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Poem
March 25, 1826
The Ladies' Garland
Harpers Ferry, Jefferson County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A romantic poem declaring the impossibility of forgetting a beloved, as memories, dreams, and hopes perpetually revive their pure and beautiful presence.
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"FORGET ME NOT"
BY THE REV. GEORGE W. DOANE, A. M.
Forget thee!--how could I?--each morn would
remind me
Of days which thy presence has hallow'd and
blest,
And each night, in its visions and dreams, would re-
store thee,
All pureness and beauty, mine angel of rest.
Forget thee!--why should I since with thee is
blended
Each scene of delight that my fancy e'er drew:
And the hopes that on thee and love have attended,
Were those of my life I most wish'd to find true.
No, trust, that fervent and fond recollection,
Those hopes, even fonder, can never depart,
Till the holiest fount of my earthly affection
Shall ebb, with the warm tide of life, from my
heart.
BY THE REV. GEORGE W. DOANE, A. M.
Forget thee!--how could I?--each morn would
remind me
Of days which thy presence has hallow'd and
blest,
And each night, in its visions and dreams, would re-
store thee,
All pureness and beauty, mine angel of rest.
Forget thee!--why should I since with thee is
blended
Each scene of delight that my fancy e'er drew:
And the hopes that on thee and love have attended,
Were those of my life I most wish'd to find true.
No, trust, that fervent and fond recollection,
Those hopes, even fonder, can never depart,
Till the holiest fount of my earthly affection
Shall ebb, with the warm tide of life, from my
heart.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Forget Me Not
Enduring Love
Romantic Memory
Angel Rest
Earthly Affection
What entities or persons were involved?
By The Rev. George W. Doane, A. M.
Poem Details
Title
"Forget Me Not"
Author
By The Rev. George W. Doane, A. M.
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Forget Thee! How Could I? Each Morn Would Remind Me
All Pureness And Beauty, Mine Angel Of Rest.
No, Trust, That Fervent And Fond Recollection,