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A25969
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The apparition, or the genius of Ireland complaining of her present misery and imploring speedy relief from England : dedicated to Duke Schomberg / written by Edm. Arwaker.
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Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.
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1689
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Wing A3903; ESTC R38632
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THE APPARITION OR THE GENIUS OF IRELAND Complaining of Her Present Misery AND Imploring Speedy RELIEF FROM ENGLAND Dedicated to Duke SCHOMBERG Written by EDM ARWAKER LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and are to be sold by R. Baldwin 1689. His EXCELLENCY Duke Frederick MARESCHAL de SCHOMBERG General of His Majesties Army and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter GREAT SIR To whom can this Complaint made by the Genius of Ireland be so justly Dedicated as to that General on whom Her Eyes are fix'd as design'd to be Her Glorious Deliverer Whose long Celebrated Name gives her joyful Expectations ev'n in the midst of Sufferings and encourages Her to an extraordinary Resolution by an assurance of being speedily Reliev'd or nobly Reveng'd And indeed it is her Happiness that she cannot presume too much upon that Patronage a Patronage that will amply satisfie the largest Hopes she can conceive from it as well as give occasion to that Prince who intending the total Extirpation of the Protestant Religion from his Dominions Exil'd the greatest Supporter of his Throne and That to repent his rash Ingratitude when he finds that Religion Establish'd in another Country by the very means he used to Banish it his own and sees the Moses whom he Expell'd his Court Rais'd up to deliver Israel Nor do we expect less than Miracles from that Hand since we know them familiar to It and that as there is nothing so difficult which It dares not undertake so there is nothing It undertakes which it does not accomplish 'T is therefore Mighty Sir because you have been a Prince of Wonders that we depend on You for that of Ireland's Preservation and 't is that Dependance occasions you the trouble of this Address Pardon then my Lord this Effect of your own fam'd Merit as readily as you face the Dangers to which it now exposes you And as you cannot be displeas'd with that deserv'd Esteem which renders You our Choice and Option for this hazardous Enterprise so let it not be less grateful that it brings these poor Endeavours to the Shelter of your Illustrious Name which because it gives Security to all who are happy in its Protection makes every one its ambitious Suppliant In which Throng may it please your Excellency to admit My LORD The Humblest and most Obedient of your Servants Edm. Arwaker THE Apparition IT was a Dismal and Tempestuous Night Heavn's Glorious Lamps withdrew their Light As if it self did of some Loss Complain While Sable Clouds wept Show'rs of Rain And mourning Winds did in loud Sighs Lament And to each frightned Ear proclaim their Discontent When in the heighth of all the Noise A wretched Swain by weighty Cares oppress'd Cares the sworn Enemies of Rest Which o're his Bed did Centry keep And from his Eyes still banish'd Sleep And Quiet from his Breast Distinguish'd something like a Humane Voice That did in broken Accents make sad Moan And with such moving Reth'rick vent its Grief As call'd his Pity to neglect his own And give those louder Sorrows quick Relief 2 Scarce had his Eye bestow'd one circling Glance In search of what it was employ'd to find When the sought Object did advance A Matron so divinely Fair It seem'd that Nature did collect in Her All Graces scatter'd thro' the Female-kind Her Eyes amidst her Tears were dazling bright Ev'n that Eclipse could not conceal their Light And tho' with weighty Grief oppress'd She mov'd with Charming and Majestick Meen In nothing lessen'd tho' distress'd But still a Beauty still a Queen The Crown that once did her rais'd Head adorn Now tottering on it stood It s richest Jewels from their places torn By Hands unmanly Rude By Hands so Barbarous they did not spare The lovely Tresses of her Golden Hair And strove with equal Sacriledge t'erace The Sacred Lines of Beauty in her Face But those indelibly were Printed there Her right Hand held a Golden Lyre On which she ost such Charming Airs had play'd As made those very Savages admire That did her this Inhumane Wrong But by their Rages alas unstrung The useless Instrument with sad neglect she bears No more it lays her Grief nor lightens more her Cares 3 The Swain who well did that fam'd Ensign know To be the same by fair Iuverna born Surpriz'd to find both alter'd so The Lyre now robb'd of that Harmonious Voice Which often to each pensive Heart Did simpathetick Melody impart And that Great Queen to whose Luxuriant Court Crouds of Admirers did resort To revel in its Joys Now Unattended and Forlorn As well as sudden Passion would allow Desir'd the reason of this Change to know To whose Request the easie Queen consents And sadly thus her teeming Sorrow vents 4 Five Lusters of soft Peace had bless'd my Plains Thro' the kind influence of Evander's Reign My Ruins by Intestine Wars Were by his healing Hand so well repair'd I had almost outworn the Scars Now no Allarms but Shouts of Joy I heard Each Season did its proper Product yield The loaden Trees their timely Burthens bear And Heav'n such Fatness drop'd on ev'ry Field That Golden Plenty Crown'd the happy Year My Savage Natives happily subdu'd These Blessings learn'd to use Blessings which heretofore they did abuse Because not understood Thus by their Conqu'rors taught how Well to live They love the Hands whence they the Good receive Advanc'd by their Subjection more Than by their boasted Liberty before 5 Now to compleat my Bliss my fav'ring Lord Did lov'd Barzillai to improve me send Barziilai who best knew to wield my Sword The King 's the Souldier's and the Muses Friend His Instances of Loyalty So many dangerous and great All must Admire but few can Imitate No brave Desert scap'd his discerning Eye And as none better did advise None sooner undertake a Glorious Enterprise So none was Nobler to Reward than He. For he of Merit had too just a Sense To let it want due Recompense Injurious to Himself alone In not designing any for his Own. Nor was the Gown less than the Sword his Care Nor wanted large Encouragements Who e're did sweat in Learning's steep Ascents Met high Preferment worth their Labour there Thus he supply'd the Bench and Bar And did the Church on such firm Pillars rear That time no more the Structure shall impair 6 But oh such Blessings were too great to last Heav'n call'd Evander to a nobler Reign Heaven for his Presence was in haste With Prayers and Tears I begg'd his stay in vain The Sentence was irrevocably past His Throne Philotheus next ascends Philotheus justly Honour'd and Rever'd No Prince had ever Subjects more his Friends None more by those who lov'd him not was fear'd But soon he lost their Love and Awe Expos'd thro' Goodness to abuse By Vipers cherish'd in his Breast Who Eager and Impatient grown Broke thro' the Sacred Fences of the Law. The chief Supporters of a Monarch's Throne Ruin'd his Interest to promote their own And