Francis Quarles: Hosanna or divine poems on the passion of Christ and Threnodes ::

Francis Quarles: Hosanna or divine poems on the passion of Christ and Threnodes

Edited by John Horden

Quarles, Francis (1592-1644)

HOSANNA,

VPON THE DAY OF OVR SAVIOVRS NATIVITY.

Borne of a Virgin.

Borne in Augustus time.

Borne in Winter.

Borne in the Night.

The Angels tell it to the Shepheards.

Of the Starres that appeared to the wise men.

Of the wise men.

Of the Innocents.

Of St. Stephen.

Of our Saviours Circumcision, or New-yeares day.

Vpon Our Saviours Passion.

They put a Crowne of Thornes upon his head.

They gave him Vineger and Gall, Mat. 27. And Wine mingled with Mvrrh, Mark 15.

They compell'd Simon of Syrene to beare his Crosse.

Crucified.

Crucified between two Theeves.

The Earth did quake.

The Sunne was in a totall Eclips, and not as naturally it should have been in the Sign with the Moon.

The Graves opened, and many of the Saints arose.

Buried in a Garden.

Buried in a new Tombe hewen out of a Rock.

The Mount of Olives.

Whit-Sunday: There was a noise from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind.

There appeared unto them Tongues.

Tongues of fire, and sate upon each of them.

Threnodes On the Lady Marsham, late wife to Sir William Marsham of High Laver in the County of Essex Bnt AND William Cheyne Esquire the late Husband to That Vertuous and Mournefull Lady Lucie, Youngest Daughter of Sir Thomas Barington Knight and Baronet.

THRENODES Consecrated To the pretious Memory OF The Lady Marsham.

Threnodes On William Cheyne Esquire.

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The Graves opened, and many of the Saints arose.

There was no Trumpet here to raise the dead,
And call them from their graves, nor was there need,
Though no Arch-Angell with a Trumpet cried,
Yet now the Angell of the Covenant died.
And dying cri'd with a loud voice; and those
Mistooke it for the Trumpet, and arose.
They rose, as if it had been their intents
To give him choise of all their Monuments.
And seeing that he must interment have,
Each Saint did seeme to cry, pray take my grave.
When he bow'd downe his head, the dead rais'd theirs
And lookt out of their frighted Sepulchres.
The soules shot out of heav'n in to the dead,
And did a second time their bodies wed.
And though they had not left their blessed thrones
To reassume their ancient flesh and bones:
Yet his last gaspe had been enough to have hurl'd
Soules into all the bodies of the world.

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The Graves opened, and many of the Saints arose.