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spirit_n	body_n	life_n	soul_n	34,804	5	5.7811	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39818	Poems on several occasions and translations wherein the first and second books of Virgil's Æneis are attempted in English / by Tho. Fletcher ...; Poems. Selections	Fletcher, Thomas, 1666-1713.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 1-2. English.	1692 (1692)	Wing F1362; ESTC R15620	36,830	156

Death their great Master in this form they dread 13. But when next Morn you led them forth to fight Fearless and chearful march'd th' imbatteld host Resolv'd that slaughter'd Enemies e're Night Should pay large Int'rest for the Blood you lost 14. Bu● 〈◊〉 bold Muse shall sing that glorious Day When led by Fame through Boyn's Rebellious Flood Tho' Foes and Nature did obstruct your Way Ev'n Foes and Nature you at once subdu'd 15. There em'lous Nations from your Royal Breath Dreading Repulse did Wounds and Dangers crave From you each begg'd the foremost place in Death And almost envy'd Foes the Wounds they gave 16. In vain they beg'd you chose your self a●● 〈◊〉 Th' impotent Troops where thickest ●●●ager lay The doubtful Enemy half fought half fled Asham'd to live and yet afraid to die 17. O! what a Scene of Blood did th●n appear Death too that day a mighty Conquest gain'd Thick Widow'd Souls fled trembling through the air As if they fear'd another Death behind 18. Malicious Spirits throng'd the upper Air Their Nostrils with fat Steams of Blood to feast The King of Terrors reign'd unquestion'd there Mere Carcasses his settled Pow'r confest 19 But here did ●●re its work unfinish'd shew Imper●e●● Life lay strugling thro' the Wound 〈◊〉 grumbling Soul curst the too gentle●●e 〈◊〉 Body 〈◊〉 a●● champ'd th● purple ground 20. Let others sing how you with angry Hast Pursu'd your Conquest o'er the bloody Plain Pursu'd as long as Rage and Day did last As long as Foes were found who dar'd be slain 21. Stay thou my Muse and drop a pious Tear Where by bold hands the aged Gen'ral lies There let fresh Garlands flourish all the year And o'er his Urn Eternal Laurels rise 22. The aged Gen'ral who nurst up in War Grown old in Fights yet none successless knew And now his Fall undecent would appear But in the Field and when victorious too 23. And now proceed the Conqu'ring King attend But lo he 's gone like Lightning cuts his way See! Fame her self lies panting far behind And only Conquest bears him Company 24. Whither Great Prince ah whither will you press Stake not that Life against a worthless Foe For which all Kingdoms were too mean a Price England has all she asks while she has you 25. Yet you for us uncertain Chances prove To Fame through Toil and Danger force your way Tho' here soft Ease and a fond Peoples Love And a yet fonder Princess court your st●y 26. A Princess worthy Partner of your Throne No ornamental Burthen useless Pride A Princess You ev'n warlike You may own Who can your Cares as well as Joys divide 27. You here in soft ignoble Ease might sit And dictate Battles from a lazy Throne You by vicarious Courage might grow great And crown your Front with Laurels not your own 28. But Greatness you thro' arduous Paths pursue You share in Danger as in Fame require And scarce your Health its needful Care allow Your Peoples Fase is all that you desire 29. So the kind Sun with never ceasing Toil Large Journeys takes its Blessings to dispense But the dull Earth sits idle all the while And undisturb'd enjoys it's Influence ETERNITY A Pindarique ODE 1. COme Goddess come said I Thou who to thy Golden Lyre Sing'st mighty Men and mighty Things Come and with uncommon Strains Inspire my ravish'd Soul Teach me new flights of Thought and Verse Verse wond'rous sweet Thoughts wond'rous high Which may deserve my Theme 〈…〉 unfetter'd from the Clog of Rhime B●ar me aloft 〈◊〉 p●●haps from any height May a full Prospect have O● 〈◊〉 wi●● 〈◊〉 o● Eternity T●● Mu●● ob●●●●nt came and I ●●on ●id 〈◊〉 to thing● b●low And 〈◊〉 ●n the Poe●● Mys●ie Horse W●●● 〈…〉 fancy's Emblem true T●● 〈…〉 upward till Thro that 〈◊〉 Curtain which ●●●ps th●●● 〈…〉 hid from Mortal Sight I came or ●t ●●●h A●●e the s●●●ry For●ix of the Sky 〈◊〉 Ideal World where Angels breath A●ther refin'd Wh●re they mysterious Truths Discover at one Glance intuitive Where things unmade and made in their first Patterns lie 2 I stood and fix'd my Eye in ●● Upon E●●rnity And fain would learn what that great Name cont●in'd What Nature and in any Bounds it had Whether it were an ●ndless Round of Years Where Suns in vain their annual Courses run Still the same Point returns And Labours finish'd only bring them back Fresh Labours to begin Or whether one fix'd undivided Point In which past present and to come Daughters of variation have no place If it were Twin to the Almighty Pow'r Or only He himself I gaz'd but ah the Object was too bright And mortal Sight too weak Sometimes methought I saw it plain And 't was a glorious Sight But soon in broken Mists away it danc'd And left mishapen Figures in mine Eye Yet not despairing a brisk Thought I chose Long wing'd and made for hasty Flight Which I had oft successfully employ'd To search the Regions Intellectual Her I sent off to see If any where flat Shore or butting Cape Appear'd to terminate the wild Abyss Or if perhaps at distance she might hear The breaking Billows rutt upon the Beach But after wandring long And many fruitless Gyres Back to her Ark she panting came And by short Breath and drooping Wings Confest no Land was to be found No where to rest her weary Foot But all was one vast Globe and Ocean 3. For thee great Name what will not Mortal● da●e For thee alike the Good and Impious strive Certain to raise to raise a durable Regardless whether good or evil Fame For thee Erostratus bold Villain dar'd Destroy th' Ephesian Temple with it's Goddess Vain Idol but not such to him Tho' her fond Vot'ries feign She absent was that Night Attending at the Birth Of the great Macedonian Conquerour Beneath the lofty Roof he stood And upward cast an Envious Look And shall these VValls said he Remain the VVonder of all Nations And endless Ages yet to come VVhen I shall be forgotten in the Grave Nay but Ill try by this great Action which Perhaps fond Men will not call Good To make my self Immortal as the Goddess Perhaps all future Times will curse my Name Let them they must remember what they curse He said And in the kindled Ball he threw VVhich soon thro' all the House It 's sulphurous Infection spread Up rose the Flames Crackling and in their pitchy Arms To Cinders crush'd the VVonder of the World And Pride of Ephesus So daring so extravagant a Crime Could the thirst of Eternity persuade 4. But how much better th●y VVho climbing to the same Eternity Yet trod the paths of Vertue and of Honour Heroes who bravely di●d Their Countries Fall preventing by their own This was the Purchase of their Sufferings Ev'n dying still they hop'd The loss of some few wretch●d Years Should be repaid with everlasting F●me This from all Nations dr●w Young daring Champions to th' Olympian Plains For this the