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BG.739.014
2-9 Jul 1739:32 (1016)
From the Magazine, March 1739.
ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE CELEBRATED MRS. ROWE.
Come all ye fair, in sable weeds appear,
For all your sexes pride lied buried here.
Here all ye graces, all ye virtues come.
And watch and week sound Phylomela's Tomb.
Ye muses, here your sacred sorrows shed,
You lov'd her living, and should mourn her dead.
With myrtle and with bayer adorn her [ ]
And sing her praise in never dying verse
Or bid your Watts again resume the lyre
And fill his soul with more than mortal fire.
----Ah no! she scorn'd from other to receive,
That immortality she best could give.
Then rest dear shade, secore of deathless fame,
Time cannot blast your verse; nor envy blame.
The miscellaneous works in prose & verse of Mrs. Elizabeth
Rowe, 2 vol Oct 9: London. Devout Exercises of the Heart,
2s. Friendship in Death, with letters moral and
entertaining; 4 s. The History of Joseph; 1 s.
All pious and polite, and most worthy to be sent for by
gentlemen for the reading of their wives and daughters.
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