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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VPON THE DAY OF OVR SAVIOVRS NATIVITY.

This day's a riddle for the God that made
This day, this day from his owne Creature had
His making too; his flesh, and bone, and lim
And breath from her, that had her breath from him.
Th' unbribed Judge of Mans eternall doome
This day was Pris'ner in a Virgins wombe:
And the Lord Paramount of all the Earth
Was wanting a poore Tenement at his birth,
Into the Inne this meane guest must not come.
Strange, he that fills all roomes should have no roome.
The Sunne dropt from his spheare, and did decline
His unshorne head to the Earth; his radiant shine
Peep'd from the windores of the East, to breath
New life on People in the shades of Death.
Deare Sunne since from thy sphere thou once wert sent,
Here is a Soule, make it thy firmament.

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VPON THE DAY OF OVR SAVIOVRS NATIVITY.