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Poem
February 20, 1802
Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
A lyrical farewell to life and nature, defying death's terror and embracing a heroic end in battle for friends and country, highlighting bravery over cowardice.
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OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green
earth, and ye skies,
Now gay with the broad setting sun;
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run!
Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,
Go, frighten the coward and slave,
Go teach them to tremble, fell tyrant, but acknowledge
No terrors hast thou to the brave.
Thou smil'st at the poor peasant--he sinks in the darkness
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name:
Thou strik'st at a young hero-a glorious mark!
He falls in the blaze of his fame.
In the field of proud honor--our swords in our hands
Our friends and our country to save-
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands--
O, who would not die with the brave!
earth, and ye skies,
Now gay with the broad setting sun;
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run!
Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,
Go, frighten the coward and slave,
Go teach them to tremble, fell tyrant, but acknowledge
No terrors hast thou to the brave.
Thou smil'st at the poor peasant--he sinks in the darkness
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name:
Thou strik'st at a young hero-a glorious mark!
He falls in the blaze of his fame.
In the field of proud honor--our swords in our hands
Our friends and our country to save-
While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands--
O, who would not die with the brave!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
War Military
Patriotism
What keywords are associated?
Farewell Life
Brave Death
War Honor
Patriotism
Tyrant Death
Poem Details
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Farewell, Thou Fair Day, Thou Green Earth, And Ye Skies,
Thou Grim King Of Terrors, Thou Life's Gloomy Foe,
Thou Smil'st At The Poor Peasant He Sinks In The Darkness
In The Field Of Proud Honor Our Swords In Our Hands
O, Who Would Not Die With The Brave!