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Poem November 5, 1833

The Daily Cincinnati Republican, And Commercial Register

Cincinnati, Hamilton County, Ohio

What is this article about?

A whimsical poem imagining life as a fairy, dwelling in nature with dew, flowers, moonlight, and gossamer sails, featuring a fairy court and repetitive refrain.

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OCR Quality

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Full Text

From a volume entitled 'Poems of Youth,' by a Family Circle, supposed to be the production of Mr. Roscoe's family, Liverpool.

I'll be a fairy, and drink the dew,
And creep through the honied flowers,
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance in the evening hours.

My music shall be the soft low gales
Which sigh through the dark green trees,
And heaven's breath swell the gossamer sails
With which I swim the breeze.

The glow-worm shall be my gentle light,
And a lily's cup my bed;
And I'll warm me in the sweet moon light,
And on fallen roses tread.

And ever fresh the grass shall grow
Around my mystic ring,
And little murmurs, sweet and low,
Shall answer when I sing.

And I will hold a fairy court,
And call each slumbering fay.
And wild and gaily will we sport,
As the twilight fades away.

I'll be a fairy and drink the dew.
And creep through the honied flowers,
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance in the evening hours.

What sub-type of article is it?

Song

What themes does it cover?

Nature Seasons

What keywords are associated?

Fairy Dew Honied Flowers Violet Moonlight Gossamer Sails Glow Worm Lily's Cup Mystic Ring Fairy Court

What entities or persons were involved?

From A Volume Entitled 'Poems Of Youth,' By A Family Circle, Supposed To Be The Production Of Mr. Roscoe's Family, Liverpool.

Poem Details

Author

From A Volume Entitled 'Poems Of Youth,' By A Family Circle, Supposed To Be The Production Of Mr. Roscoe's Family, Liverpool.

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains With Refrain

Key Lines

I'll Be A Fairy, And Drink The Dew, And Creep Through The Honied Flowers, And Sleep In The Violet's Tender Blue, And Dance In The Evening Hours.

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