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Poem
April 3, 1815
Daily National Intelligencer
Washington, District Of Columbia
What is this article about?
An elegy mourning the premature death of Miss Rebecca P. Tayloe, reflecting on universal mortality while expressing surprise at the loss of one so innocent and pure, envisioning her angelic ascent to heaven.
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FOR THE NATIONAL INTELLIGENCER.
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Occasioned by the death of Miss REBECCA P. TAYLOE.
I knew, that all who dwell on earth
Must meet an undistinguish'd doom;
I knew, that each of mortal-birth,
Must sink into the common tomb.
But yet, methought, that one so fair,
With such a pure, unearthly heart;
So arm'd with innocence, might dare
Th' unfeeling tyrant's pointed dart.
Methought some sister from on high,
On Seraph's wing would cleave the air
And bear her, smiling, to the sky
Unchang'd, to shine an Angel there.
Who lives, and does not think to share
The terrors of a dying day,
When she, so innocent and fair,
Has thus, so early, pass'd away?
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Occasioned by the death of Miss REBECCA P. TAYLOE.
I knew, that all who dwell on earth
Must meet an undistinguish'd doom;
I knew, that each of mortal-birth,
Must sink into the common tomb.
But yet, methought, that one so fair,
With such a pure, unearthly heart;
So arm'd with innocence, might dare
Th' unfeeling tyrant's pointed dart.
Methought some sister from on high,
On Seraph's wing would cleave the air
And bear her, smiling, to the sky
Unchang'd, to shine an Angel there.
Who lives, and does not think to share
The terrors of a dying day,
When she, so innocent and fair,
Has thus, so early, pass'd away?
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Rebecca P Tayloe
Death Mourning
Innocence Purity
Angelic Ascent
Mortality Reflection
Poem Details
Subject
Occasioned By The Death Of Miss Rebecca P. Tayloe.
Key Lines
But Yet, Methought, That One So Fair,
With Such A Pure, Unearthly Heart;
Methought Some Sister From On High,
On Seraph's Wing Would Cleave The Air
Who Lives, And Does Not Think To Share
The Terrors Of A Dying Day,