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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11194	The tvvo famous pitcht battels of Lypsich, and Lutzen wherein the ever-renowned Prince Gustavus the Great lived and died a conquerour: with an elegie upon his untimely death, composed in heroick verse by John Russell, Master of Arts, of Magdalene Coll. in Cambridge.	Russell, John, d. 1688.; Russell, John, d. 1688. Elegie upon the death of the most illustrious and victorious Prince Gustavus Adolphus King of Swethland &c. aut	1634 (1634)	STC 21460; ESTC S116282	35,062	94

Are drown'd with noise of shot and clatt'ring swords They flie in heaps and quite disord'red ranks Like to some floud that hath born down his banks Tillie rejoycing at so wisht a sight Beholding half his enemies in flight Spake thus insulting Courage heartie Blades My noble Souldiers and brave Camerades The day is ours let these base Cowards flie And now let us these other squadrons plie The sturdie Swethes whose Kings victorious Name Keeps them from flying with a forced shame But charge them home and with unsparing hands Rush boldly on their now half-stagg'ring Bands This having said he with a sp'rit as high As these his words among his foes doth flie Who him receive with courage nothing lesse But with a greater ire his rage represse As when the angrie Ocean with a shock Strives for to break some firmly fixed rock Which stands unmoved and his swelling pride And vain-spent Malice seemeth to deride Making his waves which did so rashly roam To dash themselves into a spatt'red foam Thus was the Crabats furie broke in sunder Who fell upon the Swedish troups like thunder And their brave Gen'rall who had thought his sight Sufficient was his enemies to fright Scap'd not unwounded for the leaden showre Fear'd not at all his mortall-feared Power Though it be still unknown from whose hand came The force that wounded so renown'd a Name 'T is not a single wound that can restrain Or check his valour but enrag'd again With doubled furie he assails his foes Who will not yeeld him any thing but blowes By this time great GVSTAVVS wachfull eye An opportune advantage doth espie To break the squadrons of their ranged Horse Who charged them so oft with headlong force A Regiment their stations quickly change And now stood ord'red in a treble range The first rank couched on their knees the next Stood half-way bended but the third erects His armed trunk upright Thus as one rank Were all their musquets levelled point-blank At both their wings stood troups of readie Horse Prepar'd to second with a speedie course Then at a word did all give fire and powre Among th' enraged Horse a leaden showre That flew as thick as hail when Boreas blast Doth from the clouds his frozen treasure cast Had I an hundred tongues an Iron heart And all the help the Muses can impart Yet could I not in this my stagg'ring verse The shadow of that slaughter now rehearse When in the twinkling of an eye did fall So many wounded wights Horse Man and all And that fair Squadron which so lately stood Like to some thick and closely-ranged wood Confusedly doth now appeare and scatt'red Their order spoil'd their ranks in sunder shatt'red As when in Autumne some tempestuous blast From half-dead trees their feeble leaves doth cast And with another garment then her own The under-sited ground is thickly strown Thus was the field with bleeding bodies spread That had been wounded by the piercing lead But while the rest fill'd with amaze and wonder To see th' effects of this so sudden thunder Knew not which way to turn or bend their faces A Regiment of Horse with doubled paces Flie in amongst them in their teeth discharge A second volley make the breach more large Then forward on with rage and force they push And their fear-strucken foes soon over-rush Who now had lost all minde and heart to fight And did betake them to a sudden flight This their example made their other Bands Begin to faint and fight with trembling hands And as their feeble vigour doth decrease The Swethlanders doth double on they preasse With greater courage now then ere before The ground doth swimme with streams of humane gore At last not able for to fill so fast Their slaught'red ranks as the rough Swethes did waste Backward they throng in heaps disord'red quite Not willing now nor able for to fight But while that all tumultuously do strive To scape away they do the formost drive Headlong before them over these they stumble And so the next and next to them doth tumble Strange for to see here lay a Souldier dead O're whom an heap of living bodies spread Sure he enjoy'd a farre more noble Tombe Then those which do th' Egyptian Kings inhume The loftie Pyramids whom loud-tongu'd Fame One of the world 's chief wonders still doth name Or then that so renowned Sepulchre Which doth Mausolus Kingly bones interre All these were cov'red with dead marble stones But here is one intomb'd with living bones The fiery steeds that never mercie knew Proudly themselves in spatt'red bloud embrew Here ' gainst a sprawling bodie one doth spurn And from his former wounds makes bloud return Another there a living head doth crush And from the same makes bloud and brains to gush Meanwhile their masters with unsparing hands Now none resist murder at once whole Bands And where the sword doth fail the trampling horse Quickly dispatches with an headlong course The former slaughter of this bloudie day Compar'd with this might seem Bellona's play The Sunne no longer could endure this sight But in compassion did withdraw his light And that he might their further rage prevent With speedie wings the welcome Night he sent Who muffled in a vail of sable hue Quite o're the heads of these fierce Victours flew And then before them casteth such a mist As made their hands and vengefull Heat desist So a fierce Lion a Getulian Swain If antique stories do not misse or feigne Did with his garment muffle o're the head Then this so furious Beast did stand as dead Stirres not one jot but as amazed quite Loses his cruell furie with his sight And while that he thus strangely seems to pause The fearfull Swain scapes his devouring jawes THE BATTELL OF LVTZEN THe hel-born Furies who delight in bloud And had of late swumme in a purple floud Which not at all their vengefull thirst abates Do now again invoke the Pow'rfull Fates To hasten forward such another day Where they in midst of fire and smoke might play And with their pois'nous breath and fierie brands Inflame GVSTAVVS and th' Imperiall Bands The All-disposing Providence above Whose presence makes the trembling heav'ns to move Doth yeeld to these infernall Hagges desire Let none presume a reason to require It was his will let that alone suffice And sure 't was just though that the feeble eyes Of our dimme mortall judgement never can With punctuall knowledge heav'nly actions scanne Weep mournfull Germanie For once again Thy childrens bloud thy wretched fields must stain And to augment thy losse that Pow'rfull King Who hopes of peace and victorie did bring Must there receive his mortall wound with whom Shall thousands more receive their Fatall doom Thy freedome which thou hast so long time sought Must with more streams of humane bloud be bought Oh happie England who wilt scarce confesse Drunk with securitie thy happinesse That dost enjoy such Quietnesse such Ease Such calme Tranquillitie and blessed Peace And