Paraphrase on Revel. chap. 1. from v. 13. to v. 18. Elizabeth Rowe (née Singer) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R7317 A57734 Rowe, Elizabeth Singer, 1674-1737. Poems on several occasions. Written by Philomela. London Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street 1696 pp. 19-21. [24],72,69,[11]p.; 8⁰

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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 : 'Twas 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 .