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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	fire_n	heart_n	zone_n	18	3	12.3795	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80774	Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity.	Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649.	1652 (1652)	Wing C6830; Thomason E1598_1; ESTC R208867	38,932	139

that rich flame Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name Vpon the roof of Heau'n where ay It shines with a soueraign ray Beates bright vpon the burning faces Of soules which in that name 's sweet graces Find euerlasting smiles So rare So spirituall pure fair Must be th' immortall instrument Vpon whose choice point shall be sent A life so lou'd And that there be Fitt executioners for Thee The fair'st first-born sons of fire Blest SERAPHIM shall leaue their quire And turn loue's souldiers vpon THEE To exercise their archerie O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet subtle PAIN Of intolerable IOYES Of a DEATH in which who dyes Loues his death and dyes ag●in And would for euer so be slain And liues dyes and knowes not why To liue But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY How kindly will thy gentle HEART Kisse the sweettly-killing DART And close in his embraces keep Those delicious Wounds that weep Balsom to heal themselues with thus When These thy DEATHS so numerous Shall all at l●st dy into one And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion Like a soft lump of incense hasted By too hott a fire wasted Into perfuming clouds so fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing SIGH and then O what Ask not the Tongues of men Angells cannot tell suffice Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes And hold them fast for euer there So soon as you first appear The MOON of maiden starrs thy white MISTRESSE attended by such bright Soules as thy shining self shall come And in her first rankes make thee room Where mongst her snowy family Immortall well comes wait for thee O what delight when reueal'd LIEF shall stand And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand On which thou now maist to thy wishes Heap vp thy consecrated kisses What ioyes shall seize thy soul when she Bending her blessed eyes on thee Those second Smiles of Heau'n shall dart Her mild rayes through thy melting heart Angels thy old freinds there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee All thy good WORKES which went before And waited for thee at the door Shall own thee there and all in one We●ue a constellation Of CROWNS with which the KING thy spouse Shall build vp thy triumphant browes All thy old woes shall now smile on thee And thy paines si●t bright vpon thee All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine TEARES shall take comfort turn gemms And WRONGS repent to Di●demms Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue new Dresse the soul that erst they slew Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres As keep account of the LAMB's warres Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt Loue's noble history with witt Taught thee by none but him while here They feed our soules shall cloth THINE there Each heaunly word by whose hid flame Our hard Hearts sh●ll strike fire the same Shall flourish on thy browes be Both fire to vs flame to thee Whose light shall liue bright in thy FACE By glory in our hearts by grace Thou shalt look round about see Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be Themselues thy crown Sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul goe now And with them all about thee bow To Him put on hee 'l say put on My rosy loue That thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules whose happy names Heau'n keep vpon thy score Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light That kindled them to starrs and so Thou with the LAMB thy lord shalt goe And whereso'ere he setts his white Stepps walk with HIM those wayes of light Which who in death would liue to see Must learn in life to dy like thee AN APOLOGIE FOR THE FORE-GOING HYMEN as hauing been writt when the author was yet among the protestantes THus haue I back again to thy bright name Fair floud of holy fires transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee t is to thy wrong I know that in my weak worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty For from thence I learn't to know that loue is eloquence That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try If what to other tongues is tun'd so high Thy praise might not speak English too forbid By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde Forbid it mighty Loue let no fond Hate Of names wordes so farr praeiudicate Souls are not SPANIARDS too one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules And loue 's that body's soul no law controwlls Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine Peace sure with piety though it come from SPAIN What soul so e're in any language can Speak heau'n like her's is my souls country-man O'tis not spanish but'tis heau'n she speaks 'T is heau'n that lyes in ambush there bre●ks From thence into the wondring reader's brest Who feels his warm HEART into a nest Of little EAGLES young loues whose high Fli●hts scorn the lazy dust things that dy There are now whose draughts as deep as hell drink vp●l SPAIN in sack Let my soul swell With thee strong wine of loue let others swimme In puddles w● w●ll pledge this SERAPHIM B●wles full of richer blood then blush of grape W●s euer guilty of Change we too 'our shape My soul Some drink from men to beasts o then Drink we till we proue more nor lesse then men ' And turn not beasts but Angels Let the king Me euer into these his cellars bring Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none But HIM who trod the wine presse all alone Wine of youth life the sweet Deaths of loue W●ne of immortall mixture which can proue I●'● Tincture from the rosy nectar wine That can ex●l weak EARTH so refine O●r dust that at one draught mortality May drink it self vp and forget to dy THE FLAMING HEART VPON THE BOOK AND Picture of the seraphicall saint TERESA AS SHE IS VSVALLY EXpressed with a SERAPHIM biside her WEll meaning readers you that come as freinds And catch the pretious name this peice pretends Make not too much hast to'admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire That is a SERAPHIM they say And this the great TERESIA Readers be rul'd by me make Here a well-plac't wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite And spell it wrong to read it right Read HIM for her her for him And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM Pa●nter what didst thou vnderstand To put her dart into his hand See euen the yeares size of him Sh●wes this the mother SERAPHIM This is the mistresse flame duteous he Her happy fire-works here comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN

