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Poem
June 17, 1826
Northern Star, And Warren And Bristol Gazette
Warren, Bristol County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A patriotic poem reflecting on the beauty of dying for one's country, featuring a mother's grief for her fallen soldier son and the promise of heavenly reward.
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Full Text
From the New-York Statesman.
VERSES.
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."
How sweet, how beautiful is death
When for our native land we die!
The star of glory gilds the heath
Where o'er our graves the wild winds sigh.
How soft are their aerial strains!
Like angel echoes caught by night,
When the bright orbs in silver chains,
Spread o'er the earth their snowy light.
And oft in their calm radiance,
The mother decks her marble urn,
And looking up to heaven's expanse,
She sobs,—My soldier-boy return!
Will he return? No more her arms
Shall clasp the darling to her breast,
His eyes have lost their azure charms,
Waveth no plume upon his crest!
Yet though that mourner's heart is broke,
She smiles in all her agony,
And thinks his mother he forsook,
For a far happier home on high!
How sweet, how beautiful is death
When for our native land we die!
Bards with their harps of laurel wreath
Shall mention us in minstrelsy.
VERSES.
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."
How sweet, how beautiful is death
When for our native land we die!
The star of glory gilds the heath
Where o'er our graves the wild winds sigh.
How soft are their aerial strains!
Like angel echoes caught by night,
When the bright orbs in silver chains,
Spread o'er the earth their snowy light.
And oft in their calm radiance,
The mother decks her marble urn,
And looking up to heaven's expanse,
She sobs,—My soldier-boy return!
Will he return? No more her arms
Shall clasp the darling to her breast,
His eyes have lost their azure charms,
Waveth no plume upon his crest!
Yet though that mourner's heart is broke,
She smiles in all her agony,
And thinks his mother he forsook,
For a far happier home on high!
How sweet, how beautiful is death
When for our native land we die!
Bards with their harps of laurel wreath
Shall mention us in minstrelsy.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Patriotism
War Military
What keywords are associated?
Patriotism
Soldier Death
Mourning Mother
Pro Patria Mori
Heavenly Reward
What entities or persons were involved?
From The New York Statesman
Poem Details
Title
Verses
Author
From The New York Statesman
Subject
Pro Patria Mori
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
How Sweet, How Beautiful Is Death
When For Our Native Land We Die!
She Sobs,—My Soldier Boy Return!
Yet Though That Mourner's Heart Is Broke,
She Smiles In All Her Agony,
And Thinks His Mother He Forsook,
For A Far Happier Home On High!