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The miscellaneous works (1739)

Rowe, Elizabeth Singer (1674-1737)

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I.

On the present publication of Mrs. Rowe's Poems after her death.

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POEMS ON Several Occasions.

The beginning of the fourth Book of Tasso's Jerusalem translated.

On the Creation.

Love and Friendship:

To the Author of the foregoing Pastoral.

In praise of Memory. Inscrib'd to the Honourable the Lady Worsely.

An imitation of a PASTORAL of Mrs. Killegrew's.

A description of the enchanted palace and garden of Armida; whither two knights from the Christian camp were come in search of Rinaldo.

The story of Erminia. Translated from the seventh Book of Tasso's Jerusalem.

Hymn on the sacrament.

A Pastoral on the nativity of our Saviour.

Hymn on Heaven.

Come, my Beloved, let us go forth into the fields, let us lodge in the villages, Cant. vii. II.

A Dialogue between the Fallen Angels, and a Human Spirit just entred into the other world.

A description of HELL.

The translation of Elijah.

A DIALOGUE between the Soul, Riches, Fame, and Pleasure.

The xxxviiith chapter of Job translated.

Thoughts of a dying Christian.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocks to rest at noon, Cant. i. 7.

To Mr. Watts, on his POEMS sacred to Devotion.

On the death of the honourable Henry Thynne, Esq; only son of the right honourable Thomas, Lord Viscount Weymouth.

REVELATION, Chap. XVI.

The Conflagration.

A Laplander's song to his mistress.

A Hymn of thanks.

The Hymn of the three eastern Magi, adoring our Saviour at his nativity.

An ODE on Beauty.

To Mrs. Arabella Marrow.

On the death of Mr. Thomas Rowe.

On the anniversary return of the day on which Mr. Rowe died.

To PHILOMELA. Occasioned by her Poem on the death of her Husband.

To the Author of the foregoing Verses.

The RESIGNATION.

Translated from the Italian of Petrucci.

On the Divine Goodness.

CANT. VIII. vi.

Exodus III. xiv. I am that I am.

A SONG of Praise.

The SUBMISSION.

On the works of Creation.

On the picture of King George I.

Part of the third Scene of the third Act of PASTOR FIDO, translated.

From the same. Act III. Scene I.

Part of the thirteenth book of Tasso's Jerusalem translated.

An Epistle from Alexias, a noble Roman, to his wife, whom he left on his wedding-day, with a design to visit the eastern churches.

To the right honourable the Earl of ---

On an unsuccessful attempt to draw the Lord Boyle's picture.

Lord Boyle's answer to the foregoing Verses.

On the death of the honourable Mrs. Thynne.

To the right honourable John Earl of Orrery.

To Mr. THOMSON.

On the Divine Attributes.

On the name of JESUS.

An Answer to an Italian Song.

The Description of the Drought.

CANT. II. viii, ix.

Verses presented to her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia, at Marlborough, June the 18th, 1728.

Devout Soliloquies.

Devout Soliloquies. In blank verse.

A Paraphrase on CANTICLES.

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On the Divine Goodness.

Awake, my soul, and to th' almighty king,
In lofty strains, triumphant praises sing;
Let all thy pow'rs their noblest force excite,
And spread his glory with sincere delight;
Extol him with uninterrupted joy,
And let his love thy longest breath employ.
O come, you blest adorers of his name,
And listen while his goodness I proclaim:
But, oh! my trembling tongue attempts in vain
The boundless subject, in a mortal strain;
Some angel lend me his melodious lyre,
And with celestial skill my breast inspire;
On wings of sacred rapture let me rise
And join my hallelujahs with the skies.
But, mighty God, how shall a mortal worm,
A span of earth, the glorious task perform?

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Swallow'd in pleasure and divine surprize,
I view thy love's unbounded mysteries:
In all thy wond'rous paths I gladly trace
Indulgent goodness, and stupendous grace.
When I the dreadful precipice survey,
Where thoughtless and insensible I lay;
While fiery billows roll'd along below,
And gaping gulphs shew'd scenes of endless woe;
'Twas then, 'twas then, unmeasurable love
Did to my soul its glorious methods prove.