An elegy on the unfortunate, though glorious deaths, of that most noble Prince and famous general Frederick Duke of Schomberg, and the reverend and truly valiant Dr. George Walker, who were both unhappily slain at the battle of Duleek, near Dublin in Ireland, which was fought on the first of this instant July. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B08987 of text R174929 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E442A). 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. 5 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 B08987 Wing E442A ESTC R174929 64551203 ocm 64551203 184542 2240865735

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B08987) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184542) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2866:40) An elegy on the unfortunate, though glorious deaths, of that most noble Prince and famous general Frederick Duke of Schomberg, and the reverend and truly valiant Dr. George Walker, who were both unhappily slain at the battle of Duleek, near Dublin in Ireland, which was fought on the first of this instant July. 1 sheet ([2] p.). Printed for T. Clark in Little Britain, London : [1690] Caption title. Date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in: Harvard University. Library. eng Schomberg, Friedrich Hermann Schomberg, -- Duke of, 1615-1690 -- Death and burial. Walker, George, 1645?-1690 -- Death and burial. Elegiac poetry -- England -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo An elegy on the unfortunate, though glorious deaths, of that most noble prince, and famous general Frederick duke of Schomberg, and the reverend and t [no entry] 1690 2 781 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. 2012-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2013-06 Sampled and proofread 2013-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
ELEGY On the Unfortunate , though Glorious Deaths , of that most Noble Prince , and Famous General FREDERICK Duke of Schomberg , And the Reverend and Truly Valiant Dr. GEORGE WALKER ; Who were both unhappily Slain at the Battle of Duleeke , near Dublin in IRELAND , which was Fought on the First of this instant July . WHen mighty Fate the World designs to shake , A Havock of the Brave she stills does make , Whom War ne'er shook , nor Danger could control , Take , Envying Heaven , from Earth his fleeting Soul , Who in all Dangers try'd , has Death out-dar'd , When in his dreadful Shapes he most appear'd : Great SCONBERG in disastrous Battel died , Sunk not by Foes , but Fraud , Fate had deny'd ; The Scourge of France and Ireland , such a Fall His Glory on their Infamy doth call . Sinister practice gives the Bold his Grave , Basely in Arms himself he ne'er wou'd save ; He cou'd not in so just a Cause be tame , Who , Salamander-like , still liv'd in Flame . Go , mighty Duke , thy Praise shall still be sung , Where Souldiers to express thy Fame have Tongue : Immortal thou shalt be through Earth's vast round , And Fame in Cannon roar thy Worth shall sound ; The breathing Flame shall usher in thy Praise , Thy name shall live whilst Earth shall want her Days . In Peals of Thunder thy loud Praise we 'll sing , True to thy Trust , and Loyal to thy King : But if our Sins o'er-took thee in the Flight To Glories Summit , and in devious night . Set thy bright Star ; repent not , but look down From Mansions of eternal Bliss , no frown In such a Cause thy happy Sp'rit can give , Since our victorious King does conqu'ring live , Where-e'er the British Glory shall extend , Thy name , Great Schonberg , never shall have end ; Thy Fame is precious ; and we here would stay , But that another Herse calls us away , To mourn the Funeral of the mighty Dead , Whose Name and Fame through all the World is spread : Oh mighty Name , where in the Skies shall I Lace thee , and give thee Immortality : Like great Alcides in Oetean Fire , Burning in War's bright Flame the Name is higher : When all the puzzel'd Nation stood confus'd , Thy serious Wisdom the whole Scene perus'd : The sinking Nation thy right hand upheld , And all the Dagons near the Ark were quell'd : True Son of Thunder , thy Levitick Fire Made bold Intruders from thy Arms retire : The Gospel with both Swords thou did'st maintain , And all Opposer's Stratagems were vain : Great Boanerges , though below you lye Murther'd by Fraud and Popish Cruelty , 'T is but a preparation to more Bliss , To Crown your Loyalty with Happiness . Repine not Blessed Shade , thy Fame 's secure , And shall whilst Earth , whilst Seas and Air endure : Late drooping Ireland , in her Rolls of Fame , Great WALKER ever shall Record thy Name ; Great SCHONBERG Links thee to a Lasting Chain , And in Degree with his thou shalt remain : The Foe no Boast can have in such brave Deaths , So dearly bought with many Thousand Breaths : The daring French-men in their bold Essay Shut up their Eyes , dire War does them convey From their dear Hopes of Gain , a Sacrifice ; The Flower of all the Popish Army Flies , And in the ruin Fam'd Tyrconnel lies . To noble Valour , that ne'er Spot could stain , Such Blood whole Nations may lament in vain , But ne'er the hasty Fates recall again .
Epitaph on His Grace the Duke of Schomberg . UNder this Marble lies no common Dust ; The Mars in War we to this Pile intrust ; The mighty Schonberg who all danger try'd , For true Religion , and a good Cause dy'd .
Epitaph on the Reverend Mr. Walker , late Governour of London-derry . GO mighty Levite to Triumph above ; Thou to the Sacred Cause hast shew'd thy Love , Dying for that thy bold Arms did maintain , The Royal Favours were nto dropt in vain . We Mourn , but can't recall the mighty Slain .
FINIS .

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