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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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Exodus III. xiv. I am that I am.

Whate'er thou art, to thee, and thee alone,
The first almighty cause of all, is known;
Yet would I strive ambitiously to raise
My voice to the delightful work of praise:
But, oh! what human words those heights can reach?
What bolder thought the flight divine can stretch?
Ev'n angels, in their sweetest ecstasy,
When they behold the smiling deity,
Their want of pow'r and eloquence confess,
When they thy boundless glories would express;
In heav'n they find no metaphors for thee,
And what resemblance then can mortals see?

Yet I must talk, and talk of thee alone,
Be to my tongue all other themes unknown!
In holy songs I would my silence break,
In raptures, everlasting raptures, speak.
O, 'tis the work of heav'n, almighty king!
To love, adore, and thy high praises sing;
And this my everlasting bliss shall be,
My lips shall talk, my heart shall fix on thee.
Thy excellence, and ev'ry glorious name
To angels known, shall feed the holy flame:
I then shall see thee lovely as thou art,
And feel what boundless joys thy smiles impart;
The beatific scene, without controul,
Shall open all its splendor on my soul.