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Poem January 24, 1822

Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser

Alexandria, Virginia

What is this article about?

Elegy lamenting the death of Mrs. Elizabeth Tappan in Newburyport on January 13, 1822, praising her generosity and sympathy, noting her burial in foreign soil away from family, and expressing hope for an afterlife reunion.

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English Pap.

For the Gazette.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF MRS. ELIZABETH TAPPAN, AT NEWBURYPORT, JAN. 13, 1822.

No more that generous heart shall beat,
Responsively to friendship's call—
No more that beaming eye shall greet
Thy Belgian kin in native hall!

That heart is cold in foreign clay
That felt so warmly other's woes;
That liquid eye that beam'd with day,
Now slumbers in a long repose.

Cold is that liberal active hand
That ever op'd to succour need...
It moulders now in stranger's land——
A stranger's eye thy tomb shall read.

Thy gen'rous sympathies no more
Shall bathe with tears the stranger's urn—
A parent's gaze from distant shore,
No more shall welcome thy return!

No brother's voice shall meet thine ear,
No sister's arm with fond caress
Shall cling around that form so dear,
Or gladd'ning friends around thee press.

But there's a hope beyond the grave—
A realm where death shall never come...
Where tears shall cease and mercy save—
And souls like thine shall find a home.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Elegy Death Elizabeth Tappan Newburyport 1822 Belgian Kin Afterlife

What entities or persons were involved?

For The Gazette.

Poem Details

Title

Lines On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Tappan, At Newburyport, Jan. 13, 1822.

Author

For The Gazette.

Subject

Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Tappan At Newburyport, Jan. 13, 1822

Key Lines

No More That Generous Heart Shall Beat, Responsively To Friendship's Call— No More That Beaming Eye Shall Greet Thy Belgian Kin In Native Hall! But There's A Hope Beyond The Grave— A Realm Where Death Shall Never Come... Where Tears Shall Cease And Mercy Save— And Souls Like Thine Shall Find A Home.

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