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The miscellaneous works (1739)

Rowe, Elizabeth Singer (1674-1737)

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VOL. I.
  
On the present publication of Mrs. Rowe's Poems after her death.
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POEMS ON Several Occasions.
  
The VISION.
  
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 I.
  
Hymn II.
  
Hymn III.
  
Hymn IV.
  
Hymn V.
  
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.
  
HYMN.
  
A Dialogue between the Fallen Angels, and a Human Spirit just entred into the other world.
  
A description of HELL.
  
On HEAVEN.
  
SERAPHIC LOVE.
  
The translation of Elijah.
  
A DIALOGUE between the Soul, Riches, Fame, and Pleasure.
  
The xxxviiith chapter of Job translated.
  
HYMN.
  
Thoughts of a dying Christian.
  
HYMN.
  
The APPEAL.
  
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.
  
DESPAIR.
  
To Cleone.
  
To Clorinda.
  
PSALM XXIII.
  
On the death of the honourable Henry Thynne, Esq; only son of the right honourable Thomas, Lord Viscount Weymouth.
  
On LOVE.
  
REVELATION, Chap. XVI.
  
A PASTORAL.
  
To CHLOE.
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The Conflagration.
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A Laplander's song to his mistress.
  
A Hymn of thanks.
  
The Hymn of the three eastern Magi, adoring our Saviour at his nativity.
  
A PASTORAL.
  
An ODE on Beauty.
  
On LOVE.
  
To Mrs. Arabella Marrow.
  
A PASTORAL.
  
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.
  
PSALM LXIII.
  
PSALM LXXII.
  
PSALM CXLVI.
  
CANT. VI. v.
  
CANT. VIII. vi.
  
A HYMN.
  
Exodus III. xiv. I am that I am.
  
A SONG of Praise.
  
CANT. I. vii.
  
CANT. chap. V.
  
The SUBMISSION.
  
The WISH.
  
On the works of Creation.
  
On LOVE.
  
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.
  
To Mrs. ROWE.
  
On the death of the honourable Mrs. Thynne.
  
To Mrs. ROWE.
  
To Mrs. ROWE.
  
To the right honourable John Earl of Orrery.
  
A HYMN.
  
To Mr. THOMSON.
  
On the Divine Attributes.
  
On the name of JESUS.
  
To Mr. PRIOR.
  
A SONNET.
  
An Answer to an Italian Song.
  
The Description of the Drought.
  
CANT. II. viii, ix.
  
The PETITION.
  
Verses presented to her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia, at Marlborough, June the 18th, 1728.
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Devout Soliloquies.
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SOLILOQUY I.
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SOLILOQUY II.
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SOLILOQUY III.
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SOLILOQUY. IV.
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SOLILOQUY V.
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SOLILOQUY VI.
 VII. 
SOLILOQUY VII.
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SOLILOQUY VIII.
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SOLILOQUY IX.
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SOLILOQUY X.
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SOLILOQUY XI.
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SOLILOQUY XII.
 XIII. 
SOLILOQUY XIII.
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SOLILOQUY XIV.
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SOLILOQUY XV.
 XVI. 
SOLILOQUY XVI.
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SOLILOQUY XVII.
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SOLILOQUY XVIII.
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SOLILOQUY XIX.
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SOLILOQUY XX.
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SOLILOQUY XXI.
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SOLILOQUY XXII.
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Devout Soliloquies. In blank verse.
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SOLILOQUY I.
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SOLILOQUY II.
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SOLILOQUY III.
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SOLILOQUY IV.
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SOLILOQUY V.
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SOLILOQUY VI.
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SOLILOQUY VII.
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SOLILOQUY VIII.
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SOLILOQUY IX.
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SOLILOQUY X.
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SOLILOQUY XI.
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SOLILOQUY XII.
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SOLILOQUY XIII.
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SOLILOQUY XIV.
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SOLILOQUY XV.
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SOLILOQUY XVI.
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SOLILOQUY XVII.
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SOLILOQUY XVIII.
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SOLILOQUY XIX.
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SOLILOQUY XX.
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SOLILOQUY XXI.
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SOLILOQUY XXII.
 XXIII. 
SOLILOQUY XXIII.
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SOLILOQUY XXIV.
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SOLILOQUY XXV.
 XXVI. 
SOLILOQUY XXVI.
 XXVII. 
SOLILOQUY XXVII.
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SOLILOQUY. XXVIII.
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SOLILOQUY XXIX.
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SOLILOQUY XXX.
 XXXI. 
SOLILOQUY XXXI.
 XXXII. 
SOLILOQUY XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
SOLILOQUY XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
SOLILOQUY XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
SOLILOQUY XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
SOLILOQUY XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
SOLILOQUY XXXVII.
 XXXVIII. 
SOLILOQUY XXXVIII.
 XXXIX. 
SOLILOQUY XXXIX.
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SOLILOQUY XL.
 XLI. 
SOLILOQUY XLI.
 XLII. 
SOLILOQUY XLII.
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A Paraphrase on CANTICLES.
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Chapter I.
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Chapter II.
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Chapter III.
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Chapter IV.
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Chapter V.
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Chapter VI.
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Chapter VII.
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Chapter VIII.

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SOLILOQUY XXVII.

How slowly moves the sun? how dull the wheels
Of nature? Roll along, ye planets, fly
In shorter rounds, and measure out my day,
This tedious day, this interval of woe!
I wait with longing looks, and mark the skies,
As men impatient for the breaking morn.
This world has nothing worth a careless thought;
I have no treasure here, 'tis all above,
And there my heart in fix'd attention dwells.
With just disdain I cast a languid look
Around the vain creation; then repine
And half pronounce those various products evil,
Which God himself approv'd, and call'd them good:
Yet independent of the sov'reign bliss,
They yield no solace, give me no repose.
What have I here to hold my soul from thee?
To entertain me one short, fleeting hour?
I have no friend on earth, and none would have.
I'm grown a stranger here, my heart disowns
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Acquaintance here; I'm sick of this vain world,
Its tiresome repetitions load my sense:
The sun's bright eye, in all its circuit, views
No equal entertainment, none to hold
My heart in these inhospitable realms.
Yet if I must a stranger here remain,
O condescend to visit these abodes,
And speak in frequent whispers to my soul!
Let me converse with thee, and hear thy voice;
Retir'd from men in some wild solitude
My hours would sweetly pass, nor seek delight
Beyond that heav'nly bliss; there I could rest
Superior to the turns of human things.
These eyes no more should view the impious ways
Of human race; these ears no longer hear
The daring blasphemies that loudly rage
Against that gracious mediating pow'r,
That keeps avenging thunder from their heads.
O let me die in peace, dismiss me hence!
I'm but a sojourner, a stranger here;
Wand'ring thro' darksome ways and gloomy wilds,
Beset with hellish snares, and oft betray'd
By a deceitful, treach'rous heart within:
Tir'd with perpetual toil I cast my eyes,
To yonder peaceful worlds, and long for rest.
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