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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41695	Mirana a funeral eclogue sacred to the memory of that excellent lady, Eleonora, late Countess of Abingdon.	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1691 (1691)	Wing G1427; ESTC R28664	3,939	10

MIRANA A Funeral Eclogue Sacred to the Memory of that Excellent LADY ELEONORA LATE Countess of ABINGDON THOV SHALT LABOR FOR PEACE PLENTIE LONDON Printed for Francis Saunders at the Blue-Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New-Exchange 1691. A Funeral Eclogue Sacred to the Memory of the Late COUNTESS of ABINGDON Damon Alexis Alexis DAmon the Spring is now in all her Bloom And like the Phoenix mounts in her perfume If ought on Earth like Paradise can show 'T is at this time a Paradise below But O! shou'd some wild Tempest overcast This Blessed Spring and all her Glories blast Shou'd one fierce fatal unexpected Hour End both her Beauty Riches and her Pow'r Now quite disrob'd that was but now so Gay As if December had succeeded May At the amazing Change what wou'd'st thou say Nay shou'd'st thou such an Alteration see Wou'd it not make as Strange a Change in Thee Damon I know not well unless that Change shou'd come Which Heav'n avert 't would be a dreadful doom Alexis 'T is come 't is come If any Earthly thing Mirana was the Mirror of the Spring Chast as the Morn soft as her Smooth pac'd hours Clear as her Fountains Beauteous as her Flowers And fruitful as her warm prolifick Showers Her Glories all were blown and fresh as May When one black Moment tore 'em all away No Sickness did her charming Fabrick seize No sign no fear no thought of a Disease All calm all husht in Mid-night rest we lay Dreaming alas of a more Ioyful Day When like a Storm or sudden Trumpet 's blast And dreadful too as if it were the last As swift as loud the dismal Tydings spread And did as much consound She 's dead She 's dead With Horror struck and stupid with Surprize We scarce at first believ'd our Ears or Eyes Then wish'd these cou'd not hear nor those cou'd see While all that saw her turn'd as Pale as she O Darkn'd Light O Day shut up too soon 'T is just as if the Sun shou'd set at Noon Now glorious drest in all the blaze of Light And now but wink and all eternal Night Ah Heav'n why did you so much Worth display Or gave ye but agen to snatch away Yes cruel Pow'rs A sentence so severe The loss of one so Young so Good so Fair So like your Selves her Nature so Divine Wou'd justify us if we shou'd repine Damon Beware that thought and if you can allow Reason may lessen Grief hear Reason now 'T is true we own her Doom too soon was past Her Fate was sudden and her loss is vast But think for sure you may Remember well Think how her Sister dear Urania fell When ev'ry Nerve and Artery and Vein Were by Convulsions torn and fill'd with pain We griev'd that there such Cruelty was shown And shall we murmur because here was none So quick so gently she resign'd her Breath As if 't were her Translation not her Death Not he who did the Fiery Coach employ Went thrô an easier Passage to his Ioy. Death was so kind he scarce did half his part Not pierce but smiling toucht her with his Dart Enough indeed to take her from our Eyes But then enough to mount her to the Skies For Oh! he took her full prepar'd to go Nor cou'd he take her otherwise than so Her Life was one continu'd virtuous Act No sooner good in thought but good in Fact Never before so much uprightness shin'd From the strait compass of a Female mind Virtue 's Columbus she new Worlds explor'd And which was greater yet the old restor'd This you believe and Oh! believing this You must confess to mourn her is amiss A Life so led must place her with the blest To grieve then is to Envy Her her rest Alexis O you mistake but be mistaken still All men will mourn but those that have no will And because she was Good must we be ill Who now feels not true Sorrow pierce his mind Has not the smallest touch of Humane-kind Talk not of putting Passion out to School To weep by Reason and to mourn by Rule By Heav'n 't is now an Error to be wise Not to have breaking Hearts and flowing Eyes Not to be drest in all the Pomp of Grief And all without a Thought too of Relief I 'll draw the Scene and as you are a Man Refrain your self from weeping if you can 'T is done Now see Her that was late so fair Whom 't was a Joy to know and Heav'n to hear An Angel's voice still dwelt upon her Tongue And when she mov'd she carri'd Paradise along There see her stretch'd amid'st a weeping Crowd Still as the Grave and Paler than her Shrowd Observe what a dark ashy Semblance lies Upon her lately Life-reviving Eyes Think on those Lights for ever clos'd and set Where so much Mildness so much Brightness met See there where Beauty did in Pomp remain With all the shining Graces in her Train Now Horror Sorrow Fate and Death does reign View next her mournful Servants all around Dejected cast their Eyes upon the Ground In vain they beat their Breasts in vain they grieve Th' inevitable Doom gives no repreive Fix fix her dear Remembrance in your Mind For Oh! another Such you ne'er must find See there her Hero's Brother