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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53879	Verses by the University of Oxford on the death of the most noble and right valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill, alias Granvill, Kt. who was slain by the rebells at the battle on Lansdown-Hill near Bathe, July the 5, 1643.	University of Oxford.; Birkhead, Henry, 1617?-1696.	1684 (1684)	Wing O989; ESTC R18022	30,066	120

as th'hill it self came down He grasp'd a spear and underpropt the Crown Plac'd like the flaming Cherubim laid about Stood Guardian there to keep th'Apostates out Rear'd up like Sampson took firm hold o' th' Beam Then pull'd all down Himself the House and Them His bleeding corps then on the Mount he hurl'd And fought it out with them in th' other World Till they gave off letting their Matches burn To light his conquering Ashes to his Urn. Had thy Godolphin staid to help us here His Pen had now took measure of thy spear 'T had made thee Emperor of the West and All We blind with tears see nothing but thy fall Which now doth bleed again and doubly pierce To loose both Granvills sword and Sidneys verse Cornwall that glorious Dukedom hence shall be Ador'd Eternall by Prince CHARLES and Thee Let their cheap Legions live unfit to dye Who like their weapons strike they know not why Give our just Swords more satisfying dust Thread all the bold Committee at one thrust Scatter the Plot till all the ill-built frame Fall down as tribute to Great BEVILL's Name That Name which shames Their malice and our wit Shall last as long as They conspir'd to sit John Birkinhead THey that give Thanks for Overthrows had ne're Fairer Pretence to God then they had here Mark't you not'midst our latter Triumphs one Intruding Sigh Heard you not one sad Groan 'T was for the valliant Granvill which one Cross Allay'd our Victory and made it Loss Granvill whose very Name the Rebells found Dealing Revenge and Death in every wound While in the fierce Assault they did not know Whether they should wish Thee alive or no How many trembling Ghosts did we enlarge To cry Thee mercy in the Second Charge When the inraged Cornish fierce upon Revenge of Thee cry'd Granvill and kill'd on Treasure of Valour in thy bold Designs That Country glories more then in her Mines Thus fell the mighty Scaeva while the Foe Trembled and fear'd the very Overthrow Thus in the North our brave New-castle stood With more Success with Honour no man cou'd Henceforch the Pike we doubly honour'd call From that One Triumph Fam'd from this one Fall Robert Masters HAllow my temples let my thoughts be drest In such attire as fits a Poet-Priest That no rude accent may Profane thy name But all things be as spotless as thy Fame That Fame so great that none but Granvills can In the next age believe it of a Man Granvill The Cornish Paean it shall be And only heard in Songs of Victory Th' Eternall Theam of Poets which shall give Strength to their Lines and make their Verses live Thou that in those black times dard'st to be good When Treason was best Virtue when none cou'd Be safe and honest that almost alone Dard'st love the King when a whole Nation Was growing one great Rebell hast firm stood And gave the first great stop to th' growing flood Thou Destiny of our new moulded State That first did'st make it's greatness shrink whom Fate Prepar'd to save a Kingdom and did give Thee Virtue great enough to make it live How will the Ghosts of those slain Rebells shake To see thy Shade How Brooke and Hampden quake To find themselves not safe and that to dye Ha's only chang'd the Scene of Victory How will their Guilt grow double when they see Thy Shine twice frighted by themselves and Thee That glorious Shine that shews the difference Of Dying truly in the KINGS defence That though both fall together and the bloud Of Traytors and a Patriots make one floud They in the Shambles He at the Altar dies They fall as Beasts and He a Sacrifice Now may those Rebells one Thanksgiving make And not Blaspheme nor fair Truth Scandal take Thy death makes honest all their thick-skin'd Lyes From which alone all their feigned Victories Grow truths How had We lost in that one stroke A Kingdom had not such brave Vertue broke From thy Example as did strike a flame Into thy Followers great as was thy Name Yet let them boast their Conquest if they can Wee'have gained an Army and have lost a Man And let them preach Thee slain since from thy Death A Thousand allmost Granvilles gather breath So when the Sun 's forc'd hence by Sable Night Myrtads of Stars spring from his falling light William Creed YEt boast not Senate know Hee could not Dy Untill he had obtain'd the Victory Death waited for that minute that her state Might rise more glorious through his nobler Fate Methinks I now behold Him as Hee stood Undaunted Spirit when that stately wood Of Pikes march'd up when like a Captain Oake He led that underwood and took that stroake Which should have fell'd the Grove I see him stand Dispensing Valour by his brave Command And braver Actions the Souldiers swords Being whetted by 's Example and his Words Would this were reall but our fancies move Not guided by our knowledge but our Love I could lament His Death but that I know All accents of our grief are far below His vaster merit rather let my Steel Revenge his Death and make their Conqueror feel The anger of his Ghost who slyly fled From Granville but a Ghost from Granville dead Go weep for Cowards he who bravely Dyes Ought to have Musique at his Obsequies You happy souls who have the sacred trust Of his dead ashes see no Coward dust Come near his Urne 't is fit his ashes lye Where there is none but Valiant Company Near Lindsey's Denby's or Northampton's side Who Conquer'd dying raise his Pyramide Which may restore him to the World agen A Conquerer of Time as well as Men. Peter Mew WIsdom directs when Justice dictates right And Courage if provok't then bids men fight Wisdom to Granville said thy Cornish friends Are mates enough to work thy noble ends T is fit spake Justice to defend a Crown Then fight said Courage gain thee brave renown And Fame said to him if thou dy'st then I Will keep thy Everlasting memory Fate only frown'd Granville obeys commands While Fate contriv'd his Death by Rebells hands Yet Friends and Country do conserve his Name With Wisdom Justice Fortitude and Fame Henry Love HEroic Martyr whose Immortal death Inliven'd here giving our Realm new breath For when the Sun setts bloody in the West The day still rises brighter in the East How Loyal wert Thou when the general ring Was heard No Bishops while they meant No King And only to wrong Charles was to be true As robbing of the Church pay'd Heav'n it's due When too much Liberty did us enthrall And all Religions turn'd to none at all Whilst Rebel Members ' gainst their Head aim'd darts Voting Him none by Whom they all are parts And their Militia fought Him for his ayd To make Him Great when Public Faith is paid 'Mong these Self-contradictours You prov'd stil Faithfull and free to die as they to Kill Like Decius a Devoted Sacrifice Most