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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	great_a	hail_n	hymn_n	549	4	16.3990	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

stares He that made all things had not done Till he had made Himself thy son The whole world's host would be thy guest And board himself at thy rich BREST O boundles Hospitality The FEAST of all thing feeds on the The first Eue mother of our FALL E're she bore any one slew all Of Her vnkind gift might we haue The inheritance of a hasty GRAVE Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB Of one forbidden bitt Had not à Better FRVIT forbidden it Had not thy healthfull womb The world's new eastern window bin And giuen vs heau'n again in giuing HIM Thine was the Rosy DAWN that sprung the Day Which renders all the starres she stole away Let then the Aged world be wise all Proue nobly here vnnaturall 'T is gratitude to forgett that other And call the maiden Eue their morher Yee redeem'd Nations farr near Applaud your happy selues in her All you to whom this loue belongs And keep 't aliue with lasting songs Let hearts lippes speak lowd and say Hail door of life sourse of day The door was shutt the fountain seal'd Yet LIGHT was seen LIFE reueald The fountain seald yet life found way Glory to thee great virgin's son In bosom of thy FATHER's blisse The same to thee sweet SPIRIT be done As euer shall be was is AMEN IN THE GLORIOVS ASSVMPTION OF OVR BLESSED LADY THE HYMN HArk she is call'd the parting houre is come Take thy Farewell poor world heaun must goe home A peice of heau'nly earth Purer brighter Then the chast starres whose choise lamps come to light her While through the crystall orbes clearer then they She climbes and makes afarre more milkey way She 's calld Hark how the dear immortall doue Sighes to his syluer mate rise vp my loue Rise vp my fair my spottlesse one The winter's past the rain is gone The spring is come the flowrs appear No sweets but thou are wanting here Come away my loue Come away my doue cast off delay The court of heau'n is come To wait vpon thee home Come come away The flowrs appear Or quickly would wert thou once here The spring is come or if it stay 'T is to keep time with thy delay The rain is gone except so much as we Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee The winter's past or if he make lesse hast His answer is why she does so If sommer come not how can winter goe Come away come away The shrill winds chide the waters weep thy stay The fountains murmur each lofty est three Bowes low'st his heauy top to look for thee Come away my loue Come away my doue c. She 's call'd again And will she goe When heaun bidds come who can say no Heaun calls her she must away Heaun will not she cannot stay GOE then goe GLORIOVS On the golden wings Of the bright youth of heaun that sings Vnder so sweet a Burthen Goe Since thy dread son will haue it so And while thou goest our song we Will as we may reach after thee HAIL holy Queen of humble hearts We in thy prayse will haue our parts Thy pretious name shall be Thy self to vs we With holy care will keep it by vs We to the last Will hold it fast And no ASSVMPTION shall deny vs All the sweetest showres Of our fairest flowres Will we strow vpon it Though our sweets cannot make It sweeter they can take Themselues new sweetnes from it MARIA men Angels sing MARIA mother of our KING LIVE rosy princesse LIVE And may the bright Crown of a most incomparable light Embrace thy radiant browes O may the best Of euerlasting ioyes bath thy white brest LIVE our chast loue the holy mirth Of heaun the humble pride of earth Liue ctown of woemen Queen of men Liue mistresse of our song And when Our weak desires haue done their brest Sweet Angels come and sing the rest SANITE MARY MAGDALENE OR THE WEEPER Loe where à WOVNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES conspire Is she a FLAMING Fountain or a Weeping fire THE WEEPER I. HAil sister springs Parents of syluer-footed rills Euer bubling things Thawing crystall snowy hills Still spending neuer spent I mean Thy fair eyes sweet MAGDALENE II. Heauens thy fair eyes be Heauens of euer-falling starres 'T is seed-time still with thee And starres thou sow'st whose haruest dares Promise the earth to counter shine Whateuer makes heaun's forhead fine III. But we' are deceiued all Starres indeed they are too true For they but seem to fall As Heaun's other spangles doe It is not for our earth vs To shine in Things so pretious IV. Vpwards thou dost weep Heaun's bosome drinks the gentle stream Where th' milky riuers creep Thine floates aboue is the cream Waters aboue th' Heauns what they be We' are taught best by thy TEARES thee V. Euery morn from hence A brisk Cherub somthing sippes Whose sacred influence Addes sweetnes to his sweetest Lippes Then to his musick And his song Tasts of this Breakfast all day long VI Not in the euening 's eyes When they Red with weeping are For the Sun that dyes Sitts sorrow with a face so fair No where but here did euer meet Sweetnesse so sad sadnesse so sweet VII When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty For she is a Queen Then is she drest by none but thee Then only then she weares Her proudest pearles I mean thy TEARES VIII The deaw no more will weep The prim rose's pale cheek to deck The deaw no more will sleep Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck Much reather would it be thy TEAR And leaue them Both to tremble here IX There 's no need at all That the balsom-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable teares for now Nature hath learn't tos'extract a deaw More soueraign sweet from you X. Yet let the poore drops weep weeping is the ease of woe Softly let them creep Sad that they are vanquish't so They though to others no releife balsom maybe for their own greife XI Such the maiden gemme By the purpling vine put on Peeps from her parent stemme And blushes at the bridegroomes sun This watry Blossom of thy eyn Ripe will make the richer wine XII When some new bright Guest Takes vp among the starres a room And Heaun will make a feast Angels with crystall violls come And deaw from these full eyes of thine Their master's Water their own Wine XIII Golden though he be Golden Tagus murmures tho Were his way by thee Content quiet he would goe So much more rich would he esteem Thy syluer then his golden stream XIV Well does the May that lyes Smiling in thy cheeks confesse The April in thine eyes Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse No April ere lent kinder showres Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres XV O ckeeks Bedds of chast loues By your own showres seasonably dash't Eyes nests of milky doues In your own wells