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Poem
October 24, 1787
Independent Journal, Or, The General Advertiser
New York, New York County, New York
What is this article about?
A sonnet expressing farewell to the speaker's cherished rural home of youth, lamenting lost peace amid personal cares, yet affirming memory's vivid recreation of its natural beauties.
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SONNET on leaving
FAREWELL, bles'd seat of all my youthful hours!
No more, alas! I feel that calm delight,
Which erst my willing footsteps did invite
Thy winding streams to trace, and woodland bow'rs.
For me no more shall joy thy shades illume,
Peace, cheerful Peace! within thy vales appear.
For ah! this tortur'd bosom, wrung with care,
Content's smooth image strives in vain t'assume.
Yet tho' far distant from thy rural plains,
Where oft I've mark'd th' approach of pensive eve,
When thy lov'd haunts o'er, perhaps, I leave,
Thy haunts caress'd by Philomel's sweet strains;
Still shall remembrance each known path pursue,
And liveliest Fancy paint the prospect true.
FAREWELL, bles'd seat of all my youthful hours!
No more, alas! I feel that calm delight,
Which erst my willing footsteps did invite
Thy winding streams to trace, and woodland bow'rs.
For me no more shall joy thy shades illume,
Peace, cheerful Peace! within thy vales appear.
For ah! this tortur'd bosom, wrung with care,
Content's smooth image strives in vain t'assume.
Yet tho' far distant from thy rural plains,
Where oft I've mark'd th' approach of pensive eve,
When thy lov'd haunts o'er, perhaps, I leave,
Thy haunts caress'd by Philomel's sweet strains;
Still shall remembrance each known path pursue,
And liveliest Fancy paint the prospect true.
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Sonnet Farewell
Youthful Home
Rural Seat
Remembrance
Woodland Bowers
Pensive Eve
Poem Details
Title
Sonnet On Leaving
Subject
Leaving A Beloved Rural Seat
Key Lines
Farewell, Bles'd Seat Of All My Youthful Hours!
No More, Alas! I Feel That Calm Delight,
Still Shall Remembrance Each Known Path Pursue,
And Liveliest Fancy Paint The Prospect True.