Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	eye_n	heart_n	see_v	6,000	5	3.4328	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39751	Britain's jubilee a congratulatory poem on the descent of His Highness the Prince of Orange into England and Their Highnesses accession to the crown, and solemn coronation, April 11, 1689.	Fleming, Robert, 1630-1694.	1689 (1689)	Wing F1262; ESTC R28419	4,248	10

seek A David from amongst the Sheep We have one still left of the Royal Race 15 We have a David whom loud Fame does Crown With highest Titles of Renown In whom all Graces center and do meet And all the Virtues make compleat Who Virtues race hath equally begun With that of days and years to run We have a comely Michal sweet and fair In Beauty chief in Virtue rare Adorned with each lovely Grace And all as charming as her Face Who though she might a snare by Saul be given Yet is to David and to us a sacred gift from Heaven 16 Lo now the long'd for day is come The fame whereof is loudly rung Lo lo the Musick sweet almost my Muse strikes dumb See the Nobles passing by See the glorious Company See what Crouds are looking on See what State attends th' throne But what of all this glorious show Is th' center of each eye As of all hearts it was long long ago See t is th' glorious Pair draws nigh 17 But why do we thus look and gaze On Shadowy grandeur far below your praise Could we but the Scales dispel From the Eye and from the Ear The Scales which hinder Spirits to be visible Another sight would soon appear Lo lo how the Angels come Bright and flaming as the Sun. Lo their Trains I do espy Hov'ring through th' smiling Sky Their length from heav'n to earth doth reach And yet an Army each Robes of purest light they wear A Starry Crown their hands do bear A Scepter not of Gold but Golden righteousness Made to grow and to increase Instead of Oyl they heavenly Nectar shed Upon your Sacred Head. Lo how gently down it flows Smelling sweeter than the Rose Lo it trickling doth distill And ev'ry Soul with fragrant Odour fill 18 Arise young Hero from thy Throne Thy Robes lay by thy Sword gird on Wars Rumors call thee to be gone But fearless go for Angels guard thy way And ev'ry Saint does for thy Success pray The Footstep of thy great Ancestors Trace In their Illustrious Race Illustrious all but far too short they be Compar'd Great Prince with thee For all the Virtues wherein each excel In thee alone concenter and united dwell 19 Thy Ancient Scotland doth prepare With greatest love and greatest care To fix thy Scepter there Religions interest and that of Thine Which are indeed the same Do equally there now begin to shine And who can else that Country claim 'T is thou that from oppressions rage Whereof it was of late the dismal stage Hast rescu'd all its Laws Religion Liberty Which shackl'd were before and ready to expire and die 20 Poor mad-brain'd Ireland dreams it can withstand Alone that conqu'ring hand Which every where victorious doth prove By force if not before by love Arise Great Prince here is a second step Another victory to get A vict'ry not of Hearts but cruel Foes Who God and thee do equally oppose That cursed Canaanitish Crew Let 's seriously but view And sure we must confess A fatal instinct doth their mind possess God doth them for the slaughter-house prepare That Israel may inhabit there Long have they Pricks and Thorns to us been As at all times we 've seen Wherefore let not a cruel mercy spare One Agag there Which after may draw curses on us from our Heir But if a Gibeonite we save Forever let him be the Church and Country's Slave 21 This is not all a higher step remains Which fully will reward the pains France calls thee o're Great Prince and groans to see It self a Slave and us at Liberty That Foe to God and Man doth by his actions call Aloud for vengeance for his fall His cup grows full and the Almighty God Doth seem to call thee forth to burn th' rod. Thy old Possession Orange basely snatcht away This seems to say Thy new acquired Title points thee out the way And all th' Opprest and Martyrs for it pray Turn thy just Claim into Possession Justice as well as Mercy bids thee take thy own 22 Go on Brave Prince thy after days are all serene And Summer will succeed a Winters Scene To tott'ring Rome thy arms extend And bring that Sodom to an end It s end draws on apace and we await To see its long expected Fate Already sure its ruine were begun If Protestants should once as one become And ne're more hopeful this did seem to be Since now we 're all as one in thee We 'll march with thee where e're thou shalt command To any place to any Land From utmost India to th' American Sand. Let thy just Arms ever but pursue The Babylonish Crew And sure God then will fight for you With cursed Am'lek wage perpetual War Until at length thou prove the Morning Star To usher in the glorious promis'd Reign Of Christ till he do come again Then shall thy Name endure and ever fragrant be Till Time yields up That Trust to blest Eternity FINIS London Publisht by Randal Taylor near Stationers-Hall 1689.