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Literary August 24, 1833

The Liberator

Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts

What is this article about?

A lyrical poem titled 'THE EVENING STAR' that contrasts the simple beauty of nature under the evening star with festive halls, reflecting on past joys, brighter nature, and the loss of a loved one, finding solace in nostalgic wandering.

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THE EVENING STAR.

O! sweetly shines the summer sun,
When heaven from clouds is free.
And brightly gleams the moonlight on
Field, rock and forest tree.
But to the pensive heart of love,
Oh sweeter than these by far
It is with devious step to rove
Beneath the evening star.

To others give the festive hall
Where wine cups shine in light;
The music of the crowded hall,
With beauty's lustre bright;
But give to me the lovely dell,
Oh sweeter than these by far;
When pine trees wave and waters swell
Beneath the evening star.

The days are passed that I have seen
And ne'er again shall see;
When nature with a brighter green
O'erspread the field and tree;
Though joyless not the present day,
Yet sweeter than it by far,
'Tis on the past to muse, and stray
Beneath the evening star.

For all the future cannot give
What spiceless time has left,
And ah! since thou hast ceased to live.
A vacant world is left.
I turn me to my days of love,
The sweetest on earth by far,
And oft in thought with thee I rove
Beneath the evening star.

What sub-type of article is it?

Poem

What themes does it cover?

Love Romance Nature Death Mortality

What keywords are associated?

Evening Star Lost Love Nature Beauty Nostalgic Reminiscence Pensive Heart

Literary Details

Title

The Evening Star.

Key Lines

Oh Sweeter Than These By Far It Is With Devious Step To Rove Beneath The Evening Star. Oh Sweeter Than These By Far; When Pine Trees Wave And Waters Swell Beneath The Evening Star. Yet Sweeter Than It By Far, 'Tis On The Past To Muse, And Stray Beneath The Evening Star. And Ah! Since Thou Hast Ceased To Live. A Vacant World Is Left. The Sweetest On Earth By Far, And Oft In Thought With Thee I Rove Beneath The Evening Star.

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