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Poem May 29, 1787

The New York Packet

New York, New York County, New York

What is this article about?

The poem describes escaping life's cares to spend serene evenings by the fire with Aminda, a book, and a friend, engaging in reflection, conversation, and writing, finding contentment in poverty despite fortune's partiality.

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POET's CORNER

The EVENING CHOICE.

Escap'd from all the cares of life,
From worldly bust'ling duns, and strife,
When Sol is shrouded in the west,
And by labour laid at rest;
Let me with peaceful mind retire,
Serenely to the sparkling fire;
And as it plays while it burns,
My genius shall awake by turns.
To this retreat, dear fortune, send
Aminda, and a book, and friend,
A sheet of paper, pen and ink,
To note whate'er I read or think;
And thus the evening hours I'd spend
Between Aminda and my friend
Now chatting--low upon Parnassus--
Now truly pitying human cases--
Now feeling for another's grief--
Now wishing to afford relief--
Now thinking on my native home--
Now blaming fate that made me roam--
Now laughing--musing--joking--smiling--
The fleeting time and world beguiling:
Thus let me pass the winter o'er,
Nor think of partial fortune more,
Thus let true happiness conspire
To quell each worthless, mean desire
I see it plain, the rich have care,
Then why should I, though poor, despair?

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode

What themes does it cover?

Moral Virtue Friendship Love Courtship

What keywords are associated?

Evening Choice Peaceful Retreat Aminda Contentment Poverty Fortune Parnassus Winter Evenings

Poem Details

Title

The Evening Choice.

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

Escap'd From All The Cares Of Life, From Worldly Bust'ling Duns, And Strife, To This Retreat, Dear Fortune, Send Aminda, And A Book, And Friend, Thus Let True Happiness Conspire To Quell Each Worthless, Mean Desire I See It Plain, The Rich Have Care, Then Why Should I, Though Poor, Despair?

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