tho' so stout This killing Object works his Weakness out Tho' well indeed that Name it cannot bear For 't is not manly now to shed no Tear See here her Uncle of her Ancient Race His Mind's Confusion writ upon his Face He came by Chance no Sorrow near his Heart Tho' now alas he bears so large a part See there Carnarvon's Beauteous Countess stand She who can all things but her Grief command Observe how Nature does in her Contend Which most to mourn the Sister or the Friend Sorrow has all her Sprightfulness engrost And her bright Eyes have half their Lustre lost View next three Daughters and six Noble Sons In whom the Blood of dear Mirana runs See how the Mother has filld ev'ry Eye Tho' some so young they weep and scarce know why And here methinks we may too plainly see The hard and rash Resolve of Destiny Their Minds just molded the Impression took Truth from her Soul and Sweetness from her look When in one Minute the Relentless Knife Left 'em bewildr'd in the Maze of Life Where can they now the like Example see Where such a Precedent of Chastity Who now can raise their Souls up to the Frame That was design'd 'em by the Noble Dame Or cloath 'em round with Virtue for their Guard And make that easy which we make so hard Yes yes you mournful Nine weep on weep on Renown and Grace and Constancy are gone Ye think not what a Prize Fate has engrost Or what your Selves or what the World has lost Mirtillo you are old enough to know Then tell the Younger as they Riper grow That with their Knowledge still their Tears may flow But see Ah

see a fadder Object here How like the Dead the Living does appear See how her Lord in silent Anguish stands With Eyes erected and uplifted Hands He knows not what to say or think or do Confounded with the unexpected Blow Let him not Heav'n be thus to Grief enclin'd For too much time alas for Grief he 'll find When all sh' has said and done strikes on his Mind Each Day will to his sad Remembrance bring The fresh Reflection of some mournful thing The noblest yet the humblest of her Kind The finest Form and the most finish'd Mind A Cabinet fill'd with the Richest Charms That ever Husband lock'd within his Arms So tender so obedient all her Life As if his Guardian Angel not his Wife So cheerful still so studious of his ease So bent to cherish so resolv'd to Please She gave him as if Fate were in her Pow'r In nineteen Years not one afflictive hour Design and Strife were strangers to her Heart But Peace and Truth and that were ne'er apart Anger might knock but he no entrance found He durst not tread that Path 't was Holy Ground Her Temper was to Piety so true Not her whole Life one Rapid Motion knew Like a smooth Stream it did untroubl'd rowl Clear as her Eyes and even as her Soul But see her Hero can refrain no more His Heart is bursting and his Eyes run o'er In vain he does let fall that Plenteous Show'r No Rain cou'd e'er revive a faded Flow'r Ah! can'st thou see all this and weep not too Damon I wou'd not but by Heav'n my Friend I do Nature is Pow'rful to her Law I bow Tho' Contradicting what I said but now Alexis 'T is as it shou'd be they who truly Grieve Ne'er stand to ask their Second Thoughts the leave True Grief without controul will reign alone And seizing on the Fort makes all her own But look on further and observe the Poor And Needy that in Numbers crowd the Door These long sh 'as cloathed and those as long has fed She griev'd to see a Man that wanted Bread Ill was his Chance tho' distant that cou'd be Out of the reach of her diffusive Charity See how they grieve each other to behold And tho' 't is Summer shake to think of Winters cold See on that Hand the Sick despairing Lie Now she is dead they must the sooner die In losing her they 've lost their surest Remedy What help the Art of Physick cou'd afford They had unask'd and many she restor'd No wretched Creature who his health had lost Need to regain it spare the smallest Cost Nay when she fear'd her own Skill wou'd not do And much she strove to know and much she knew Then she wou'd pay for the Physician 's too Ah! hear 'em thus expostulate with Fate That did not grant her Life a longer Date In sparing Her O ye Relentless Pow'rs They cry y 'ad spar'd too many Lives of Ours Now we must Languish Pine and Drop away For who so Rich will care the Poor shou'd stay Thus every Vertue that was ever known To be in Woman-kind she made her own Still pious as a Hermit's dying Prayer That yields his Soul withal to wing it thro' the Air. O Wond'rous O Exemplar Soul If e'er True Innocence did in thy Sex appear If ever we cou'd yet Perfection see We have the nearest view of it in Thee But least malicious men shou'd disbelieve And think we flatter or but vainly grieve Hear Friend my Sacred Imprecation hear And let both of us kneel and both be bare Doom me ye Pow'rs to Misery and Shame Let mine be the most Ignominious Name Let me each Day be with new Griefs perplext Curst in this Life nor Blessed in the Next If I believe the like of Her survives Or if I think her not the Best of Mothers and of Wives Damon Thy wish shall have the suffrage of us all But hark 't is so our Bleating Charge does call Close close the mournful Scene and let the Curtain fall FINIS