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GONDIBERT,
55.
To Oswald (whose illustrious Roman mind
Shin'd out in life, though now in dying hid)
Hubert these Roman fun'ral rites assign'd,
Which yet the world's last law had not forbid.
To Oswald (whose illustrious Roman mind
Shin'd out in life, though now in dying hid)
Hubert these Roman fun'ral rites assign'd,
Which yet the world's last law had not forbid.
56.
Thrice is his Body clean by bathing made,
And when with Victor's Oyl anointed ore,
'Tis in the Palace Gate devoutly laid,
Clad in that Vest which he in Battel wore.
Thrice is his Body clean by bathing made,
And when with Victor's Oyl anointed ore,
'Tis in the Palace Gate devoutly laid,
Clad in that Vest which he in Battel wore.
57.
Whilst seven succeeding Suns pass sadly by,
The Palace seems all hid in Cypress Boughs;
From ancient Lore of Man's mortalitie
The Type, for where 'tis lopp'd it never grows.
Whilst seven succeeding Suns pass sadly by,
The Palace seems all hid in Cypress Boughs;
From ancient Lore of Man's mortalitie
The Type, for where 'tis lopp'd it never grows.
58.
The publick fun'ral voice, till these expire,
Cries out; Here greatness, tir'd with honour, rests!
Come see what Bodies are, when Souls retire;
And visit death, ere you become his Guests!
The publick fun'ral voice, till these expire,
Cries out; Here greatness, tir'd with honour, rests!
Come see what Bodies are, when Souls retire;
And visit death, ere you become his Guests!
59.
Now on a purple Bed the Corps they raise,
Whilst Trumpets summon all the common Quire
In tune to mourn him, and disperse his praise;
And then move slowly tow'rds the Fun'ral fire!
Now on a purple Bed the Corps they raise,
Whilst Trumpets summon all the common Quire
In tune to mourn him, and disperse his praise;
And then move slowly tow'rds the Fun'ral fire!
60.
They bear before him Spoils they gain'd in war,
And his great Ancestours in Sculpture wrought;
And now arrive, where Hubert does declare
How oft and well, he for the Lombards fought.
They bear before him Spoils they gain'd in war,
And his great Ancestours in Sculpture wrought;
And now arrive, where Hubert does declare
How oft and well, he for the Lombards fought.
61.
Here, in an Altar's form, a Pile is made
Of Unctious Fir, and Sleepers fatal Yew;
On which the Body is by Mourners laid,
Who there sweet Gums (their last kind Tribute threw.)
Here, in an Altar's form, a Pile is made
Of Unctious Fir, and Sleepers fatal Yew;
On which the Body is by Mourners laid,
Who there sweet Gums (their last kind Tribute threw.)
Hubert
