A Collection of Several Poems and Verses Composed upon Various Occasions. By Mr. William Cleland |
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An ELEGIE upon the Death of the much Honoured, Leiutenent Colonel WILLIAM CLELAND. |
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An ELEGIE upon the Death of the much Honoured, Leiutenent Colonel WILLIAM CLELAND.
Is
Cleland gone? And is there any Breath,
Will not bemoan this galant Hero's death
Yea Clelands gone; who after him can be
A Cleland, to compose his Elegie?
His Pen, wherewith he did immortalize
The death of others, for a hand now cries
To be employed, to publicat his Fame,
In his own Stile, who can exhaust this Theam?
Some praise the Liberal Soul, and some do prize
The Mind that's stedfast, others magnifies
The Tongue thats eloquent, others admire
A Breast, not subject to, nor toucht with fear.
Some praise the Learned, some think the Prudent be
Above the common Fate and Destinie
Of other Mortals; some think the Devote
Are persons blessed in their hardest Lot.
For Poesie some have a Veneration,
With some, the Sedulous in their Vocation
Are in esteem: How to be praised is be,
In whom these Vertues in a high degree,
Did burn and blaze in a most lofty strain,
Who from his Praises can himself refrain.
Will not bemoan this galant Hero's death
Yea Clelands gone; who after him can be
A Cleland, to compose his Elegie?
His Pen, wherewith he did immortalize
The death of others, for a hand now cries
To be employed, to publicat his Fame,
In his own Stile, who can exhaust this Theam?
Some praise the Liberal Soul, and some do prize
The Mind that's stedfast, others magnifies
The Tongue thats eloquent, others admire
A Breast, not subject to, nor toucht with fear.
Some praise the Learned, some think the Prudent be
Above the common Fate and Destinie
Of other Mortals; some think the Devote
Are persons blessed in their hardest Lot.
For Poesie some have a Veneration,
With some, the Sedulous in their Vocation
Are in esteem: How to be praised is be,
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Did burn and blaze in a most lofty strain,
Who from his Praises can himself refrain.
Come Poets all, supply my lake of skill,
To write his praises bring each one his Quil.
From wings of Pegasus, and do not spare;
To celebrate in Verse, his Vertues rare,
Mourn ye Inhabitants of Helicon,
Your Captain now lyes dead at Galedon.
To write his praises bring each one his Quil.
From wings of Pegasus, and do not spare;
To celebrate in Verse, his Vertues rare,
Mourn ye Inhabitants of Helicon,
Your Captain now lyes dead at Galedon.
Come Philosophick wits, imploy your Arts,
To find out what perfections and parts
The Learned do accomplish, which he wanted,
And what they have which to him was not granted
Mourn all ye Learn'd, and his death bemoan,
Who was the Muses eldest, dearest Son.
To find out what perfections and parts
The Learned do accomplish, which he wanted,
And what they have which to him was not granted
Mourn all ye Learn'd, and his death bemoan,
Who was the Muses eldest, dearest Son.
Come all ye Lovers of the Mathematicks,
Students of politicks, and Laws or practicks;
Ye that the Divine Mysteries of Truth
Profess to search, admire this excellent Youth,
Deplore his death, whose great Soul did aspire
To all the highest secrets you admire.
Students of politicks, and Laws or practicks;
Ye that the Divine Mysteries of Truth
Profess to search, admire this excellent Youth,
Deplore his death, whose great Soul did aspire
To all the highest secrets you admire.
Come all Religions Lovers, who for duty,
And for your Zeal, for Reformations beauty
Were persecute, by treacherous Tyrants hands
Chas'd in your own, banish to other lands,
Bedew his herse with tears, who ne'r comply
With Tyrants snares, nor yeelded to their pride
And for your Zeal, for Reformations beauty
Were persecute, by treacherous Tyrants hands
Chas'd in your own, banish to other lands,
Bedew his herse with tears, who ne'r comply
With Tyrants snares, nor yeelded to their pride
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But ever did undauntedly oppose
True Liberties, and true Religions oes.
And ever scorned danger, or demur
With any glorious project to concur.
The Church in its due order to retrive,
His Countrey from all slavery to relieve,
His Princes Interest for to advance,
'Gainst all attempts of Ireland or of France.
In these no danger were his dread, but pleasure,
Wherein he spilt his blood, & spent his treasure.
True Liberties, and true Religions oes.
And ever scorned danger, or demur
With any glorious project to concur.
The Church in its due order to retrive,
His Countrey from all slavery to relieve,
His Princes Interest for to advance,
'Gainst all attempts of Ireland or of France.
In these no danger were his dread, but pleasure,
Wherein he spilt his blood, & spent his treasure.
Come therefore all ye Souldiers, sons of Valour,
Over his funeral express your dolour.
Who for undaunted Magnaminity (first three
'Mong th' Ages Worthies may plac'd be in the
'Mong Hero's all, of whom this age can glory,
No worthie, more may be renown'd in story.
You chiefly are oblig'd of all the Region.
Poor little remnant of his proper Legion.
To turn your Triumphs into bitter mourning,
And with your brinish tears to quench the burning
Of ruinous Dunkel, in whose black smoak,
His Soul did soar up to its Eternal Rock.
Curst Caledon, Gilboa of the Highland,
Where Canaanites, did kill our bravest Cleland.
Be thou for ever barren, and unbuilt,
Like Jericho, in punishment and guilt;
Be thou henceforth famous for nought, but from
Leiutenent Colonel Cleland's Marble Tomb.
Over his funeral express your dolour.
Who for undaunted Magnaminity (first three
'Mong th' Ages Worthies may plac'd be in the
'Mong Hero's all, of whom this age can glory,
No worthie, more may be renown'd in story.
You chiefly are oblig'd of all the Region.
Poor little remnant of his proper Legion.
To turn your Triumphs into bitter mourning,
And with your brinish tears to quench the burning
Of ruinous Dunkel, in whose black smoak,
His Soul did soar up to its Eternal Rock.
Curst Caledon, Gilboa of the Highland,
Where Canaanites, did kill our bravest Cleland.
Be thou for ever barren, and unbuilt,
Like Jericho, in punishment and guilt;
Be thou henceforth famous for nought, but from
Leiutenent Colonel Cleland's Marble Tomb.
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