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Poem December 30, 1775

The Virginia Gazette

Richmond, Williamsburg, Richmond County, Virginia

What is this article about?

An elegy mourning the death of Miss Fanny Stevenson of York, praising her virtues as good, affectionate, mild, sincere, and resigned to death, written by a young lady friend who weeps while consoling others.

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On the death of Miss Fanny Stevenson of York, who was snatched away in the very prime of life, to the great regret of all who had the pleasure of her acquaintance. By a young Lady.

Of thee, blest maid, I'll tune the youthful lyre,
Which nought but real friendship could inspire;
And may the muses deign to aid my verse,
Whilst with truth my Fanny's praise rehearse:
Yes, she was good, affectionate, and mild,
A tender sister, an obedient child;
Sincere friendship till her latest breath,
And quit resigned she seem'd to welcome death.
Nor did she wish in tears to leave us all,
When she obey'd her heavenly father's call.
Why weep we then whom she has left behind,
Since, without doubt, a blest exchange she'll find?
Yet, while I thus reprove, the starting tear
Forces its way, and bids my pen to here.
Accept, my friend, this tear, this witless lay,
The poor, but only tribute I can pay.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Friendship

What keywords are associated?

Elegy Fanny Stevenson Death Mourning York Friendship Virtues Resignation Death

What entities or persons were involved?

By A Young Lady.

Poem Details

Title

On The Death Of Miss Fanny Stevenson Of York, Who Was Snatched Away In The Very Prime Of Life, To The Great Regret Of All Who Had The Pleasure Of Her Acquaintance.

Author

By A Young Lady.

Subject

Death Of Miss Fanny Stevenson Of York

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

Yes, She Was Good, Affectionate, And Mild, A Tender Sister, An Obedient Child; Sincere Friendship Till Her Latest Breath, And Quit Resigned She Seem'd To Welcome Death. Why Weep We Then Whom She Has Left Behind, Since, Without Doubt, A Blest Exchange She'll Find? Accept, My Friend, This Tear, This Witless Lay, The Poor, But Only Tribute I Can Pay.

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