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Poem April 18, 1766

The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

Portsmouth, Greenland, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

A Daughter of Liberty in Providence rejects a suitor's marriage proposal in a patriotic extempore poem, criticizing his reluctance to oppose the Stamp Act and urging him to fight for freedom before seeking her hand.

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NEWPORT. March 10.

The following was spoken Extempore by a Daughter of Liberty at Providence, to a young Gentleman, who appears to have solicited Marriage, but not being inclined to support the Execution of the Stamp Act, meets with this cruel Repulse, viz.

I.

A while fond Damon, prithee tarry;
Nor woo me to thy eager Arms,
Thinkest thou, this a Time to marry.
When Our dear Country's in Alarms?

II.

In holy Wedlock shall we join
Our Hands when fierce Oppression braves:
Or canst thou wish to have me thine
To propagate a Brood of Slaves?

III.

No: furbish up thy Armour bright,
And let me first thy Valour see;
Who for his Freedom fears to fight,
I fear will never stand by me.

IV.

Then buckle on your trusty Sword;
And when your Freedom's Foes are fled
I plight thee now my faithful Word
To take thee to my Virgin Bed.

March 23d. 1766.

PHILALETHES.

What sub-type of article is it?

Satire Verse Letter

What themes does it cover?

Liberty Independence Political Taxation Tyranny

What keywords are associated?

Stamp Act Daughter Of Liberty Marriage Refusal Freedom Fight Patriotism Oppression Valor

What entities or persons were involved?

A Daughter Of Liberty

Poem Details

Author

A Daughter Of Liberty

Subject

Refusal Of Marriage Proposal Due To Suitor's Opposition To Resisting The Stamp Act

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

Thinkest Thou, This A Time To Marry. When Our Dear Country's In Alarms? To Propagate A Brood Of Slaves? Who For His Freedom Fears To Fight, I Fear Will Never Stand By Me. Then Buckle On Your Trusty Sword; And When Your Freedom's Foes Are Fled I Plight Thee Now My Faithful Word To Take Thee To My Virgin Bed.

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