A poem on His Majesties return to White-Hall This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A55244 of text R217921 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing P2684A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A55244 Wing P2684A ESTC R217921 99829564 99829564 34004 2240869685

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A55244) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 34004) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1997:13) A poem on His Majesties return to White-Hall 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660] Verse - "When from his nest the royal eagle flies,". Imprint from Wing. Reproduction of the original in the Harvard University Library. eng Charles -- II, -- King of England, 1630-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Restorations, Political -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A55244 R217921 (Wing P2684A). civilwar no A poem on His Majesties return to White-Hall. [no entry] 1660 1 398 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A POEM ON His Majesties Return TO WHITE-HALL . WHEN from his Nest the Royal Eagle flies , Forc't thence by threatning Storms and thundring Skies ; The tender Brood , their Guardian tare away , To Sacrilegious Hands becomes a Prey . The dire Effects of Violence we see , That streight tears down the consecrated Tree . So when a Monarch from his Seat withdraws , Empire becomes a Prey to griping Claws , Of Ravenous Kites and Savage Tygers Jaws . Then welcom Caesar to thy trembling Realm ; If Pilots in the Storm forsake the Helm , Prevailing Waves the Ship must soon o're-whelm . If dangerous Courses in the dark we steer'd , Let 's take new Measures when the Skies are clear'd : The Fiends that rais'd the Tempest now disperst , Why should not now our Fortune be reverst ? The guilty Jona's to the Billows give , But let the Royal Boat and Pilot live : Far be the Rashness from a private Muse , Wholly to charge or wholly to excuse . Who can but wish to have the Tempest cease ! And ev'ry Voice must vote for publick Peace . Let Achan fall , the Troubler of the Land ; Let Dagan tumble , but let Caesar stand . When to the Hive a Factious Drone may steal Of it's rich Sweets , to rob the Publick Weal ; Who only for his lazy Cell purloins , ( Lazy , but active in accurst Designs . ) Th' Offender duly punisht , to the Hive Safety and Peace may once again arrive : But if the Royal Bee is once opprest , Inevitable Fate o're-whelms the rest . The guiddy Swarm will ruin their own Toil , And Rabble Bees the Publick Treasures spoil . When Hurricanes the Kaden Vessel shake , All Hands shou'd join to save the general Stake : But if the Pilot from the Harbour be forc't , The common Bonds of Safety are divorc't ; By Winds and Waves the shatter'd Barque is tost . One Sailer takes a Plank , and one a Mast , But gaping Syrges swallow All at last . Then welcom Caesar to thy Royal Seat , Let Britains Foes and Britains Fears retreat ; But Britain once again be safe , and Caesar great . FINIS .