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Poem January 19, 1787

The New York Packet

New York, New York County, New York

What is this article about?

A romantic poem depicting the joys of an evening walk with a lover, observing the sunset, moonrise, stars, and expressing intimate conversation and sorrow at parting.

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JONATHAN'S CORNER.

The PLEASURES of an EVENING's WALK.

Yonder grove, where lovers true
Do oft repair to tell their tales;
Without delays, let I and you
Direct our course with lighted steps.

Those western walks the setting sun
With radiant beams completely fill;
His daily course is nearly run,
Beneath the summit of yon hill.

View him descend, and spread abroad
View distant worlds, with one accord,
His golden train through boundless space;
Arise as he completes his race.

Look to the east, and there behold
The Moon with equal pomp arise,
Encirled with a robe of gold,
Full to our view, ascends the skies.

View, through the thick impending leaves,
The twinkling stars display their light;
In opposition see the sheaves
Of flashing vapours clear the night.

The solemn echo that rebounds
From ev'ry corner of this grove,
Repeats the soft and pleasing sounds
That pass between me and my love.

Let no intruder pass this way,
To listen to our private talk;
Let all that we then do or say,
Lay dormant in that pleasant walk.

Alas! when the sad time is come,
That you and I again must part;
I'll see you safe unto your home,
And leave with you my wounded heart.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Pastoral

What themes does it cover?

Nature Seasons Love Courtship

What keywords are associated?

Evening Walk Sunset Moonrise Lovers Grove Romance Nature Parting

Poem Details

Title

The Pleasures Of An Evening's Walk.

Subject

Pleasures Of An Evening's Walk With A Lover

Form / Style

Quatrains With Abab Rhyme Scheme

Key Lines

Yonder Grove, Where Lovers True Do Oft Repair To Tell Their Tales; Without Delays, Let I And You Direct Our Course With Lighted Steps. Look To The East, And There Behold The Moon With Equal Pomp Arise, Encirled With A Robe Of Gold, Full To Our View, Ascends The Skies. Alas! When The Sad Time Is Come, That You And I Again Must Part; I'll See You Safe Unto Your Home, And Leave With You My Wounded Heart.

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