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Literary
June 23, 1787
The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A pastoral poem celebrating the bliss of a swain who, after suffering unrequited love for Phoebe, now enjoys mutual affection and contentment in her presence and heart.
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Parnassian Spring.
The Happy Husband.
O how blest is the swain that is clear
From the pains of unsatisfied love!
No slumber these eyes ever knew,
Whilst Phoebe remain'd unpossess'd.
From friends and companions I flew.
A stranger to friendship and rest,
My sheep, by their shepherd forsook,
Lay pent in their fold till mid-day.
Whilst I by the side of a brook,
Would complain the dull hours away.
Not all the gay flowers of the field,
Whose sweetness perfum'd the soft air,
A joy to my senses could yield,
Unless the lov'd Phoebe were there.
Alas, silly swain, how I burn'd;
Sure passion like mine ne'er appear'd
When absent, her absence I mourn'd,
When present, her absence I fear'd,
But now all this folly is o'er.
Since Phoebe to me has prov'd kind,
I sigh and I languish no more,
But contentment in ev'ry thing find.
Full joy in her presence I have,
But her absence now breaks not my rest
For with her sweet person she gave
Me her heart, to lock up in my breast.
The Happy Husband.
O how blest is the swain that is clear
From the pains of unsatisfied love!
No slumber these eyes ever knew,
Whilst Phoebe remain'd unpossess'd.
From friends and companions I flew.
A stranger to friendship and rest,
My sheep, by their shepherd forsook,
Lay pent in their fold till mid-day.
Whilst I by the side of a brook,
Would complain the dull hours away.
Not all the gay flowers of the field,
Whose sweetness perfum'd the soft air,
A joy to my senses could yield,
Unless the lov'd Phoebe were there.
Alas, silly swain, how I burn'd;
Sure passion like mine ne'er appear'd
When absent, her absence I mourn'd,
When present, her absence I fear'd,
But now all this folly is o'er.
Since Phoebe to me has prov'd kind,
I sigh and I languish no more,
But contentment in ev'ry thing find.
Full joy in her presence I have,
But her absence now breaks not my rest
For with her sweet person she gave
Me her heart, to lock up in my breast.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
What keywords are associated?
Pastoral Poem
Unrequited Love
Contentment
Swain
Phoebe
Happy Husband
Literary Details
Title
The Happy Husband
Key Lines
O How Blest Is The Swain That Is Clear
From The Pains Of Unsatisfied Love!
But Now All This Folly Is O'er.
Since Phoebe To Me Has Prov'd Kind,
For With Her Sweet Person She Gave
Me Her Heart, To Lock Up In My Breast.