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PG-P.739.016
19-26 Jul 1739:22 (554)
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 lies buried here.
Here all ye graces, all ye virtues come,
And watch and weep round Philomela's tomb.
Ye muses, here your sacred sorrows shed,
You lov'd her living, and should mourn her dead.
With myrtle, and with bayes adorn her hearse,
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.
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