This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1815 edition. Excerpt: ... ENGLAND'S ELIZA. 1. When England's Phoebus Henrie's hopefull sonne The world's rare Phoenix, princely Edward hight, To death did yeeld, hisglasee of life outrun, And Phoebus-like no more could lend his light: Then men did walke in shades of darkesome night, Whose feeble sight with errors blacke strooke blind, Could in no place time's faire Fidessa find. 2. That blind borne monster, truthe's sterne opposite, Begotten first in Demogorgon's hall, Twixt vglie Erebus and grizlie night, The sonnes of truth did horriblie appall With her approch, much dreaded of them all: Who euer came in reach of her foule pawes, She in their blood imbru'd her thirstie iawes. 3. Witnesse may bee the manie a burning flame, Made with the limbes of saints to mount on high, Whose constant soules without the least exclaime, In midst of death downe patientlie did lie, And in bright flames did clime the clow'd-brow'd skie: Yea, let Elizae's woes in that blind age, A witnesse bee of bloodie error's rage. 4. Whose dcepe distresse and dolefull miserie, I not assay to sing, but leaue the same To our deare sister sad Melpomene, That she her sweet patheticke voice may frame In dolefull dittie to condole the same: I onely here in high heroick streine, Do striue to sing of her triumphant reigne. 5. loue looking downe, from his celestiall throne "With eies of pitie on poore England's woes, Did lend her helpe, when hope of helpe was none, And in his mercy did his power oppose Gainst error's night-borne children, her cheife foes, Who sought t'obscure with cloudes of enuious night, Her Cynthia's shine, the lampe of all her light. 6. But he disperst those cloudes, and droue away The lowring stormes, that ouercast our skie, And made our glorious Cynthia to display Her heauenlie...