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Poem
September 8, 1810
Event 1 of 2
Alexandria Daily Gazette, Commercial & Political
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
Imitations from an English paper of two Hindu songs: the first depicts a woman's lament over her lover mistaking her bashfulness for disdain; the second portrays a first wife's remonstrances against her husband's attachment to a newer mistress.
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From an English paper
Translation of two Hindu Songs
IMITATION
The lover has mistaken his mistress's extreme bashfulness, and quitted her company in consequence.
Tell me, my friend, where was my crime?
Why should he treat me with disdain?
(Thou fairer than the rosebud's prime)
Why does he leave me to complain?
Once when my royal lover strove,
With blandishment and kind embrace,
To win my heart to meet his love;
What glowing blushes veil'd my face.
Tell me my friend, etc.
I turned-my faltering voice grew weak,
And bashfully my head reclin'd--
"Speak," said my love: I could not speak,
But smil'd, and every smile was kind.
Tell me, my friend, etc.
Yet. I was mute: my charming theme
With rapture occupied my breast;
My very thought was fix'd on him,
And joys too great to be express'd!
Tell me, my friend, etc.
Yes, I was mute: my charming theme
And silence self proclaim the whole,
The faltering voice the blushing cheek,
And laughter thrilling through the soul,
Tell me, my friend, etc.
Oh, precious moments. happy hours,
When he in amorous converse held
My willing, yet reluctant, powers.
And all my soul with bliss was fill'd.
Tell me, my friend, etc.
IMITATION.
Remonstrances of
an Hindu's first wife
against his attachment to another.
All mighty fine, upon my life-
Moova'GorauLa, all your doings
Yes, you forsake your early wife,
And leave her love for later wooings.
I make you presents every day,
Of something new, and smart, & pleasing
You, instant, give them all away,
To stop that blue-ey'd lass's teasing
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
Her twinkling eyes have powerful charms,
Mine you condemn because they're grey
Her splinter shanks, and slimmer arms,
Are to you- fancy, are they, hey?
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
Yes, Sir, the world detects your folly;
The neighbors understand the matter;
It makes me mad, and melancholy,
To see them laugh, and hear them chatter.
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
I clasp my arms around your neck,
I try to please, with every pleasure;
You treat me with design'd neglect,
Your newer mistress is your treasure,
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
The sneering hussey calls me old,
[She might say truly. broken hearted :]
Return, my love-I cease to scold;-
For, why should man and wife be parted?
All mighty fine, upon my word, etc.
Translation of two Hindu Songs
IMITATION
The lover has mistaken his mistress's extreme bashfulness, and quitted her company in consequence.
Tell me, my friend, where was my crime?
Why should he treat me with disdain?
(Thou fairer than the rosebud's prime)
Why does he leave me to complain?
Once when my royal lover strove,
With blandishment and kind embrace,
To win my heart to meet his love;
What glowing blushes veil'd my face.
Tell me my friend, etc.
I turned-my faltering voice grew weak,
And bashfully my head reclin'd--
"Speak," said my love: I could not speak,
But smil'd, and every smile was kind.
Tell me, my friend, etc.
Yet. I was mute: my charming theme
With rapture occupied my breast;
My very thought was fix'd on him,
And joys too great to be express'd!
Tell me, my friend, etc.
Yes, I was mute: my charming theme
And silence self proclaim the whole,
The faltering voice the blushing cheek,
And laughter thrilling through the soul,
Tell me, my friend, etc.
Oh, precious moments. happy hours,
When he in amorous converse held
My willing, yet reluctant, powers.
And all my soul with bliss was fill'd.
Tell me, my friend, etc.
IMITATION.
Remonstrances of
an Hindu's first wife
against his attachment to another.
All mighty fine, upon my life-
Moova'GorauLa, all your doings
Yes, you forsake your early wife,
And leave her love for later wooings.
I make you presents every day,
Of something new, and smart, & pleasing
You, instant, give them all away,
To stop that blue-ey'd lass's teasing
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
Her twinkling eyes have powerful charms,
Mine you condemn because they're grey
Her splinter shanks, and slimmer arms,
Are to you- fancy, are they, hey?
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
Yes, Sir, the world detects your folly;
The neighbors understand the matter;
It makes me mad, and melancholy,
To see them laugh, and hear them chatter.
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
I clasp my arms around your neck,
I try to please, with every pleasure;
You treat me with design'd neglect,
Your newer mistress is your treasure,
All mighty fine, upon my life, etc.
The sneering hussey calls me old,
[She might say truly. broken hearted :]
Return, my love-I cease to scold;-
For, why should man and wife be parted?
All mighty fine, upon my word, etc.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Hindu Song
Bashfulness
Lover Disdain
Blushes
Mute Love
Poem Details
Subject
The Lover Has Mistaken His Mistress's Extreme Bashfulness, And Quitted Her Company In Consequence.
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Refrain
Key Lines
Tell Me, My Friend, Where Was My Crime?
Why Should He Treat Me With Disdain?
(Thou Fairer Than The Rosebud's Prime)
Why Does He Leave Me To Complain?
Once When My Royal Lover Strove,
With Blandishment And Kind Embrace,
To Win My Heart To Meet His Love;
What Glowing Blushes Veil'd My Face.
Oh, Precious Moments. Happy Hours,
When He In Amorous Converse Held
My Willing, Yet Reluctant, Powers.
And All My Soul With Bliss Was Fill'd.