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Poem
September 5, 1818
Daily National Intelligencer
Washington, District Of Columbia
What is this article about?
Poem elegizing soldiers buried on a small green island in Lake Champlain, who died in battle on September 11, 1814. Evokes natural beauty honoring the dead amid themes of glory and eternal remembrance.
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THE ISLE OF THE DEAD.
In passing Lake Champlain, they informed us of a small green island, where the brave men were buried who fell on the 11th Sept. 1814.
Around the fair isle the wild birds sing,
And plunge in the lake the sparkling wing.
Above the fair isle the wild flowers bloom,
To deck the sod of the warrior's tomb.
Cold and damp is the warrior's sleep,
And above their grave the wild flowers weep.
As we passed that isle the wind blew fair
No murmur, nor hearse, nor shroud was there;
But we viewed the sods on the dead that lay,
And we thought of the crimson battle fray.
Cold and damp is the warrior's grave,
And heavy's the turf that hides the brave.
When the light of their souls grew dim in death,
No mother watched o'er their waning breath;
Like the stars on a summer night they fell,
And glory proclaimed their parting knell.
Cold and damp is the warrior's bed,
But glory is hovering around the dead.
To soothe their slumbers the wild birds sing
To honor their sod the fair flowers spring;
And many a day, and many a year,
Shall scatter with wreaths their lonely bier.
In darkness and death the warriors lie.
But Glory and Honor shall never die.
In passing Lake Champlain, they informed us of a small green island, where the brave men were buried who fell on the 11th Sept. 1814.
Around the fair isle the wild birds sing,
And plunge in the lake the sparkling wing.
Above the fair isle the wild flowers bloom,
To deck the sod of the warrior's tomb.
Cold and damp is the warrior's sleep,
And above their grave the wild flowers weep.
As we passed that isle the wind blew fair
No murmur, nor hearse, nor shroud was there;
But we viewed the sods on the dead that lay,
And we thought of the crimson battle fray.
Cold and damp is the warrior's grave,
And heavy's the turf that hides the brave.
When the light of their souls grew dim in death,
No mother watched o'er their waning breath;
Like the stars on a summer night they fell,
And glory proclaimed their parting knell.
Cold and damp is the warrior's bed,
But glory is hovering around the dead.
To soothe their slumbers the wild birds sing
To honor their sod the fair flowers spring;
And many a day, and many a year,
Shall scatter with wreaths their lonely bier.
In darkness and death the warriors lie.
But Glory and Honor shall never die.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
War Military
What keywords are associated?
Isle Of The Dead
Lake Champlain
Warriors Tomb
1814 Battle
Fallen Brave
Poem Details
Title
The Isle Of The Dead.
Subject
Burial Of Warriors Who Fell On 11th Sept. 1814 In Lake Champlain
Key Lines
Around The Fair Isle The Wild Birds Sing,
And Plunge In The Lake The Sparkling Wing.
Cold And Damp Is The Warrior's Sleep,
And Above Their Grave The Wild Flowers Weep.
But Glory And Honor Shall Never Die.