Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	body_n	life_n	soul_n	34,804	5	5.7811	4	true

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

soul that 's not oppest Nor choak't with what she should be drest A soul sheath'd in a christall shrine Through which all her bright features shine As when a peice of wanton lawn A thinne aeriall veil is drawn Or'e beauty's face seeming to hide more sweetly showes the blushing bride A soul whose intellectuall beames No mists doe mask no lazy steames A happy soul that all the way To HEAVN rides in a summer's day Wouldst ' see a man whose well-warm'd blood Bathes him in a genuine flood Aman whose tuned humors be A seat of rarest harmony Wouldst ' see blith lookes fresh cheekes beguil Age wouldst see december smile Wouldst ' see nests of new roses grow In a bed nf renerend snow Warm thoughts free spirits flattering Winter's selfe into a SRING In summe wouldst see a man that can Liue to be old and still a man Whose latest most leaden houres Fall with soft wings stuck with soft flowres And when life's sweet fable ends Soul body part like freinds No quarrells murmurs no delay A KISSE a SIGH and so away This rare one reader wouldst thou see Hark hither and thy self be HE HOPE HOpe whose weak beeing ruin'd is Alike if it succeed or if it misse Whom ill or good does equally confound And both the hornes of fate's dilemma wound Vain shadow that dost vanish quite Both at full noon perfect night The starres haue not a possibility Of blessing Thee If thinges then from their end we happy call 'T is hope is the most hopelesse thing of all Hope thou bold Taster of delight Who in stead of doing so deuourst it quite Thou bringst vs an estate yet leau'st vs poor By clogging it with legacyes before The ioyes which we intire should wed Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed Good fortunes without gain imported be Such mighty custom 's paid to Thee For ioy like wine kep't close does better tast If it take air before his spirits wast Hope fortun 's cheating lottery Where for one prize an hundred blankes there be Fond archer hope Who tak'st thine aime so farr That still or short or wide thine arrowes are Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceiues With shapes that our own fancy giues A cloud which gilt painted now appeares But must drop presently in teares When thy false beames o're reason's light preuail By IGNES FATVI for north starres we sail Brother of fear more gayly clad The merryer fool o th two yet quite as mad Sire of repentance child of fond desire That blow'st the chymick the louer's fire Still leading them insensibly ' on With the strong witchcraft of Anon. By thee the one does changing nature through Her endlesse labyrinth's pursue And th' other chases woman while she goes More wayes turnes then hunted nature knowes M. COWLEY M. CRASHAWS ANSWER FOR HOPE DEar hope earth's dowry heaun's debt The entity of those that are not yet Subtlest but surest beeing Thou by whom Our nothing has a definition Substantiall shade whose sweet allay Blends both the noones of night day Fates cannot find out a capacity Of hurting thee From Thee their lean dilemma with blunt horn Shrinkes as the sick moon from the wholsome morn Rich hope loue's legacy vnder lock Of faith still spending still growing stock Our crown-land lyes aboue yet each meal brings A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings Nor will the virgin ioyes we wed Come lesse vnbroken to our bed Because that from the bridall ckeek of blisse Thou steal'st vs down a distant kisse Hope's chast stealth harmes no more ioye 's maidenhead Then spousall rites preiudge the marriage bed Fair hope our earlyer heau'n by thee Young time is taster to eternity Thy generous wine with age growes stroÌ„g not sowre Nor does it kill thy fruit to smell thy flowre Thy golden growing head neuer hangs down Till in the lappe of loues full noone It falls and dyes o no it melts away As does the dawn into the day As lumpes of sugar loose themselues and twine Their supple essence with the soul of wine Fortune alas aboue the world's low warres Hope walks kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres Her keel cutts not the waues where These winds stirr Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her Sweet hope kind cheat fair fallacy by thee We are not WHERE nor What we be But WHAT WHERE we would be Thus art thou Our absent PRESENCE and our future Now Faith's sister nurse of fair desire Fear 's antitode a wise well-stay'd fire Temper twixt chill despair torrid ioy Queen Regent in yonge loue's minority Though the vext chymick vainly chases His fugitiue gold through all her faces Though loue 's more feirce more fruitlesse fires assay One face more fugitiue then all they True hope 's a glorious hunter her chase The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace VIVE IESV

