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Philomela

Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition
Rowe, Elizabeth Singer (1674-1737)
  
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Verses to the Author, Known only by REPORT, and by Her POEMS.
  
ON REPRINTING Philomela's POEMS,
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POEMS ON Several Occasions.
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A PARAPHRASE ON THE CANTICLES.
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CHAP. I.
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CHAP. II
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CHAP. III.
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CHAP. IV.
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CHAP. VI.
  
On CANTICLES. Ch. V. VI. &c.
  
From CANTICLES, Ch. VII, XI.
  
From Job Ch. XIX. V. 26.
  
Pindaric ODE on HABAKKUK.
  
TO THE Author of the foregoing ODE. By the ATHENIANS
  
From MICAH, Ch. VI. 5, 6, 7.
  
From MALACHI, Ch. III. V. 14.
  
PARAPHRASE From John, Ch. III. V. 16.
  
From JOHN, Ch. XXI. V. 17.
  
On the REVELATIONS, Chap. I. from v. 13. to v. 18.
  
Thoughts on DEATH.
  
The REFLECTION.
  
The Vanity of the World, ADDRESSED To the ATHENIANS.
  
ANSWER OF THE ATHENIANS.
  
The RAPTURE.
  
THE EXPOSTULATION.
  
THE WISH. TO THE ATHENIANS.
  
ANSWER OF THE ATHENIANS.
  
A PASTORAL ON THE NATIVITY OF OUR SAVIOUR.
  
THE Fall of PHAETON, Paraphrased.
  
A PASTORAL.
  
A PASTORAL ELEGY.
  
PARTHENIA. AN ELEGY.
  
THE REPLY.
  
PLATONIC LOVE.
  
HUMAN LOVE,
  
REPLY TO HUMAN LOVE.
  
TO A FRIEND WHO Persuades me to leave the Muses.
  
A PINDARIC ODE, TO THE Athenian Society.
  
TO CELINDA.
  
THE FEMALE PASSION.
  
TO STREPHON.
  
TO ORESTES.
  
ANSWER BY THE ATHENIANS.
  
TO A LADY at Court.
  
THE VISION, To Theron.
  
ANOTHER.
  
FLORINDA
  
ON DESPAIR.
  
TO MEMORY.
  
SONG.
  
A Farewel to LOVE.
  
LOVE for LOVE.
  
The WHIM.

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REPLY TO HUMAN LOVE.

Some Tuneful Being now my Breast inspire
With Thoughts as Noble, as Celestial Fire;
For Clitus is my Theme;
But ah in vain, borne on Pindaric Wings,
My vent'rous Muse
The mighty Aim pursues:
For to his native Skies, still Clitus mounts and sings,
And we are distant still, to an Extream.
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Behold the Heav'nly Charmer, keeps aloft;
While Angels croud, and listen to his Song;
And not one Angel-Critic in the Throng
Who durst correct a Thought.
So Nobly are they dress'd,
So Gracefully express'd;
So smoothly glide the Numbers from his Tongue;
So well his Touch the charming Strings Obey,
That all his Heav'nly Auditors admire,
To hear him sing, with as much Skill as They.
His Voice and Theme did so their Harps inspire;
That the glad Anthem they repeat agen,
Glory to God on high, Peace and Good-Will to Men.
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