Court Odes: My trembling song, awake, arise


 Selected item (#5029) = My trembling song, awake, arise
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incipit (first line(s), normalized): My trembling song, awake, arise
version (if more than one exists):
the item's genre (general): ode
the item's genre (specific): New Year’s Day
the institution/place or purpose 
for which the work was first destined:
English court
the work's year (or focal date, if known): 1684
author of the text: Thomas Flatman
composer of the music: John Blow
Number of texts stored: 2  
  • Text #311 / Source: GB-Lbl Add. 33287, ff. 118-124v
  • Selected text (below): #310 / Source: Poems and Songs, by Thomas Flatman, Fourth Edition, pp. 201-203
    special title: ‘A SONG on New years-day before the King, Car.2. Set by Dr. BLOWE, 1682/3’
 Selected text (#310) / Source: Poems and Songs, by Thomas Flatman, Fourth Edition, pp. 201-203  
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source for this text
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Poems and Songs, by Thomas Flatman, Fourth Edition
location in the source?
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pp. 201-203
type of source: print, literary text, anthology
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special title (if any): A SONG on New years-day before the King, Car.2. Set by Dr. BLOWE, 1682/3
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about this transcription: Transcribed by Estelle Murphy, June 2023.
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My trembling Song! awake! arise!
And early tell thy tuneful Tale,
Tell thy great Master, that the Night is gone;
The feeble Phantoms disappear,
And now the New Year’s welcome Sun
O’re spreads the Eastern Skies;
He smiles on every Hill, he smiles on every Vale.
His glories fill our Hemisphere;
Tell him Apollo greets Him well,
And with his fellow Wanderers agrees
To reward all his labours, and lengthen his days.
In spight of the Politick follies of Hell,
And vain contrivance of the destinies.
Tell Him, a Crown of Thorns no more
Shall His sacred temples gore,
For all the rigours of His life are o’re.
Wondrous Prince! design’d to show
What noble minds can bravely undergo,
You are our wonder, you our love;
Earth from beneath, Heaven from above,
Call loud for Songs of Triumph, and of praise,
Their voices, and their souls they raise;
IO PAEN do we sing-
Long Live, Long Live the King!
Rise mighty Monarch, and ascend the Throne,
’Tis yet, once more your own,
For Lucifer, and all his Legions are o’rthrown:
Son of the Morning, first-born Son of Light,
How wert thou tumbled headlong down,
Into the dungeons of Eternal night!
While th’Loyal Stars of the Celestial Quire
Surrounded with immortal beams,
Mingle their unpolluted flames,
Their just Caesar to admire.
With awful reverence they adore Him,
Cover their faces, and fall down before Him;
And night and day for ever sing
Hosannah, Hallelujah to th’Almighty King!


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