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Poem
December 5, 1814
Portland Gazette, And Maine Advertiser
Portland, Cumberland County, Maine
What is this article about?
An elegy mourning the death of a young lady, reflecting on grief, the inevitability of death, and consolation in faith and the afterlife. The poem describes the green turf over her grave, the sorrow of parting, and hopes for eternal reunion.
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POETRY.
FOR THE GAZETTE,
On the recent death of a young Lady
The turf is green where pallid beauty sleeps,
Where true affection hovers round and weeps;
And well may such a spot retain its hue,
While tears of pity thus its sods bedew.
Sad is the hour when kindred souls must part,
And love and friendship moulder in the heart:
Sad is the hour when bending o'er the bier,
We look in vain for some kind angel near.
Those charms that once inspired a tender breast.
Those charms are vanish'd, & this heart at rest,
For human suffering every heart can feel,
But few the springs of sorrow can reveal.
The gen'rous bosom may with pity glow,
And oft participate in other's woe;
Yet who can soothe the anguish of the mind?
And who for inward pangs a solace find?
The strongest ties that bind this mortal clay,
Are weak in texture, and will soon decay,
And parted Friendships soar to kindred skies,
Where bliss congenial, pleasure never dies.
Fair was thy victim, O, relentless Death!
And far too fair, so soon to deck thy wreath;
Could'st thou not pluck some more decaying rose,
That would be lovely thus no more disclose?
Ah no! we bow with sorrow to thy nod,
But look beyond it, to Almighty God;
His hand we reverence, his decrees are just,
He is immortal, and we are but dust.
O'er the lone grave where lie the happy dead,
The sweetest flow'rs shall e'er their fragrance shed;
In living verdure they shall ever bloom,
And every changing year, their scent resume.
A stranger's tears shall oft bedew the spot
And can a stranger's pity be forgot?
The purest off'ring is a stranger's sigh,
It soon may disappear, but cannot die.
R.
FOR THE GAZETTE,
On the recent death of a young Lady
The turf is green where pallid beauty sleeps,
Where true affection hovers round and weeps;
And well may such a spot retain its hue,
While tears of pity thus its sods bedew.
Sad is the hour when kindred souls must part,
And love and friendship moulder in the heart:
Sad is the hour when bending o'er the bier,
We look in vain for some kind angel near.
Those charms that once inspired a tender breast.
Those charms are vanish'd, & this heart at rest,
For human suffering every heart can feel,
But few the springs of sorrow can reveal.
The gen'rous bosom may with pity glow,
And oft participate in other's woe;
Yet who can soothe the anguish of the mind?
And who for inward pangs a solace find?
The strongest ties that bind this mortal clay,
Are weak in texture, and will soon decay,
And parted Friendships soar to kindred skies,
Where bliss congenial, pleasure never dies.
Fair was thy victim, O, relentless Death!
And far too fair, so soon to deck thy wreath;
Could'st thou not pluck some more decaying rose,
That would be lovely thus no more disclose?
Ah no! we bow with sorrow to thy nod,
But look beyond it, to Almighty God;
His hand we reverence, his decrees are just,
He is immortal, and we are but dust.
O'er the lone grave where lie the happy dead,
The sweetest flow'rs shall e'er their fragrance shed;
In living verdure they shall ever bloom,
And every changing year, their scent resume.
A stranger's tears shall oft bedew the spot
And can a stranger's pity be forgot?
The purest off'ring is a stranger's sigh,
It soon may disappear, but cannot die.
R.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Young Lady Death
Mourning Elegy
Grave Turf
Religious Consolation
Eternal Friendship
What entities or persons were involved?
R.
Poem Details
Title
On The Recent Death Of A Young Lady
Author
R.
Subject
The Recent Death Of A Young Lady
Key Lines
The Turf Is Green Where Pallid Beauty Sleeps,
Where True Affection Hovers Round And Weeps;
Fair Was Thy Victim, O, Relentless Death!
And Far Too Fair, So Soon To Deck Thy Wreath;
Ah No! We Bow With Sorrow To Thy Nod,
But Look Beyond It, To Almighty God;