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Poem June 8, 1764

The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

Portsmouth, Greenland, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

Elegy lamenting the death of a young lady named Delia, celebrating her virtues and beauty while warning of death's inevitability and the transience of charms.

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On the Death of a YOUNG LADY.

'TIS done! and the glad Soul has wing'd her Flight,
From Grief and Gloom to Happiness and Light;
Delia no more Shall Pain or Sickness know,
For gentle Death has clos'd the Scene of Woe,
Lock'd the fair Virgin in his icy Arms.
and triumph o'er a World of faded Charms:
Affrighted at his Touch, see Beauty fly,
Pale grows the Cheek, and dim the sparkling Eye;
Those Lips that late could every Care beguile,
Have lost their Rubies and forgot to smile;
And what was once with softest Music hung,
Depriv'd of Motion, lies a lifeless Tongue.
View this, ye Fair, nor be of Charms too vain,
They fly with Sickness, and they fade with Pain;
Relentless Death nor Charms nor Youth can move,
Deaf to the Cries of Beauty and of Love:
Or Delia yet had blest the happier Plains,
Stranger to Sickness and exempt from Pains:
For she had all the nicest Wish could form
To please the Senses or the Soul to charm:
The best good Nature and the sweetest Grace.
The strictest Virtue, and the fairest Face:
Blest in her Conduct, to herself approv'd.
Admir'd by all, and not by few belov'd.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Elegy Young Lady Delia Death Beauty Transience Virtue Praise Mourning Reflection

Poem Details

Title

On The Death Of A Young Lady.

Subject

On The Death Of Delia

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

'Tis Done! And The Glad Soul Has Wing'd Her Flight, From Grief And Gloom To Happiness And Light; View This, Ye Fair, Nor Be Of Charms Too Vain, They Fly With Sickness, And They Fade With Pain; Relentless Death Nor Charms Nor Youth Can Move, Deaf To The Cries Of Beauty And Of Love: The Strictest Virtue, And The Fairest Face: Blest In Her Conduct, To Herself Approv'd. Admir'd By All, And Not By Few Belov'd.

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