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Poem
December 27, 1787
The New York Journal, And Daily Patriotic Register
New York, New York County, New York
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem in which the speaker urges a bird to approach Daphne's window and sing its superior song from Dumour's plains, asking her to scorn a superficial beau and heed Damon's forlorn praises of her.
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OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
POET'S CORNER.
O! tuneful bird, that glads the skies,
To Daphne's window spied thy way,
And there on trembling pinions rise,
And there thy vocal art display:
And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she praise thy morning song,
Tell her, the sound that soothes her ear,
To Dumour's native plains belong.
Tell her with livelier plumes array'd,
The bird from India's groves may fly;
But ask the lovely, partial maid,
What are his notes compared with thine?
Then bid her treat yon witless beau,
And all his flaunting race with scorn,
And lend an ear to Damon's woe,
Who sings her praise, but sings forlorn.
O! tuneful bird, that glads the skies,
To Daphne's window spied thy way,
And there on trembling pinions rise,
And there thy vocal art display:
And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she praise thy morning song,
Tell her, the sound that soothes her ear,
To Dumour's native plains belong.
Tell her with livelier plumes array'd,
The bird from India's groves may fly;
But ask the lovely, partial maid,
What are his notes compared with thine?
Then bid her treat yon witless beau,
And all his flaunting race with scorn,
And lend an ear to Damon's woe,
Who sings her praise, but sings forlorn.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Tuneful Bird
Daphne
Damon
Love Song
Native Plains
Witless Beau
Poem Details
Subject
Address To A Bird Singing To Daphne From Damon
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains In Iambic Tetrameter
Key Lines
O! Tuneful Bird, That Glads The Skies,
To Daphne's Window Spied Thy Way,
Tell Her, The Sound That Soothes Her Ear,
To Dumour's Native Plains Belong.
And Lend An Ear To Damon's Woe,
Who Sings Her Praise, But Sings Forlorn.