Upon the late storme, and of the death of His Highnesse ensuing the same, by Mr. Waller Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A67355 of text R219518 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W532). 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. 2 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 2017 A67355 Wing W532 ESTC R219518 99830985 99830985 35447 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A67355) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 35447) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2085:08) Upon the late storme, and of the death of His Highnesse ensuing the same, by Mr. Waller Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. 1 sheet ([1] p.) printed for H.H., London : [1658] Date of publication from Wing. Verse - "We must resigne; heaven His great soul do's claime". Reproduction of the original in the Harvard University Library. eng Cromwell, Oliver, 1599-1658 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Early works to 1800. A67355 R219518 (Wing W532). civilwar no Upon the late storme, and of the death of His Highnesse ensuing the same, by Mr. Waller. Waller, Edmund 1658 308 1 0 0 0 0 0 32 C The rate of 32 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-12 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion UPON THE LATE STORME , AND OF THE DEATH OF HIS HIGHNESSE Ensuing the same , By Mr. Waller . WE must resigne ; Heaven His great Soul do's claime In stormes as loud , as His Immortall Fame ; His dying groanes , his last Breath shakes our Isle , And Trees uncut fall for His Funerall Pile , About his Pallace their broad roots are tost Into the aire ; So Romulus was lost : New Rome in such a Tempest mis't her King , And from Obeying fell to Worshiping . On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead With ruin'd Okes , and Pines about him spread ; Those his last fury from the Mountaine rent , Our dying Hero from the Continent Ravish't whole Townes ; and Forts from Spaniards reft As his last Legacy , to Brittain left , The Ocean which so long our hopes confin'd Could give no limits to His vaster mind ; Our Bounds inlargment was his latest toyle ; Nor hath he left us Prisoners to our Isle ; Under the Tropick is our language spoke , And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke . From Civill Broyles he did us disingage , Found nobler objects for our Martiall rage , And with wise Conduct to his Country show'd Their ancient way of conquering abroade : Ungratefull then , if we no Teares allow To Him that gave us Peace , and Empire too ▪ Princes that fear'd him , grieve , concern'd , to see No pitch of glory from the Grave is free . Nature her selfe tooke notice of His death , And sighing swel'd the Sea , with such a breath That to remotest shores her Billowes rould , Th'approching Fate of their great Ruler told . London Printed for H. H.