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Poem July 24, 1793

National Gazette

Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania

What is this article about?

A parody poem celebrating the 14th of July, Bastille Day, as the dawn of liberty in France, with the Goddess of Liberty conquering tyrants and freeing the world.

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Parody, for the 14th of July.

[Written by a Lady.]

FRENCHMEN, this glorious day, this hallowed ground
Shall never be forgot; to the Bastille,
The site of freedom, Gallia's sons shall come
Shall tread where heroes and where patriots trod,
To worship as they walk!

The day of freedom now begins to dawn,
Red in its rise. Heaven opens: and behold
The hours of glory and the morn of MEN
Ascending o'er the globe. An era new,
The last of ages now begins to roll,
The reign of Liberty. The Goddess comes
Down from high heaven; her garments dipt in blood:
The sword resplendent in her lifted hand.
She looks: and fixes, never to remove,
Her waving banner o'er the Gallic land.
The guardian of the globe, she gives the law:
She calls the winds, the winds obey her call,
And bear the thunder of her power, to burst
O'er the astonished slaves, and carry fate
To kings, to tyrants, and set free the world.
Above the Grecian or the Roman name,
Unlike the great destroyers of the globe,
She fights and conquers in her own great cause.
Her song of victory the nations sing:
Her triumphs are the triumphs of mankind!

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Satire

What themes does it cover?

Liberty Independence Patriotism Political

What keywords are associated?

Bastille Day French Liberty Goddess Freedom Tyrants Kings Gallic Patriots Revolution Parody

What entities or persons were involved?

Written By A Lady.

Poem Details

Title

Parody, For The 14th Of July.

Author

Written By A Lady.

Subject

For The 14th Of July

Key Lines

Frenchmen, This Glorious Day, This Hallowed Ground Shall Never Be Forgot; To The Bastille, The Site Of Freedom, Gallia's Sons Shall Come Shall Tread Where Heroes And Where Patriots Trod, To Worship As They Walk! The Reign Of Liberty. The Goddess Comes Down From High Heaven; Her Garments Dipt In Blood: The Sword Resplendent In Her Lifted Hand. She Looks: And Fixes, Never To Remove, Her Waving Banner O'er The Gallic Land. She Calls The Winds, The Winds Obey Her Call, And Bear The Thunder Of Her Power, To Burst O'er The Astonished Slaves, And Carry Fate To Kings, To Tyrants, And Set Free The World.

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