Thou couldst not so vnkindly err To show vs This faint shade for HER Why man this speakes pure mortall frame And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame One would suspect thou meant'st to print Some weak inferiour woman saint But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all That could be found SERAPHICALL What e're this youth of fire weares fair Rosy fingers radiant hair Glowing cheek glistering wings All those fair flagrant things But before all that fiery DART Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART Doe then as equall right requires Since HIS the blushes be her 's the fires Resume rectify thy rude design Vndresse thy Seraphim into MINE Redeem this iniury of thy art Giue HIM the vail giue her the dart Giue Him the vail that he may couer The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer Asham'd that our world now can show Nests of new Seraphims here below Giue her the DART for it is she Fair youth shootes both thy shaft THEE Say all ye wise well-peire't hearts That liue dy amidst her darts What is 't your tastfull spirits doe proue In that rare life of Her and loue Say bear wittnes Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame Giue him the veil who giues the shame But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate If all 's praescription proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song For all the gallantry of him Giue me the suffting SERAPHIM His be the brauery of all those Bright things The glowing cheekes the glistering wings The Rosy hand the radiant DART Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART Leaue her that thou shalt leaue her Not one loose shaft but loue 's whole quiuer For in loue's feild was neuer found A nobler weapon then a WOVND Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part The wounded is the wounding heart O HEART the aequall poise of lou'es both parts Bigge alike with wound darts Liue in these conquering leaues liue all the same And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME Liue here great HEART loue and dy kill And bleed wound and yeild conquer still Let this immortall life wherere it comes Walk in a crowd of loues MARTYRDOMES Let mystick DEATHS wait on 't wise soules be The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee O sweet incendiary shew here thy art Vpon this carcasse of a hard cold hart Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light that play Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day Combin'd against this BREST at once break in And take away from me my self sin This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me O thou vndanted daughter of desires By all thy dowr of LIGHTS FIRES By all the eagle in thee all the doue By all thy liues deaths of loue By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day And by thy thrists of loue more large then they By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting Soul seal'd thee his By all the heau'ns thou hast in him Fair sister of the SERAPHIM By all of HIM we haue in THEE Leaue nothing of my SELF in me Let me so read thy life that I Vnto all life of mine may dy A SONG LORD when the sense of thy sweet geace Sends vp my soul to seek thy face Thy blessed eyes breed such desire I dy in loue's delicious Fire O loue I am thy SACRIFICE Be still triumphant blessed eyes Still shine on me fair suns that I Still may behold though still I dy Second part Though still I dy I liue again Still longing so to be still slain So gainfull is such losse of breach I dy euen in desire of death Still liue in me this louing strife Of liuing DEATH dying LIFE For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe I liue in Thee PRAYER AN ODE WHICH WAS Praefixed to a little Práyer-book giuin to a young GENTLE-WOMAN LO here a little volume but great Book A nest of new-born sweets Whose natiue fires disdaining To ly thus folded complaining Of these ignoble sheets Affect more comly bands Fair one from the kind hands And confidently look To find the rest Of a rich binding in your BREST It is in one choise handfull heauenn all Heaun's Royall host incamp't thus small To proue that true schooles vse to tell Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell It is loue's great artillery Which here contracts il self comes to ly Close couch't in their white bosom from thence As from a snowy fortresse of defence Against their ghostly foes to take their part And fortify the hold of their chast heart It is an armory of light Let constant vse but keep it bright You 'l find it yeilds To holy hands humble hearts More swords sheilds Then sin hath snares or Hell hath darts Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons the eyes Those of turtles chast true Wakefull wise Here is a freind shall fight for you Hold but this book before their heart Let prayer alone to play his part But ô the heart That studyes this high ART Must be a sure house-keeper And yet no fleeper Dear soul be strong MERCY will come e're long And bring his besom fraught with blessings Flowers of neuer fading graces To make immortall dressings For worthy soules whose wise embraces Store vp themselues for HIM who is alone The SPOVSE of Virgins the Virgin's son But if the noble BRIDEGROOM when he come Shall find the loytering HEART from home Leauing her chast aboad To gadde abroad Among the gay mates of the god of flyes To take her pleasure to play And keep the deuill 's holyday To danceth ' sunshine of some smiling But beguiling Spheares of sweet sugred Lyes Some slippery Pair Of false perhaps as fair Flattering but forswearing eyes Doubtlesse some other heart Will gett the start Mean while stepping in before Will take possession of that sacred store Of hidden sweets holy ioyes WORDS which are not heard with EARES Those tumultuous shops of noise Effectuall wispers whose still voice The soul it selfe more feeles then heares Amorous languishments luminous trances SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes Spirituall soul-peircing glances Whose pure subtil lightning flyes Home to the heart setts the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire Yet does not stay To ask the windows leaue to passe that way Delicious DEATHS soft exalations Of soul dear diuine annihilations A thousand vnknown rites Of ioyes rarefy'd delights Ahundred thousand goods