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An Allegorical Masque by Elizabeth Craven

Brandenburgh house from The Beauties of England and Wales by John Britton.

The text of this allegory is preserved in manuscript in the British Library. It appears to be the first work of Elizabeth Craven's that was performed in her celebrated private theatre at Brandenburgh House in Hammersmith, Middlesex in what is now London.  The work can be firmly dated to 1793 because of its allusions to the outbreak of war between Britain and France, and also from its verses dedicating the theatre to the Muse Thalia, and pronouncing a benediction over it. The text below has been edited and corrected.

Brandenburgh House from the River Thames. The theatre is visible on the left of the picture. An Allegorical Masque, performed at Brandenburgh House in 1793, written by Elizabeth Craven, Margravine of Anspach
 [SCENE, A wood. In the back-ground, a view of the Thames.[1] A dreadful storm of thunder and lightening. Queen Mab [2] enters surrounded by fairies. She waves her wand,---- the storm …

A Question of Disputed Authorship - Craven or Carlisle?

In the anthology Poems on various subjects, edited by Thomas Tomkins in 1804, we find “A Prayer for Indifference” by Mrs Greville.[1] 
Sweet airy being, wanton sprite, That lurk'st in woods unseen, And oft by Cynthia's silver light Trip'st gaily o'er the green;
Oh! deign once more t'exert thy power; Haply some herb or tree, Sov’reign as juice of western flower, Conceals a balm for me.
I ask no kind return of love, No tempting charm to please: Far from the heart those gifts remove, That sighs for peace and ease.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, - But, turning, trembles too.
Far as distress the soul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree: 'Tis bliss but to a certain bound; Beyond, is agony.
Take then this treacherous sense of mine, Which dooms me still to smart: Which pleasure can to pain refine; To pains new pangs impart.
Oh, haste to shed the sacred balm, My shatter'd nerves new string; And …