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Poem February 17, 1787

Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

A convivial poem celebrating the superior joys of sleighing over other social pleasures like phaetons, chariots, and balls, urging gallant men to win ladies' hearts through sleigh rides.

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Parnassian Spring.

To the Heroes of the Sleigh.

For all the fine things that the gay celebrate,
Each fete,
And the many odd fancies that come from it,
Sure it's matter of wonder that none e'er have found
The circle of joys that in sleighing abound.

There are some who in phaetons glory to roll,
Their soul,
Whilst others in chariots expand the whole soul.
To bestride prancing horses full many may please;
But the pleasures of sleighing are greater than thee.

Mulidora, Miss Mira, and all the gay throng,
In exchange for a sleighing will give you a song:
They will leave a dear ball, concerto or play,
And vow that no music's so sweet as a sleigh.

Then strike a bold stroke, gain their hearts while you can;
The greater gallant, the more favourite man.
'Tis not whining nor pining that carries the day;
So away with such nonsense, and out with the SLEIGH!

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Song

What themes does it cover?

Love Courtship Satire Society

What keywords are associated?

Sleighing Joys Heroes Of The Sleigh Gallant Courtship Winter Pleasures Social Satire

Poem Details

Title

To The Heroes Of The Sleigh

Subject

Celebrating Sleighing

Form / Style

Rhymed Stanzas

Key Lines

For All The Fine Things That The Gay Celebrate, Each Fete, And The Many Odd Fancies That Come From It, Sure It's Matter Of Wonder That None E'er Have Found The Circle Of Joys That In Sleighing Abound. Mulidora, Miss Mira, And All The Gay Throng, In Exchange For A Sleighing Will Give You A Song: They Will Leave A Dear Ball, Concerto Or Play, And Vow That No Music's So Sweet As A Sleigh. Then Strike A Bold Stroke, Gain Their Hearts While You Can; The Greater Gallant, The More Favourite Man. 'Tis Not Whining Nor Pining That Carries The Day; So Away With Such Nonsense, And Out With The Sleigh!

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