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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
ground_n	babylon_n	proud_a	zion_n	17	3	9.4329	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53278	The works of Mr. John Oldham, together with his Remains; Works. 1684	Oldham, John, 1653-1683.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Metamorphoses.	1684 (1684)	Wing O225; ESTC R5199	181,282	676

in her pain and smart The poor Adonis dead by turns they cry And strive in grief the Goddess to out-vie The Muses too in softest Lays bewail The hapless Youth and his fled Soul recal But all in vain ah numbers are too weak To call the lost the dead Adonis back Not all the pow'rs of Verse or charms of Love The deaf remorsless Proserpine can move Cease then sad Queen of Love thy plaints give o're Till the next year reserve thy grief in store Reserve thy Sighs and tears in store till then Then thou must sigh then thou must weep agen Paraphrase upon the 137. Psalm 1. Ver. 1. FAr from our pleasant native Palestine Where great Euphrates with a mighty current flows And does in watry limits Babylon confine Curss'd Babylon the cause and author of our woes There on the Rivers side Sate wretched Captive we And in sad Tears bewail'd our misery Tears whose vast store increas'd the neighb'ring Tide We wept and strait our grief before us brought A thousand distant Objects to our thought As oft as we survey'd the gliding Stream Lov'd Jordan did our sad remembrance claim As oft as we th' adjoyning City view'd Dear Sions razed Walls our Grief renew'd We thought on all the Pleasures of our happy Land Late ravish'd by a cruel Conqu'rour's hand We thought on every piteous every mournful thing That might access to our enlarged sorrows bring Deep silence told the greatness of our Grief Of grief too great by Vent to find relief Our Harps as mute and dumb as we Hung useless and neglected by And now and then a broken String would lend a sigh As if with us they selt a sympathy And mourn'd their own and our Captivity The gentle River too as if compassionate grown As 't would its Natives cruelty attone As it pass'd by in murmurs gave a pitying Groan 2. There the proud Conquerors who gave us Chains Who all our suff'rings and misfortunes gave Did with rude Insolence our Sorrows brave And with insulting Raillery thus mock'd our Pains Play us said they some brisk and airy strain Such as your Ancestors were wont to hear On Shilo 's pleasant Plain Where all the Virgins met in Dances once a year Or one of those Which your illustrious David did compose While he fill'd Israel 's happy Throne Great Soldier Poet and Musician all in one Oft have we heard he went with Harp in hand Captain of all 〈◊〉 harmonious Band And vanquish'd all the Quire with 's single skill alone Forbid it Heav'n sorbid thou great thrice-hallow'd Name We should thy Sacred Hymns defame Or them with impious ears profane No no inhumane slaves is this a time Oh cruel and preposterous demand When every Joy and every Smile 's a crime A Treason to our poor unhappy native Land Is this a time for sprightly Airs When every look the Badg of sorrow wears And Livery of our Miseries Sad miseries that call for all our Breath in sighs And all the Tribute of our eyes And moisture of our Veins our very bloud in tears When nought can claim our Thoughts Jerusalem but thou Nought but thy sad Destruction Fall and Overthrow 3. Oh dearest City late our Nations justest Pride Envy of all the wond'ring world beside Oh sacred Temple once th' Almighty's bless'd abode Now quite forsaken by our angry God! Shall ever distant time or Place Your firm Ideas from my Soul deface Shall they not still take up my Breast As long as that and Life and I shall last Grant Heav'n nor shall my Pray'rs the Curse withstand That this my learned skilful hand Which now o're all the tuneful strings can boast command Which does as quick as ready and unerring prove As nature when it would its joynts or fingers move Grant it forget its Art and feeling too When I forget to think to wish to pray for you For ever tied with Dumbness be my tongue When it speaks ought that shall not to your Praise belong If that be not the constant subject of my Muse and Song 4. Remember Heav'n remember Edom on that day And with like sufferings their spight repay Who made our Miseries their cruel Mirth and Scorn Who laugh'd to see our flaming City burn And wish'd it might to Ashes turn Raze raze it was their cursed cry Raze all its stately Structures down And lay its Palaces and Temple level with the ground Till Sion buried in his dismal Ruines lie Forgot alike its Place its Name and Memory And thou proud Babylon just Object of our Hate Thou too shalt feel the sad reverse of Fate Tho thou art now exalted high And with thy lofty head o'retop'st the Sky As if thou would'st the Pow'rs above defie Thou if those Pow'rs and sure they will prove just If my Prophetick Grief can ought foresee Ere long shalt lay that lofty head in dust And blush in Bloud for all thy present Cruelty How loudly then shall we retort these bitter Taunts How gladly to the Musick of thy Fetters dance 5. A day will come oh might I see 't e're long That shall revenge our mighty wrong Then bless'd for ever bless'd be he Whoever shall return't on thee And grave it deep and pay 't with bloudy Usury May neither aged Groans nor Infant Cries Nor pitious Mothers Tears nor ravish'd Virgins Sighs Soften thy unrelenting Enemies Let them as thou to us inexorable prove Nor Age nor Sex their deaf Compassion move Rapes Murders Slaughters Funerals And all thou durst attempt within our Sions Wall May'st thou endure and more till joyful we Confess thy self out-done in artful cruelty Bless'd yea thrice blessed be that barbarous Hand Oh grief that I such dire Revenge commend Who tears out Infants from their Mothers Womb And hurls them yet unborn unto their Tomb Bless'd he who plucks them from their Parents Arms That Sanctuary from all common harms Who with their Skulls and Bones shall pave thy Streets all o're And fill thy glutted Channels with their scatter'd Brains and Gore Paraphrase upon the HYMN of St. AMBROSE ODE 1. TO Thee O God we thy just Praises sing To Thee we Thy great Name rehearse We are Thy Vassals and this humble Tribute bring To Thee acknowledg'd only Lord and King Acknowledg'd sole and Sovereign Monarch of the Universe All parts of this wide Universe adore Eternal Father thy Almighty power The Skies and Stars Fire Air and Earth and Sea With all their numerous nameless Progeny Confess and their due Homage pay to thee For why thou spak'st the Word and mad'st them all from Nothing be To thee all Angels all thy glorious Court on high Seraph and Cherub the Nobility And whatsoever Spirits be Of lesser Honour less Degree To Thee in heav'nly Lays They sing loud Anthems of immortal Praise Still Holy Holy Holy Lord of Hosts they cry This is their bus'ness this their sole employ And thus they spend their long and blest Eternity 2. Farther than Natures utmost shores and limits stretch The