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Literary
March 21, 1807
Herald Of The United States
Warren, Bristol County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A romantic poem from 'one of the poems of Petersburg,' set to the tune 'The Humours of Glen.' It praises the beauty of nature on the mountains and compares it to the sweetness and purity of Mary, appealing to her compassion to turn to love.
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APOLLO's FOUNT.
NATIVE POETRY.
It is useless to compliment where compliments are so frequently due.—The following lines are from one of the poems of Petersburg.
Tune—The Humours of Glen.
How sweet on the mountains, when heath bells are glowing
To wander and list to the busy wild bees
Or stray through the grove where the wild flowers are blowing,
And catch the rich odours that float on the breeze!
Tho' sweet be the breeze from the bosom of roses,
Enchanting the hum of wild bees on the hill,
O Mary, my Mary, are sweeter than those,
Far purer than dew-gems that shine o'er the rill.
Nor the glow of the pink nor the snow of the lily,
Can match her soft cheek—O the beam of her eyes
When the flies on the wings of a Sylph through the valley,
To glad the poor cottage—where misery lies.
O Daughter of Beauty, Compassion's fair bloom
Can pity, soft pity alone thy heart move
O come and repose thy young cares in my bosom
I'll cherish them there till they bloom into love.
NATIVE POETRY.
It is useless to compliment where compliments are so frequently due.—The following lines are from one of the poems of Petersburg.
Tune—The Humours of Glen.
How sweet on the mountains, when heath bells are glowing
To wander and list to the busy wild bees
Or stray through the grove where the wild flowers are blowing,
And catch the rich odours that float on the breeze!
Tho' sweet be the breeze from the bosom of roses,
Enchanting the hum of wild bees on the hill,
O Mary, my Mary, are sweeter than those,
Far purer than dew-gems that shine o'er the rill.
Nor the glow of the pink nor the snow of the lily,
Can match her soft cheek—O the beam of her eyes
When the flies on the wings of a Sylph through the valley,
To glad the poor cottage—where misery lies.
O Daughter of Beauty, Compassion's fair bloom
Can pity, soft pity alone thy heart move
O come and repose thy young cares in my bosom
I'll cherish them there till they bloom into love.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Nature
Love Romance
What keywords are associated?
Native Poetry
Romantic Poem
Nature Beauty
Mary
Compassion Love
Humours Of Glen
What entities or persons were involved?
One Of The Poems Of Petersburg
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One Of The Poems Of Petersburg
Key Lines
How Sweet On The Mountains, When Heath Bells Are Glowing
To Wander And List To The Busy Wild Bees
Or Stray Through The Grove Where The Wild Flowers Are Blowing,
And Catch The Rich Odours That Float On The Breeze!
O Mary, My Mary, Are Sweeter Than Those,
Far Purer Than Dew Gems That Shine O'er The Rill.
O Daughter Of Beauty, Compassion's Fair Bloom
Can Pity, Soft Pity Alone Thy Heart Move
O Come And Repose Thy Young Cares In My Bosom
I'll Cherish Them There Till They Bloom Into Love.