Elegiack verses upon the death of Captain Thomas Harman, late commander of His Majesties frigot, the Saphire, as they were presented to His Royall Highnesse. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03135 of text R36149 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E336). 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 2018 B03135 15612701 Wing E336 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[64] ESTC R36149 99890155 ocm99890155 182549 2240918266

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03135) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182549) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[64]) Elegiack verses upon the death of Captain Thomas Harman, late commander of His Majesties frigot, the Saphire, as they were presented to His Royall Highnesse. 1 sheet ([1] p.). [s.n.], London, : Printed in the year, 1677. Verse: "AH Mighty Prince! the Fatal News is come! ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Harman, Thomas, d. 1677? -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. eebo Elegiack verses upon the death of Captain Thomas Harman, late commander of His Majesties frigot, the Saphire, as they were presented to His Royall Hig anon 1677 1 438 4 0 0 0 0 0 91.32 D The rate of 91.32 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 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
ELEGIACK VERSES UPON THE DEATH OF Captain THOMAS HARMAN Late Commander of His Majesties Frigot , The SAPHIRE , As they were Presented to His Royall Highnesse . AH Mighty Prince ! the Fatal News is come ! HARMAN , your brave Commander's in his Tomb ! That Man of War , in Peace at Tangier lies , Crown'd with your Love , stuck full of Victories , Which your great Favours had begot in him ; Since You were pleas'd his Actions to Esteem . Whilst Speckl'd Envy on her Liver feeds : Fame hath took care , to blazon-out his Deeds , And to Engrave Them in the Book of fate , ( Where his great Name for ever lyes in State : ) Which , when by future Ages shall be read , Will make the Living emulate the Dead . The Dutch-man ! and the Boome ! those Acts alone Caus'd Spain to wonder , and Argier to groan ! The Argereens successfully he fought , And from the Mouth of Danger Conquests brought . All full of Wounds , He laid his Trophies down , Rested his weary Limbs — Beneath the Shadow of Great Britain's Crown . Whose Sacred Influence inspir'd him more , Than all his Victories had done before . Thus , in soft Peace he breath'd a while , and As a fierce Tiger leaps upon his Prey , Even so our Champion , he rous'd up agen , And thorow Clouds of Fire cut his way ! His Sword like Lightening did penetrate ! But who is 't alwaies can withstand his Fate It was decreed : And he at last did fall ; Fell as a sturdy Oak by Thunder struck , Which round about it does endanger All. So fell his Body , but the gallant Soul , By Virtue of its Power , did upwards row Lawson , Minns , Sprag , and many more besi As soon as They the lab'ring soul espi'd , Lett down their Beams , and pointed out t● To the bright Mansions of Eternal Day . Ah Royal Sir ! we all your Loss deplore ; Our very souls are full of grief all ore . Oh that we cou'd — Redeem his Life with tears of Blood ! But 't is in vain , our Wishes flag behind , We are All Earth , and He above All Min● It is in You , Great Sir , in spight of Fate To ma●e the Saphire Soveraign of the St●

LONDON , Printed in the Year , 1677.