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Poem
April 24, 1772
The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle
Portsmouth, Greenland, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A sonnet expressing a husband's joy in traditional marital bonds, mutual affection, and enduring love, contrasting with modern disdain for such ties.
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SONNET.
By a HUSBAND, but not a modern one
WHEN on thy bosom I recline.
Enraptur'd still to call thee mine-
To call thee mine for life,
I glory in the sacred ties
Which modern wives and fools despise)
Of husband and of wife.
One mutual flame inspires our bliss,
The tender look - the melting kiss,
Ev'n years have not destroy'd ;
Some sweet sensation ever new
Springs up--and proves the maxim true;
That love can ne'er be cloy'd.
Have I a wish, 'tis all for thee ;
Hast thou a wish. 'tis all for me ;
So oft our moments move,
That angels look with ardent gaze,
Well pleas'd to see our happy days,
And bid us live-and love:
If cares arise (and cares will come)
Thy bosom is my softest home,
I lull me there to rest ;
And is there ought disturbs my air,
I bid her sigh out all her care,
And lose it in my breast.
Have I a joy. 'tis all her own,
Of her's and mine are all but one :
Our hearts are so intwin'd.
That like the ivy round the tree,
Bound up in closest amity.
Tis death to be disjoin'd.
By a HUSBAND, but not a modern one
WHEN on thy bosom I recline.
Enraptur'd still to call thee mine-
To call thee mine for life,
I glory in the sacred ties
Which modern wives and fools despise)
Of husband and of wife.
One mutual flame inspires our bliss,
The tender look - the melting kiss,
Ev'n years have not destroy'd ;
Some sweet sensation ever new
Springs up--and proves the maxim true;
That love can ne'er be cloy'd.
Have I a wish, 'tis all for thee ;
Hast thou a wish. 'tis all for me ;
So oft our moments move,
That angels look with ardent gaze,
Well pleas'd to see our happy days,
And bid us live-and love:
If cares arise (and cares will come)
Thy bosom is my softest home,
I lull me there to rest ;
And is there ought disturbs my air,
I bid her sigh out all her care,
And lose it in my breast.
Have I a joy. 'tis all her own,
Of her's and mine are all but one :
Our hearts are so intwin'd.
That like the ivy round the tree,
Bound up in closest amity.
Tis death to be disjoin'd.
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Marriage Celebration
Love Courtship
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Sonnet
Marriage
Enduring Love
Mutual Bliss
Husband Wife
What entities or persons were involved?
By A Husband, But Not A Modern One
Poem Details
Title
Sonnet.
Author
By A Husband, But Not A Modern One
Key Lines
One Mutual Flame Inspires Our Bliss,
The Tender Look The Melting Kiss,
Ev'n Years Have Not Destroy'd ;
Have I A Wish, 'Tis All For Thee ;
Hast Thou A Wish. 'Tis All For Me ;
That Like The Ivy Round The Tree,
Bound Up In Closest Amity.
Tis Death To Be Disjoin'd.