A congratulatory poem on His Highness the Prince of Orange upon his arrival to town This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B08823 of text R214820 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C5821AA). 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 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B08823 Wing C5821AA ESTC R214820 62369124 ocm 62369124 187850 2240862498

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B08823) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 187850) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2846:34) A congratulatory poem on His Highness the Prince of Orange upon his arrival to town 2 p. Printed for H. P., London : MDCLXXXVIII. [1688] Caption title. Imprint taken from colophon. Begins: "Welcom, great hero, of illustrious name." Reproduction of original in: British Library. eng William -- III, -- King of England, 1650-1702 -- Poetry. Political poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. eebo A congratulatory poem on His Highness the Prince of Orange, upon his arrival to town. [no entry] 1688 2 405 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. 2012-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2013-02 Sampled and proofread 2013-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Congratulatory POEM On His Highness The Prince of Orange , Upon his Arrival to Town . WElcom , great Hero , of Illustrious Name ; Of Faith unspotted , and unspotted Fame . Welcom , as Showers to thirsty Earth , or Light To Storm-tost-Sailors , or to Lovers Night ! Our clouded Isle was cheer'd to see afar The hopeful Glimpses of our Morning Star. Our Hell-born Fiends and Specters fled away , And durst not stand the Test of open Day . To other Nations dreadful are Alarms , But we Congratulate your Peaceful Arms. You , like Alcides , take your Sword in Hand , Only to chase the Monsters from our Land . You only Arm to make our Tumults cease , Your Wars are glorious , for your End is Peace . Our Virgin-Church to save from Dragons Jaws , To fix Religion , and restore our Laws . Your Martial Aid restores our Publick-Weal , Your Sword is dipp'd in Balm , and drawn to Heal. Let guilty Rome , and yet more guilty France , Tremble to see your glorious Arms advance . For though the Pride of France has swell'd so high , A Warlike Empire's Forces to defie , To crush United States Confederate Pow'r , And silence the loud Belgian Lyons Roar , Our longing Islanders shall now advance , With Courage taught long since to Conquer France ; To seize at once their Spoils of many a year , And cheaply win what they oft bought too dear . The terrour still of our Third Edward's Name , Rebukes their Pride , and damps their swelling Fame . Nor can the Tide of many rowling years , Wash the stain'd Fields of Cressey and Poictiers . A Conscious terrour strikes their Bosoms still , When they behold that famous fatal Hill , Where Edward with his Host Spectator stood , And left the PRINCE to make the Conquest good . Nor has the black Remembrance left their Brest , How our Fifth Harry to their Paris prest , While France wept Blood for their hot Dauphin's Jest . The British Lyon with the Belgian joyn'd , For universal Conquest seem design'd : The Earth's one half to each must quit the Field , But where their Forces joyn , the World must yield .

LONDON : Printed for H. P. M DC LXXXVIII .