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Poem
November 16, 1804
Norfolk Gazette And Publick Ledger
Norfolk, Virginia
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem translated from Camoens by Lord Strangford, addressing Night as a comforter for the speaker's unrequited love and experiences of disdain, rather than a shroud for successful romance.
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STANZAS TO NIGHT
FROM CAMOENS.—BY LORD STRANGFORD.
NIGHT! to thee my vows are paid;
Not that e'er thy quiet shade
Me, in bowers of dalliance laid.
Blest and blessing, covers
No: for thy friendly veil was made
To shroud successful lovers.
And I, heaven knows,
Have never yet been one of those
Whose love has proved a thornless rose!
But since (as piteous of my pain)
Goddess! when I to thee complain
Of truth despis'd, and hard disdain,
Thou dost so mutely listen;
For this, around thy solemn fane,
Young buds I strew, that glisten
With tears of woe,
By jealous Tithon made to flow,
From Morning—thine eternal foe!
FROM CAMOENS.—BY LORD STRANGFORD.
NIGHT! to thee my vows are paid;
Not that e'er thy quiet shade
Me, in bowers of dalliance laid.
Blest and blessing, covers
No: for thy friendly veil was made
To shroud successful lovers.
And I, heaven knows,
Have never yet been one of those
Whose love has proved a thornless rose!
But since (as piteous of my pain)
Goddess! when I to thee complain
Of truth despis'd, and hard disdain,
Thou dost so mutely listen;
For this, around thy solemn fane,
Young buds I strew, that glisten
With tears of woe,
By jealous Tithon made to flow,
From Morning—thine eternal foe!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Night Invocation
Unrequited Love
Camoens Translation
Lord Strangford
Eternal Foe Morning
What entities or persons were involved?
From Camoens.—By Lord Strangford.
Poem Details
Title
Stanzas To Night
Author
From Camoens.—By Lord Strangford.
Subject
Invocation To Night For Solace In Unrequited Love
Key Lines
Night! To Thee My Vows Are Paid;
Have Never Yet Been One Of Those
Whose Love Has Proved A Thornless Rose!
Of Truth Despis'd, And Hard Disdain,