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Poem
December 18, 1828
Martinsburg Gazette And Public Advertiser
Martinsburg, Berkeley County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A speaker addresses a Sybil, urging her to read their destiny from their brow, prepared to face whatever fortunes of joy, sorrow, or misfortune lie ahead.
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POETRY.
From the New York Morning Courier.
DESTINY.
Sybil! look upon my brow—
Read to me my destiny—
Mark the thousands that, ever move
Burn to burst their secrecy.
Many a bright and laughing morrow
Cradling in the sigh of sorrow,
Or in lines of light revealing
Withered hope and blasted feeling
Sybil, speak! whate'er the spell,
Name—for I can hear it well.
Tell of blisses, rich and rare,
Wooing hearts to meet them—never;
Tell of all that's bright and fair,
Grappled, dash'd aside forever,
Tell of roses pluck'd and withering,
Storm clouds in the blue sky gathering,
Serpents coiling round the bower,
Blasting bud and laughing flower.
Sybil speak! whate'er it be,
Read to me futurity.
I can nerve to meet the scorn
I can bear the scorching flame—
'Tis but once to cloud the morn,
But the blighting of one name—
Bloom or burning, joy or anguish,
'Tis but once to writhe or languish,
Speak he mutter'd, malign, louder,
Never can crush a proud—
Speak! and be futurity
Dark or bright unveiled to me.
From the New York Morning Courier.
DESTINY.
Sybil! look upon my brow—
Read to me my destiny—
Mark the thousands that, ever move
Burn to burst their secrecy.
Many a bright and laughing morrow
Cradling in the sigh of sorrow,
Or in lines of light revealing
Withered hope and blasted feeling
Sybil, speak! whate'er the spell,
Name—for I can hear it well.
Tell of blisses, rich and rare,
Wooing hearts to meet them—never;
Tell of all that's bright and fair,
Grappled, dash'd aside forever,
Tell of roses pluck'd and withering,
Storm clouds in the blue sky gathering,
Serpents coiling round the bower,
Blasting bud and laughing flower.
Sybil speak! whate'er it be,
Read to me futurity.
I can nerve to meet the scorn
I can bear the scorching flame—
'Tis but once to cloud the morn,
But the blighting of one name—
Bloom or burning, joy or anguish,
'Tis but once to writhe or languish,
Speak he mutter'd, malign, louder,
Never can crush a proud—
Speak! and be futurity
Dark or bright unveiled to me.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What keywords are associated?
Destiny
Sybil
Futurity
Sorrow
Bliss
Scorn
Anguish
What entities or persons were involved?
From The New York Morning Courier.
Poem Details
Title
Destiny.
Author
From The New York Morning Courier.
Key Lines
Sybil! Look Upon My Brow—
Read To Me My Destiny—
Sybil, Speak! Whate'er The Spell,
Tell Of Blisses, Rich And Rare,
Speak! And Be Futurity
Dark Or Bright Unveiled To Me.