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Poem
April 4, 1837
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem addressing a weeping maiden, urging her not to show sadness over love but to appear cheerful and joyful, hiding her inner sorrow by singing merry songs.
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TO A GIRL IN TEARS.
Maiden, weep not—why dost thou
Wear this sadness on thy brow ?
Why should Care's dark cheerless wing,
Hover o'er so bright a thing?
Why should thy fair bosom rise,
Giving birth to heart-sent sighs?
Why are thy bright curls unbound,
Hanging like a veil around?
Love has crept within thy breast.
Stealing all thy soul's sweet rest;
Love! 'Tis but an idle thought,
More with grief than gladness fraught.
Cast these woe-drops from thine eyes,
Let them beam like sunny skies,
Tho' thy heart should pine away,
Let thy lip and cheek be gay.
Yield not, girl, to Love's weak power,
Hie thee to thy lute and bower ;
Let thy song be full of glee;
Breath no mournful melody!
Maiden, weep not—why dost thou
Wear this sadness on thy brow ?
Why should Care's dark cheerless wing,
Hover o'er so bright a thing?
Why should thy fair bosom rise,
Giving birth to heart-sent sighs?
Why are thy bright curls unbound,
Hanging like a veil around?
Love has crept within thy breast.
Stealing all thy soul's sweet rest;
Love! 'Tis but an idle thought,
More with grief than gladness fraught.
Cast these woe-drops from thine eyes,
Let them beam like sunny skies,
Tho' thy heart should pine away,
Let thy lip and cheek be gay.
Yield not, girl, to Love's weak power,
Hie thee to thy lute and bower ;
Let thy song be full of glee;
Breath no mournful melody!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Girl In Tears
Love Sorrow
Consolation Verse
Cheerful Facade
Moral Advice
Poem Details
Title
To A Girl In Tears.
Subject
Consolation To A Maiden Weeping Over Love
Key Lines
Maiden, Weep Not—Why Dost Thou
Wear This Sadness On Thy Brow ?
Love Has Crept Within Thy Breast.
Stealing All Thy Soul's Sweet Rest;
Yield Not, Girl, To Love's Weak Power,
Hie Thee To Thy Lute And Bower ;