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Poem February 17, 1815

Daily National Intelligencer

Washington, District Of Columbia

What is this article about?

Poem celebrating peace news brought by Mr. Carroll, honoring martyrs from Orleans who fell to British forces, praising Columbia's liberty, daughters, and warriors. Expresses hopes for freedom, science, and repose in post-war America. Dated Washington City, Feb. 16, 1815.

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On hearing the News brought by Mr. Carroll.

"Peace o'er the world her white robe extends,"
Propitious Heaven on fair Columbia smiles,
Here Liberty her holy martyr sends,
And here the exile's sorrows she beguiles.

Ye sainted victims, who on Orleans' shore
To Britain's ire—devoted martyrs fell,
Receive the tribute of a grateful hour
And Beauty's hands shall toll thy parting knell.

Columbia's daughters!—time arrests thy course,
Long shall fond mem'ry preserve their reign
Ascribe to thee that pure and holy source,
Which can so truly sooth the Warrior's pain.

Dear Land, I hail thee! may thy troubles cease
Fair Science, Freedom and Repose be thine,
In Virtue's school, admist the arts of Peace,
Shall heroes' laurel with the olive 'twine.

Respected be those sons who Freedom won,
Forever sacred be the soil we tread,
Blest be the grave, where lies the Patriot's son.
Sweet be the Requiem to the valiant dead,

L.
Washington City Feb. 16, 1815.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Hymn

What themes does it cover?

Liberty Independence Patriotism War Military

What keywords are associated?

Peace News Mr Carroll Columbia Liberty Orleans Martyrs British Ire Warrior Pain Washington 1815

What entities or persons were involved?

L.

Poem Details

Title

Lines On Hearing The News Brought By Mr. Carroll.

Author

L.

Subject

On Hearing The News Brought By Mr. Carroll

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

"Peace O'er The World Her White Robe Extends," Ye Sainted Victims, Who On Orleans' Shore To Britain's Ire—Devoted Martyrs Fell, Dear Land, I Hail Thee! May Thy Troubles Cease Fair Science, Freedom And Repose Be Thine,

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