shouts of the Victors wide Wounds gushing Blood The flights of the Coward the preass of the Strong Makes Death deal all shapes of Amazement in throng IX These Turk stroying Angels rend Heav'n with a shout When the Ottoman Host's all at once put to rout Their Scimitars droop and their Musquets let fall Quick Death leaves no respit to say their last * Alla The Name of GOD beginning the Turkish Prayers All While they stagger fall spraul and they die by degrees By whole Regiments at once of their Cheats old Disease In vain to their Rescue their Prophets bid come With their dying looks aim'd toward Mahomets Tomb. X. The stout King of Poland with 's wing-flying Horse Doth Charge fight and Wheel with a Whirlewinds force They Curvet they Prance and they Stamp in the quick The Mahometans Souls throw the Earth to old Nick And Starbergs bold Ghosts strow Fields Posts and Trenches With the Janizars Hides and Timariots Paunches They leap o're the Lines and they skip o're the Ditches And whip their revenge on the Turks naked Breeches XI Duke Lorrain Prince Waldeck do many brave Feat At the Bast of the Court and before the Scots Gate Dispatching with speed many thousand blind Souls To Ma'mets apartment in Hell by vast Shoals They trip to their Prophet the speedier way And tell him for News its the CHRISTIANS DAY Camp Cannon Tents Treasure 's their Valors just Prey A Plague on base TECKLEY may both the SIDES say XII All CHRISTENDOMS Triumph the Walls of Vien Sound this GLORY of KINGS that Wonder of Men Fame Prowess and Trophees loud Praise and rais'd Sorgs To Polands great PRINCE and brave Starberg belongs Home Vizier and tell thy proud Sultans rude Boasts And Blasphemies heard by the LORD GOD of Hosts To whom our Souls offer the Calves of our Lips That our Sun shines in GLORY their Moon 's in ECCLIPSE XIII If Christendoms Monarchs would ruine the Turk Their ten thousand a piece might do all the great work And of each lesser PRINCE Republick Hans-Towns Ten Collours of Foot with ten Troops of Dragoons Would these by next March march at once to the Field Glad Victims to GOD Joy to Man it would yield This Year which our Aera computes eighty three The last of the Turkish HIGIR A should be Deo Regi Ecclesiae THE TEMPEST Between BURNT-ISLAND And LEITH IN A BOAT Called The BLESSING In November 1681. By the same Author Re-printed in the Year 1685. THE TEMPEST BEING An ACCOVNT of a dangerous PASSAGE from BURNT-ISLAND to LEITH in a BOAT called the BLESSING in company of CLAVERHOUSE several GENTLE-WOMEN MINISTERS and a whole THRONG of common Passengers Upon the 26. of November 1681. I Parted from my House some Hours e're Day Nov. 25. The rising Sun saw me on Banks of Tay When lo a rustling surly West-wind blew Whose ev'ry Sigh white foaming Billows threw Like floating Fleeces and these hoarse Waves Roar A Tempests Eccho dash't from Shoar to Shoar No Boat dares pass and what dare I but stay For tho the Test bid Sail the Wind said nay My forced Stay and better Hap together Bring me t' a Reverend Lord and Holy Father Who