wise SOVLES who in the wealthy Brest Of This vnbounded NAME build your warm Nest Awake MY glory SOVL if such thou be And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee Awake sing And be All VVing Bring hither thy whole SELF let me see What of thy Parent HEAVN yet speakes in thee O thou art Poore Of noble POWRES I see And full of nothing else but empty ME Narrow low infinitely lesse Then this GREAT mornings mighty Busynes One little WORLD or two Alas will neuer doe We must haue store Goe SOVL out of thy Self seek for More Goe request Great NATVRE for the KEY of her huge Chest Of Heauns the self inuoluing Sett of Sphears Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares Then rouse the nest Of nimble ART trauerse round The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound And beat a summons in the Same All-soueraign Name To warn each seuerall kind And shape of sweetnes Be they such As sigh with supple wind Or answer Artfull Touch That they conuene come away To wait at the loue-crowned Doores of Thas Illustrious DAY Shall we dare This my Soul we 'l doe 't and bring No Other note for 't but the Name we sing Wake LVTE HARP And euery sweet-lipp't Thing That talkes with tunefull string Start into life And leap with me Into a hasty Fitt-tun'd Harmony Nor must you think it much T' obey my bolder touch I haue Authority in LOVE's name to take you And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you Wake In the Name Of HIM who neuer sleeps All Things that Are Or what 's the same Are Musicall Answer my Call And come along Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song Come ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth O you my Soul's most certain Wings Complaining Pipes prattling Strings Bring All the store Of SWEETS you haue And murmur that you haue no more Come nÃ©re to part NATVRE ART Come come strong To the conspiracy of our Spatious song Bring All the Powres of Praise Your Prouinces of well-vnited WORLDS can raise Bring All yours LVTES HARPS of HEAVN EARTH What Ã©re cooperates to The common mirthe Vessells of vocall Ioyes Or You more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise Cymballs of Heau'n or Humane sphears Solliciters of SOVLES or EARES And when you' are come with All That you can bring or we can call O may you fix For euer here mix Your selues into the long And euerlasting series of a deathlesse SONG Mix All your many WORLDS Aboue And loose them into ONE of Loue Chear thee my HEART For Thou too hast thy Part And Place in the Great Throng Of This vnbounded All-imbracing SONG Powres of my Soul be Proud And speake lowd To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim New Similes to Nature May it be no wrong Blest Heauns to you your Superiour song That we dark Sons of Dust Sorrow A while Dare borrow The Name of Your Dilights our Desires And fitt it to so farr inferior LYRES Our Murmurs haue their Musick too Ye mighty ORBES as well as you Nor yeilds the noblest Nest Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Loue A choicer Lesson then the ioyfull BREST Of a poor panting Turtle-Doue And we low Wormes haue leaue to doe The Same bright Busynes ye Third HEAVENS with you Gentle SPIRITS doe not complain We will haue care To keep it fair And send it back to you again Come louely NAME Appeare from forth the Bright Regions of peacefull Light Look from thine own Illustrious Home Fair KING of NAMES come Leaue All thy natiue Glories in their Georgeous Nest And giue thy Self a while The gracious Guest Of humble Soules that seek to find The hidden Sweets Which man's heart meets When Thou art Master of the Mind Come Iouely Name life of our hope Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope Vnlock thy Cabinet of DAY Dearest Sweet come away Lo how the thirsty Lands Gasp for thy Golden Showres with longstretch't Hands Lo how the laboring EARTH That hopes to be All Heauen by THEE Leapes at thy Birth The'attending WORLD to wait thy Rise First turn'd to eyes And then not knowing what to doe Turn'd Them to TEARES spent Them too Come ROYALL Name pay the expence Of All this Pretious Patience O come away And kill the DEATH of This Delay O see so many WORLDS of barren yeares Melted measur'd out in Seas of TEARES O see The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope LOVE's Eastern windowes All wide ope With Curtains drawn To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN O dawn at last long look't for Day Take thine own wings come away Lo where Aloft it comes It comes Among The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS that throng Like diligent Bees And swarm about it O they are wise And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it It is the Hiue By which they thriue Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes Lo where it comes vpon The snowy DOVE's Soft Back And brings a Bosom big with Loues WELCOME to our dark world Thou Womb of Day Vnfold thy fair Conceptions And display The Birth of our Bright Ioyes O thou compacted Body of Blessings spirit of Soules extracted O dissipate thy spicy Powres Clowd of condensed sweets break vpon vs In balmy showrs O fill our senses And take from vs All force of so Prophane a Fallacy To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee Fair flowry Name In none but Thee And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy Hourly there meetes An vniuersall SYNOD of All sweets By whom it is defined Thus That no Perfume For euer shall presume To passe for Odoriferous But such alone whose sacred Pedigree Can proue it Self some kin sweet name to Thee SWEET NAME in Thy each Syllable A Thousand Blest ARABIAS dwell A Thousand Hills of Frankincense Mountains of myrrh Beds of species And ten Thousand PARADISES The soul that tasts thee takes from thence How many vnknown WORLDS there are Of Comforts which Thou hast in keeping How many Thousand Mercyes there In Pitty 's soft lap ly a sleeping Happy he who has the art To awake them And to take them Home lodge them in his HEART O that it were as it was wont to be When thy old Freinds of Fire All full of Thee Fought against Frowns with smiles gaue Glorious chase To Persecutions And against the Face Of DEATH feircest Dangers durst with Braue And sober pace march on to meet A GRAVE On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee And to the Teeth of Hell stood vp to teach thee In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee Where Rackes Torments striu'd in vain to reach thee Little alas thought They Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds Their Fury but made way For Thee And seru'd them in Thy glorious ends

