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Poem
August 27, 1803
Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A poetic address to a dove mourning alone in the grove, inquiring about its sorrows—lost partner, betrayed friendship, envy, or hapless love—and expressing sympathy and a desire to share its flight and sighs.
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For the Republican.
To the DOVE.
HAIL sweet complainer of the grove,
Who lov'st to sit alone,
Far from the busy haunts of man,
In tender strain to mourn.
Say, if the cause thou wilt reveal,
What passions stir thy breast?
Hast thou thy beauteous partner lost
Which once thy heart possest?
Has faithless friendship thee betray'd
Or envy hurl'd its dart?
Or do the pangs of hapless love
With sorrow swell thy heart?
Let me attend thy plaintive lay.
The story of thy woe;
The tale shall bid thy melting tear
Of sympathy to flow.
Could I with wav'ring pinions soar
With thee I'd mount the sky:
Together we would wing our way.
Together pour the sigh.
OSCAR.
To the DOVE.
HAIL sweet complainer of the grove,
Who lov'st to sit alone,
Far from the busy haunts of man,
In tender strain to mourn.
Say, if the cause thou wilt reveal,
What passions stir thy breast?
Hast thou thy beauteous partner lost
Which once thy heart possest?
Has faithless friendship thee betray'd
Or envy hurl'd its dart?
Or do the pangs of hapless love
With sorrow swell thy heart?
Let me attend thy plaintive lay.
The story of thy woe;
The tale shall bid thy melting tear
Of sympathy to flow.
Could I with wav'ring pinions soar
With thee I'd mount the sky:
Together we would wing our way.
Together pour the sigh.
OSCAR.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Friendship
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Dove
Mourning
Sympathy
Lost Love
Betrayed Friendship
Nature Grove
What entities or persons were involved?
Oscar.
Poem Details
Title
To The Dove.
Author
Oscar.
Subject
Address To A Mourning Dove
Key Lines
Hail Sweet Complainer Of The Grove,
Who Lov'st To Sit Alone,
Far From The Busy Haunts Of Man,
In Tender Strain To Mourn.
Hast Thou Thy Beauteous Partner Lost
Which Once Thy Heart Possest?
Has Faithless Friendship Thee Betray'd
Or Envy Hurl'd Its Dart?
Or Do The Pangs Of Hapless Love
With Sorrow Swell Thy Heart?
Could I With Wav'ring Pinions Soar
With Thee I'd Mount The Sky:
Together We Would Wing Our Way.
Together Pour The Sigh.