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Poem
August 9, 1834
Republican Herald
Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A satirical poem titled 'Sour Grapes' where a suitor lavishly praises a woman's beauty in hyperbolic terms, only to curse and insult her harshly upon her rejection, embodying the idiom of sour grapes.
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POETRY
SOUR GRAPES.
My love, thou'rt fairer than the dawn
Or April's brightest day:
And the beauty of thy cheek outvies
The loveliest tints of May.
The odoriferous perfumes
Which load the spicy gale,
To thy sweet life-inspiring breath,
Are virtueless and stale.
O! how enchantingly around
The polished neck of thine,
Thy jetless raven tresses bright
In glossy ringlets twine!
And they wave so feelingly
O'er fields of purest pearl,
Ten thousand beauties sport around
Each captivating curl.
Those eyes! do turn them, dear, away,
So ravishing they roll;
Those sun-eclipsing diamonds.
They pierce my inmost soul:
Those lips, how do they sparkle forth
The ruby's brightest glow.
And thy breast outshines in purity
The winter's drifted snow.
Thy voice—oh how divinely sweet!
'Tis like the seraph's note,
And fairy-like a perfect form
Seems o'er the air to float—
Words cannot tell, nor thought can dream,
The pangs I undergo
For thee, and say wilt thou be mine
My Heavenly angel?—nay "No!"
What! zounds, thou red-hair'd, freckled slut,
Thou garlic-breath'd old main,
Thou squinting, raw-boned, overgrown,
Ungainly, croaking jade!
What! rid of thee; ye lucky stars!
I'm thunderstruck with joy!
I would not marry such a club,
For all the wealth of Troy.
SOUR GRAPES.
My love, thou'rt fairer than the dawn
Or April's brightest day:
And the beauty of thy cheek outvies
The loveliest tints of May.
The odoriferous perfumes
Which load the spicy gale,
To thy sweet life-inspiring breath,
Are virtueless and stale.
O! how enchantingly around
The polished neck of thine,
Thy jetless raven tresses bright
In glossy ringlets twine!
And they wave so feelingly
O'er fields of purest pearl,
Ten thousand beauties sport around
Each captivating curl.
Those eyes! do turn them, dear, away,
So ravishing they roll;
Those sun-eclipsing diamonds.
They pierce my inmost soul:
Those lips, how do they sparkle forth
The ruby's brightest glow.
And thy breast outshines in purity
The winter's drifted snow.
Thy voice—oh how divinely sweet!
'Tis like the seraph's note,
And fairy-like a perfect form
Seems o'er the air to float—
Words cannot tell, nor thought can dream,
The pangs I undergo
For thee, and say wilt thou be mine
My Heavenly angel?—nay "No!"
What! zounds, thou red-hair'd, freckled slut,
Thou garlic-breath'd old main,
Thou squinting, raw-boned, overgrown,
Ungainly, croaking jade!
What! rid of thee; ye lucky stars!
I'm thunderstruck with joy!
I would not marry such a club,
For all the wealth of Troy.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
Epigram
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Sour Grapes
Unrequited Love
Satirical Courtship
Flattery Rejection
Hypocritical Suitor
Poem Details
Title
Sour Grapes.
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
Words Cannot Tell, Nor Thought Can Dream, The Pangs I Undergo For Thee, And Say Wilt Thou Be Mine My Heavenly Angel?—Nay "No!"
What! Zounds, Thou Red Hair'd, Freckled Slut, Thou Garlic Breath'd Old Main, Thou Squinting, Raw Boned, Overgrown, Ungainly, Croaking Jade!
What! Rid Of Thee; Ye Lucky Stars! I'm Thunderstruck With Joy! I Would Not Marry Such A Club, For All The Wealth Of Troy.