thee 2. By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch't in that conscious shade The right-ey'd Areopagite Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade And catche thy quick reflex and sharply see On this dark Grouud To dscant THEE 3. O prize of the rich SPIRIT with that feirce chase Of this strong soul shall he Leap at thy lofty FACE And scize the swift Flash in rebound From this ohsequious cloud Once call'd a sun Till dearly thus vndone Cho. Till thus triumphantly tam'd o ye two Twinne SVNNES taught now to negotiate you 1. Thus shall that reuerend child of light 2. By being scholler first of that new night Come forth Great master of the mystick day 3. And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way By the frugall negatine light Of a most wise well-abused Night To read more legible thine originall Ray Cho. And make our Darknes serue THY day Maintaining t'wixt thy world ours A commerce of contrary powres A mutuall trade 'Twixt sun SHADE By confederat BLACK WHITE Borrowing day lending night 1. Thus we who when with all the noble powres That at thy cost are call'd not vainly ours We vow to make braue way Vpwards presse on for the pure intelligentiall Prey 2. At lest to play The amorous Spyes And peep proffer at thy sparkling Throne 3. In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE And fastening on Thine eyes Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more Ambitious losse at lest of brain Cho. Now by abased liddes shall learn to be Eagles and shutt our eyes that we may see The Close Therfore to THEE thine Auspitious ray Dread sweet lo thus At lest by vs The delegated EYE of DAY Does first his Scepter then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay Thus he vndresses His sacred vnshorn treses At thy adored FEET thus he layes down 1. His gorgeous tire Of flame fire 2. His glittering ROBE 3. his sparkling CROWN 3. His GOLD 2. his MIRRH 3. his FRANKINCENCE Cho. To which He now has no pretence For being show'd by this day's light how farr He is from sun enough to make THY starr His best ambition now is but to be Somthing a brighter SHADOW sweet of thee Or on heaun's azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index with a duteous Hand Pointing vs Home to our own sun The world's his HYPERION TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY MADAME Mongst those long rowes of cownes that guild your race These Royall sages sue for decent place The day-break of the nations their first ray When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY And smil'd i' th' BABE's bright face the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood Fair first-fruits of the LAMB Sure KINGS in this They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse But the world's Homage scarse in These well blown We read in you Rare Queen ripe full-grown For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms A Golden haruest of crown'd heads that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet In this Illustrious throng your lofty floud Swells high fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud With your bright head whose groues of scepters bend Their wealthy tops for these feet contend So swore the LAMB's dread sire And so we see 't Crownes the HEADS they kisse must court these FEET Fix here fair Majesty May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES KINGDOMS from that kisse Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new May the great time in you still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY While your each day's deuotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem et hostiam Deo in odorem Suauitatis ad Ephe. 5 THE HOWRES FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES The Versicle LORD by thy Sweet Sauing SIGN The Responsory Defend us from our foes Thine â„£ Thou shallt open my lippes O LORD â„Ÿ And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse â„£ O GOD make speed to saue me â„Ÿ O LORD make hast to help me GLORY be to the FATHER and to the SON and to the H. GHOST As it was in the beginning is now euer shall be world without end Amen THE HYMN THe wakefull Matines hast to sing The vnknown sorrows of our king The FATHER ' word wisdom made MAN for man by man's betraid The world's price sett to sale by the bold Merchants of Death sin is bought sold Of his Best Freinds yea of himself forsaken By his worst foes because he would beseig'd taken The Antiphona All hail fair TREE Whose Fruit we be What song shall raise Thy seemly praise Who broughtst to light Life out of death Day out of night The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB And bow thus low before thee The Râ—sponsor 'Cause by the couenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen FOR THE HOVR OF PRIME The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine â„£ Thou shalt open â„Ÿ And my mouth â„£ O GOD make speed â„Ÿ O LORD make hast Glory be to As it was in THE HYMN THe early PRIME blushes to say She could not rise so soon as they Call'd Pilat vp to try if He Could lend them any cruelty Their hands with lashes arm'd their toungs with lyes And loathsom spittle blott those beauteous eyes The blissfull springs of ioy from whose all-chearing Ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himfelfe drinks Day The Antiphona Victorious SIGN That now dost shine Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light loue O let vs twine Our rootes with thine That we may rise Vpon thy wings reach the skyes The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAME and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lrod IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing OOD interpofe I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the

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