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Poem
May 17, 1814
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A poem observing a young lady's tears at her school mistress's grave, praising her sympathy and expressing the speaker's wish for similar mourning upon their own death.
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Full Text
From the PORT FOLIO
ON SEEING A YOUNG LADY SHED TEARS AT THE
GRAVE OF HER SCHOOL MISTRESS.
Oh! how tender those sighs, that you breathed
o'er her grave,
Oh! how sacred those tears, which her ashes
bedewed;
And how envied those feelings which sympathy
gave,
With love and with pity so softly imbued.
Your lamented Preceptress no more will disclose
Her truths so benignant in accents so mild;
But her spirit will waft o'er your nightly repose,
And from danger protect her dear innocent child.
Ah! if fate should consign me to Death's cruel
fangs,
And Mortality's vision in haze disappear;
Though dying, yet ah! it would sweeten my pangs,
If I thought you would moisten my grave with
a tear.
ON SEEING A YOUNG LADY SHED TEARS AT THE
GRAVE OF HER SCHOOL MISTRESS.
Oh! how tender those sighs, that you breathed
o'er her grave,
Oh! how sacred those tears, which her ashes
bedewed;
And how envied those feelings which sympathy
gave,
With love and with pity so softly imbued.
Your lamented Preceptress no more will disclose
Her truths so benignant in accents so mild;
But her spirit will waft o'er your nightly repose,
And from danger protect her dear innocent child.
Ah! if fate should consign me to Death's cruel
fangs,
And Mortality's vision in haze disappear;
Though dying, yet ah! it would sweeten my pangs,
If I thought you would moisten my grave with
a tear.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Elegy
School Mistress
Grave Tears
Sympathy
Mourning
Death Pangs
Poem Details
Title
On Seeing A Young Lady Shed Tears At The Grave Of Her School Mistress.
Subject
On Seeing A Young Lady Shed Tears At The Grave Of Her School Mistress
Key Lines
Oh! How Tender Those Sighs, That You Breathed
O'er Her Grave,
Oh! How Sacred Those Tears, Which Her Ashes
Bedewed;
Ah! If Fate Should Consign Me To Death's Cruel
Fangs,
If I Thought You Would Moisten My Grave With
A Tear.