Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 527 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
that sit in silent seat O ugsome Bugs, O Goblins grim of Hell I you entreat: O lowering Chaos dungeon blind, and dreadful darkened pit, Where Ditis muffled up in Clouds of blackest shades doth sit, O wretched woeful wawling souls your aid I do implore, That linked lie with jingling Chains on wailing Limbo shore, O mossy Den where death doth couch his ghastly carrion Face: Release your pangs, O sprites, and to this wedding high apace. 'cause ye the snaggy wheel to pause that rents the Carcase bound, Permit Ixion's racked Limbs to rest upon the ground: Let hungry bitten Tantalus with gaunt and pined paunch Soup up Pirene's gulped stream his swelling thirst to staunch. Let burning Creon bide the brunt and girds of greater pain, Let poise of slippery sliding stone type over back again His moiling Father Sisyphus, amongs the craggy Rocks. Ye daughters dire of Danaus' whom pierced pitchers morckes So oft with labour lost in vain this day doth long for you That in your life with bloody blade at once your husband slew. And thou whose aares I honoured have, O torch and lamp of night, Approach O Lady mine with most deformed visage dight: O three fold shapen Dame that knit'st more threatening brows then one, According to the country guise with dangling locks undone And naked foot, the secret grove about I hallowed have, From dusky dry unmoisty clouds the showers of rain I crave. Through me the chinked gaping ground the soaked seas hath drunk. And mayner stream of th'ocean flood beneath the earth is sunk, That swelteth out through hollow gulf with stronger gushing rage. Then were his suddy wambling waves whose power it doth assuage The heavens with wrong disturbed course and out of order quite, The darkened son, & glimmering stars at once hath showed their light, And drenched Charles his straggling wain hath ducie in dashing wave, The framed course of roaming time racte out of frame I have. So my enchantments have it wrought, that when the flaming sun In summer bakes the parched soil then hath the twigs begun, With sprouting blossom fresh to bloom, and hasty winter corn Hath out of harvest seen the fruit to barns on sudden borne. Into a shallow ford his sture distreame hath Phasis waste, And Ister's channel being in so many branches cast, Abated hath his wrackful waves, on every silent shore He lieth calm: The tumbled floods with thundering noise did roar, When couched close the winds were not moving pippling soft, With working wave the prancing seas have swollen & leapt aloft, Whereas the wood in alder time with thick and branched bow Did spread his shade on gladsome soil no shade remaineth now. I rolling up the magic verse at noon time Phoebus stay, Amid the darkened Sky, when fled was light of drowsy day. Eke at my charm the watery flocks of Heyaeds went to glade. Time is it Phoeba to respect the service to thee made: To them with cruel bloody hands these garlands green were twined Which with his folding circles nine the serpent rough did bind.
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that ſit in ſilent ſeat O ougſome Bugges, O Gobblins grym of Hell I you intreat: O lowryng Chaos dungeon blynde, and dreadfull darkned pit, Where Ditis muffled vp in Clowdes of blackeſt ſhades doth ſit, O wretched wofull wawling ſoules your ayde I doe implore, That linked lye with gingling Chaynes on wayling Limbo ſhore, O moſſy Den where death doth couche his gaſtly carrayne Face: Releſſe your pangues, O ſpryghts, and to this wedding hye apace. Cauſe yee the ſnaggy wheele to pawſe that rentes the Carkas bound, Permit Ixions racked Lymmes to reſt vpon the ground: Let hungry bytten Tantalus wyth gawnt and pyned panche Soupe vp Pirenes gulped ſtreame his ſwelling thyrſt to ſtaunche. Let burning Creon yde the brunt aud gyrdes of greater payne, Let payſe of ſlyppery ſlyding ſtone type ouer backe agayne His moylyng Father Siſyphus, amonges the craggy Rockes. Yee daughters dyre of Danaus whom perced Pychers morckes So oft with labour loſt in vayne this day doth long for you That in your lyfe with bloudy blade at once your huſband ſlewe. And thou whoſe aares I honored haue, O torch and lampe of night, Approche O Lady myne with moſt deformed vyſage dight: O three folde ſhapē Dame that knitſt more threatning browes then one, According to the countrey guiſe with dagling locks vndone And naked foote, the ſecrete groue about I halowed haue, From duſky dry vnmoyſty cloudes the ſhowers of rayne I craue. Through me the chinked gaping ground the ſoked ſeas hath drunk. And mayner ſtreame of th'ocian floud beneath the earth is ſunk, That ſwelteth out through hollow gulph with ſtronger guſhing rage. Then were his ſuddy wambling waues whoſe power it doth aſſwage The heauens with wrong diſturbed courſe and out of order quight, The darkned ſonne, & glimmering ſtars at once hath ſhewed theyr light, And drēched Charles his ſtragling wayne hath ducie in daſſhing waue, The framed courſe of roaming time racte out of frame I haue. So my enchauntments haue it wrought, that when the flaming ſunne In ſommer bakes the parched ſoyle then hath the twigges begunne, With ſprowting bloſſom freſh to blome, and haſty winter corne Hath out of harueſt ſeene the fruite to barnes on ſudde borne. Into a ſhallowe foorde his ſture diſtreame hath Phaſi waſt, And Iſters channell being in ſo many braunches caſt, Abaed hath his wrackfull waues, on euery ſilent ſhore He lyeth calme: The tumbled flouds with thundring noyſe did rore, When couched clo the winde were not mouing pippling ſoft, With working waue the prauncing ſeas haue ſwolne & leapt aloft, Whereas the wood in alder time with thicke and braunched bowe Di ſpread his ſhade on gladſome ſoyle no ſhade remayneth now. I rolling vp the magicke verſe at noone time Phoebus ſtay, Amyd the darkned Sky, when fled was light of drowſy day. Eke at my charme the watry flockes of Heyaeds went to glade. Time is it Phoeba to reſpect the ſeruice to thee made: To the with cruell bloudy hands theſe garlands greene were twynde Which with his folding circles nyne the ſerpent rough did bynde.