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Poem
May 3, 1833
Phenix Gazette
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
An elegy addressed to a portrait of the deceased Mrs. D. D. the elder, praising her youthful beauty and lamenting her death, while finding solace in her heavenly ascent, dated April 23, 1833.
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[For the Alexandria Gazette.]
To a Portrait of Mrs. D. D. the elder.
How young, and fair and bright, thou art!
How much of mind, and soul and heart,
Is gleaming from those hazel eyes,
Or on that lip in freshness lies!
How child-like falls thy silken hair,
As if the breeze had just been there—
Suspicion's self might trust that smile,
Its sweetness never could beguile!
And then, that brow, so high and fair,
Where not one line is writ by care;
It must have been Thought's fav'rite home,
So well is arch'd the beauteous dome!
Yet, while I gaze, a sigh will start
For what thou wast, and what thou art!
Ah, fair one! did the cold grave fold thee
In its long, long embrace to hold thee!
Oh! where was the Egyptian's art.
To win from dust the mortal part!
Hearts broke, and many a head did bow,
But those who wept, are with thee now!
And He who fashioned thee so well,
And made thy beauty like a spell,
Bore thy young spirit far away.
To regions brighter than the day!
Then, shall we mourn the Egyptian's art?
No! Grave, thou 'rt welcome to thy part.
APRIL 23, 1833.
IMOGENE.
To a Portrait of Mrs. D. D. the elder.
How young, and fair and bright, thou art!
How much of mind, and soul and heart,
Is gleaming from those hazel eyes,
Or on that lip in freshness lies!
How child-like falls thy silken hair,
As if the breeze had just been there—
Suspicion's self might trust that smile,
Its sweetness never could beguile!
And then, that brow, so high and fair,
Where not one line is writ by care;
It must have been Thought's fav'rite home,
So well is arch'd the beauteous dome!
Yet, while I gaze, a sigh will start
For what thou wast, and what thou art!
Ah, fair one! did the cold grave fold thee
In its long, long embrace to hold thee!
Oh! where was the Egyptian's art.
To win from dust the mortal part!
Hearts broke, and many a head did bow,
But those who wept, are with thee now!
And He who fashioned thee so well,
And made thy beauty like a spell,
Bore thy young spirit far away.
To regions brighter than the day!
Then, shall we mourn the Egyptian's art?
No! Grave, thou 'rt welcome to thy part.
APRIL 23, 1833.
IMOGENE.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Portrait Mrs D D
Elegy Death
Afterlife
Religious Consolation
Beauty Mourning
What entities or persons were involved?
Imogene.
Poem Details
Title
To A Portrait Of Mrs. D. D. The Elder.
Author
Imogene.
Subject
To A Portrait Of Mrs. D. D. The Elder
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
How Young, And Fair And Bright, Thou Art!
Yet, While I Gaze, A Sigh Will Start
For What Thou Wast, And What Thou Art!
Ah, Fair One! Did The Cold Grave Fold Thee
In Its Long, Long Embrace To Hold Thee!
And He Who Fashioned Thee So Well,
And Made Thy Beauty Like A Spell,
Bore Thy Young Spirit Far Away.
To Regions Brighter Than The Day!
Then, Shall We Mourn The Egyptian's Art?
No! Grave, Thou 'Rt Welcome To Thy Part.