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Poems on several occasions written by Philomela.
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Rowe, Elizabeth Singer, 1674-1737.
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Wing R2062; ESTC R7317
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I would not pause but with a noble Scorn At the unequal slighted offer spurn Yes I to Fools these trifles can resign Nor envy them the World whilst thou art mine I love thee as my Centre and can find No Point but thee to stay my doubtful mind Potent and uncontroul'd its Motions were Till fixt in thee it s only congruous Sphere Urg'd with a thousand specious Baits I stood Displeas'd and sighing for some distant good To calm its genuine Dictates but betwixt Them all remain'd suspended and unfixt I love thee so 't is more than Death to be My Life my Love my all depriv'd of thee 'T is Hell 't is Horror shades and darkness then Till thou unveil'st thy Heavenly Face agen I Love thee so I 'de kiss the Dart should free My flatterring Soul and send her up to thee O would'st thou break her Chain with what delight She 'd spread her Wings and bid the world goodnight Scarce for my bright conductors would I stay But lead thy flaming Ministers the way In their known passage to eternal day And yet the Climes of Light would not seem fair Unless I met my bright Redeemer there Unless I saw my Shining Saviours Face And cop't all Heaven in his sweet embrace Paraphrase on Cant. 5. 6. c. OH How his Pointed Language like a Dart Sticks to the softest Fibres of my Heart Quite through my Soul the charming Accents slide That from his Life inspiring Portals glide And whilst I the inchanting sound admire My melting Vitals in a Trance expire Oh Son of Venus Mourn thy baffled Arts For I defye the proudest of thy Darts Undazled now I thy weak Taper View And find no fatal influence accrue Nor would fond Child thy feebler Lamp appear Should my bright Sun deign to approach more near Canst thou his Rival then pretend to prove Thou a false Idol he the God of Love Lovely beyond Conception he is all Reason or Fancy amiable call All that the most exerted thoughts can reach When sublimated to its utmost streach Oh! altogether Charming why in thee Do the vain World no Form or Beauty see Why do they Idolize a dusty clod And yet refuse their Homage to a God Why from a beautious flowing Fountain turn For the Dead Puddle of a narrow Urn Oh Carnal Madness sure we falsly call So dull a thing as man is rational Alas my shining Love what can there be On Earth so splendid to out-glitter thee In whom the brightness of a God-head Shines With all its lovely and endearing Lines Thee with whose light Mortallity once blest Would throw off its dark Veil to be possest Then altogether Lovely why in thee Do the vain World no Form or Beauty see A Pindarick to the Athenian Society I. I 'VE toucht each string each muse I have invok't Yet still the mighty theam Copes my unequal praise Perhaps the God of Numbers is provok't I grasp a Subject fit for none but him Or Drydens sweeter lays Dryden A name I ne're could yet rehearse But straight my thoughts were all transformed to verse II. And now methinks I rise But still the lofty Subject baulks my slight And still my muse despairs to do great Athens right Yet takes the Zealous Tribute which I bring The early products of a Female muse Untill the God into my breast shall mightier thoughts infuse When I with more Command and prouder voice shall sing But how shall I describe the matchless men I 'm lost in the bright labirinth agen III. When the lewd age as ignorant as accurst Arriv'd in vice and error to the worst And like Astrea banisht from the stage Virtue and Truth were ready stretcht for slight Their numerous foes Scarce one of eithers Champions ventur'd to oppose Scarce one brave mind durst openly engage To do them right Till prompted with a generous rage You cop't with all th' abuses of the age Unmaskt and challeng'd its abhorred crimes Nor fear'd to dash the darling vices of the times IV. Successfully go on T' inform and bless mankind as you 've begun Till like your selves they see The frantick world's imagin'd Joys to be Vnmanly sensual and effeminate Till they with such exalted thoughts possest As you 've inspir'd into my willing Breast Are charm'd like me from the impending fate V. For ah Forgive me Heaven I blush to say 't I with the vulgar world thought Irreligion great Tho fine my breeding and my Notions high Tho train'd in the bright tracts of strictest piety I' like my splendid tempters soon grew vain And laid my slighted innocence a side Yet oft my nobler thoughts I have bely'd And to be ill was even reduc'd to feign VI. Untill by you With more Heroick sentiments inspir'd I turn'd and stood the vigorous torrent too And at my former weak retreat admir'd So much was I by your example fir'd So much the heavenly form did win Which to my eyes you 'd painted virtue in VII Oh could my verse With equal flights to after times rehearse Your fame It should as bright and Deathless be As that immortal flame you 've rais'd in me A flame which time And Death it self wants power to controul Not more sublime Is the divine composure of my Soul A friendship so exalted and immense A female breast did ne're before commence Paraphrase on Revel chap. 1. from v. 13. to v. 18. I. WHo could and yet out-live the Amasing sight Oh who could stand the stress of so much Light Amidst the Golden Lamps the Vision stood Form'd like a Man with all the awe and lustre of a God II. A Kingly Vestre cloath'd him to the ground And Radiant Gold his sacred breasts surround But all too thin the Deity to shrow'd For heavenly Rays expresly shone through the unable Cloud III. His head his awful head was grac'd with hair As soft as snow as melted silver fair And from his eys such active Glories flow The conscious Seraphs well may veil their dimmer faces too IV. His Feet were strong and dreadful as his Port Worthy the Godlike Form they did support His Voice resembled the Majestick Fall Of mighty Waves 'T was awful great divine and solemn all V. His powerful hand a Starry Scepter held His mouth a threatning two-edg'd sword did wield His face so wondrous so divinely fair As all the glorious Lights above had been contracted there VI. And now my fainting spirits strove in vain The uncorrected splendor to sustain Unable longer such bright Rays to meet I dy'd beneath the Ponderous Load at the great Vision 's Feet VII Till he that doth the springs of Life contain Breath'd back my soul and bid me live again And thus began but Oh with such an Air That nothing but a power divine had made me live to hear VIII From an unviewable Eternity I was I am and must For ever be I have been dead but live for ever now Amen And have in Triumph led the Kings of Darkness too To a very Young