The Works of Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe: Letters moral & entertaining, pt. 3. Devout exercises of the heart. Poems & translations by Mr. Thomas RoweJ. & A. Arch, 1796 |
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abandon'd adore bard beauty bleffings bleft blessed breaſt inſpire bright cauſe celestial Charm ev'ry curft daring defires delight divine dreadful e'er earth ELIZABETH ROWE eternal ev'n eyes fair fate fave fhades fhall fhould fing finks fire fix'd fkies flain flame flaves foar foes foft fongs fons foon foul ftand fung fway fyren gentle Gideon fell glories glorious grace happy hear heart Heav'n heav'nly Heedlefs hell hope horror illuftrious immortal inchanting Jephtha joys laſt lays lefs lift'ning light loft looſe Lord lyre mighty mortal mufe muſt nobleft numbers o'er oppreft paffion Pindar pity pleaſe pleaſures praife praiſe pray'rs purſue rage raiſe rapture realms reign rifing ruin ſhall ſhe ſkies ſmile soul tender Thebes thee theme themſelves thine thoſe thou art thou hast thouſand thro thy love thy pow'r thy throne tranſports trembling triumph tyrant vaft verfe verſe Virtue's waſtes Whene'er whofe wild wretched Ye ministers
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