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Literary
December 28, 1820
The Alexandrian: A Commercial, Agricultural And Literary Journal
Alexandria, District Of Columbia
What is this article about?
A poem describing the grandeur of a stormy evening, with winds bending forests, turbulent lakes, and reflections on historical events and human tragedy, such as a shipwreck endangering a friend.
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THE TEMPESTUOUS EVENING.
BY JOHN SCOTT, OF AMWELL.
There's grandeur in the sounding storm,
That drives the hurrying clouds along,
That on each other seem to throng,
And mix in many a varied form ;
While, bursting now and then between,
The moon's dim misty orb is seen,
And casts faint glimpses on the green.
Beneath the blast the forests bend,
And thick the branchy ruin lies,
And wide the shower of foliage flies;
The lake's black waves in tumult blend,
Revolving o'er and o'er and o'er,
And foaming on the rocky shore,
Whose caverns echo to their roar.
The sight sublime enrapts my thought,
And swift along the past it strays,
And much of strange event surveys,
What history's faithful tongue has taught,
Or fancy form'd, whose plastic skill
The page with fabled change can fill
Of ill to good, or good to ill.
But can my soul the scene enjoy,
That rends another's breast with pain?
O hapless he, who, near the main,
Now sees its billowy rage destroy ?
Beholds the foundering bark descend,
Nor knows, but what its fate may end,
The moments of his dearest friend!
BY JOHN SCOTT, OF AMWELL.
There's grandeur in the sounding storm,
That drives the hurrying clouds along,
That on each other seem to throng,
And mix in many a varied form ;
While, bursting now and then between,
The moon's dim misty orb is seen,
And casts faint glimpses on the green.
Beneath the blast the forests bend,
And thick the branchy ruin lies,
And wide the shower of foliage flies;
The lake's black waves in tumult blend,
Revolving o'er and o'er and o'er,
And foaming on the rocky shore,
Whose caverns echo to their roar.
The sight sublime enrapts my thought,
And swift along the past it strays,
And much of strange event surveys,
What history's faithful tongue has taught,
Or fancy form'd, whose plastic skill
The page with fabled change can fill
Of ill to good, or good to ill.
But can my soul the scene enjoy,
That rends another's breast with pain?
O hapless he, who, near the main,
Now sees its billowy rage destroy ?
Beholds the foundering bark descend,
Nor knows, but what its fate may end,
The moments of his dearest friend!
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Nature
Death Mortality
What keywords are associated?
Storm Grandeur
Nature Sublime
Shipwreck Tragedy
Moral Reflection
Tempestuous Evening
What entities or persons were involved?
By John Scott, Of Amwell.
Literary Details
Title
The Tempestuous Evening.
Author
By John Scott, Of Amwell.
Key Lines
There's Grandeur In The Sounding Storm,
That Drives The Hurrying Clouds Along,
The Sight Sublime Enrapts My Thought,
O Hapless He, Who, Near The Main,