ON READING LADY MARY MONTAGUE AND MRS. ROWE'S LETTERS. Janet Little (later Richmond) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
Broad Street Oxford OX1 3BG UK
Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive
Taylor Institution Library St Giles' Oxford OX1 3NA UK info@eighteenthcenturypoetry.org https://www.eighteenthcenturypoetry.org/
Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126549 Little, Janet, 1759-1813. The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid. Air Printed by John & Peter Wilson 1792 pp. [153]-154.

This e-text is part of the Works section of the Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive (ECPA).

XML created for the Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive (ECPA).

Typography, spelling, capitalization, and punctuation have been cautiously modernized. The source of the text is given and all significant editorial interventions have been recorded in textual notes. This text has been edited to conform to the recommendations found in Level 5 of the Best Practices for TEI in Libraries version 4.0.0.

Library of Congress Name Authority File (LCNAF) text-indent: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center; text-align: right; text-align: left; display: inline font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;
ON READING LADY MARY MONTAGUE AND MRS. ROWE'S LETTERS . AS Venus by night , so MONTAGUE bright Long in the gay circle did shine : She tun'd well the lyre , mankind did admire ; They prais'd , and they call'd her divine . This pride of the times , in far distant climes , Stood high in the temple of Fame : Britannia's shore , then ceas'd to adore , A greater the tribute did claim . To sue for the prize , fam'd ROWE did arise , More bright than Apollo was she : Superior rays obtain'd now the bays , And MONTAGUE bended the knee . O excellent ROWE , much Britain does owe To what you've ingen'ously penn'd : Of virtue and wit , the model you've hit ; Who reads must you ever commend . Would ladies pursue , the paths trod by you , And jointly to learning aspire , The men soon would yield unto them the field , And critics in silence admire .