Published Works
Plumptre was a man of great versatility and attained high reputation as a translator of the plays of Sophocles (1865), Aeschylus (1868) and the Divina commedia of Dante (1886).
In verse, his main achievements were Lazarus (1864), and Master and Scholar (1866).
Among his many theological works, An Exposition of the Epistles to the Seven Churches (1877), The Spirits in Prison (1884), The Book of Proverbs (which he annotated in the Speaker's Commentary), the Synoptic Gospels, Acts, and II Corinthians, in Charles Ellicott's New Testament Commentary, and Life and Letters of Thomas Ken, Bishop of Bath and Wells (1888) are most notable.
Plumptre is also the author of the well-known hymn, "Rejoice, Ye Pure in Heart" (1865), written for a choir festival held at majestic Peterborough Cathedral.
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