The Miscellaneous Works, in Prose and Verse, of Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe, Volume 2Henry Lintot, 1756 |
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againſt agreeable beauty becauſe bleffings bleft blifs breaſt celeftial charming converfation dear death defign defire divine ELIZABETH ROWE eternal ev'ry excufe eyes facred fafe faid fame fatisfaction fcenes fear fecret feem fend fenfe fent fhades fhall fhining fhould fifter filence fince fincere fing fkies fleep flowing tears foft folemn fome foon foul fpirits ftars ftate ftill fubject fuch fure gentle give gloomy grace happineſs happy hear heart Heav'n hope human immortal Jofeph juft juſt Lady Ladyfhip Ladyship laft laſt leaft lefs LETTER loft Lord MADAM Midian mind moft mortal moſt mufe muft muſt myſelf never numbers o'er paffion perfon pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Potiphar pow'r praiſe prefent reaſon reft rife ſcene ſhall ſhe Shechem ſkies ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro vanity verfe virtue wiſh yourſelf youth
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Page 129 - And love and mildnefs fhone ferene : Once foft perfuafion tun'd her tongue, As truth fincere, and fweet as fong : Once this cold hand could touch the lyre, And ev'ry tender thought infpire : Now finking to its parent clay...
Page 243 - And earlier far than thine the destin'd hour of fate! Whene'er it comes, may'st thou be by, Support my sinking frame, and teach me how to die, Banish desponding nature's gloom, Make me to hope a gentle doom, And fix me all on joys to come ! With...
Page 231 - To virtuous themes, her well tun'd lyre she strung; Of virtuous themes in easy numbers sung. Horace and Pompey in her line appear, } With all the worth that Rome did once revere: } Much to Corneille they owe, and much to her. } Her thoughts, her numbers, and her fire the same, She soar'd as high, and equal'd all his fame. Tho' France adores the bard, nor envies Greece The costly buskins of her Sophocles. More we expected, but untimely death, Soon stopt her rising glories with her breath.
Page 130 - The weeping friend, th' expecting ground, The filent horror all around, Have tempted Sorrow from her cave, And now me hovers o'er the grave ; Now finks our hearts, impearls our eyes, And bids a gen'ral groan arife ; Exclaims that man was doom'd to mourn, And fits in pomp to guard the urn.
Page 127 - And yet no notices yy give Nor tell us where, nor how yy live ; Tho' conscious whilst with us below, How much...
Page 131 - That joki'd our hearts, defcend to keep My deareft charge ; to watch thy fleep, Hint fofter dreams ; to chafe away Black error's mift, and bright difplay The form of virtue to thy fight...
Page 167 - Hark ! they whifper ; Angels fay, Sifter Spirit, come away ! What is this abforbs me quite, Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight, Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my foul, can this be Death?
Page 130 - Once this cold hand could touch the lyre, And ev'ry tender thought infpire : Now finking to its parent clay, All chang'd, the body feems to fay, Thus life, a fimdovv, fleets away I O WHISO WHISPER (till, thou voice divine ! Thine be the lore, attention mine.
Page 132 - High rais'd on Virtue's eagle wing, The Patriots aft, the Poets fing ; With purer fires the Lovers glow, Than youth or fenfe infpire below. Here join we then the kindred race, That fprings to meet our fpft embrace ; Or in fome fweet fequefter'd grove Mix flame with flame, and love with love.