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Poem
January 18, 1812
The Enquirer
Richmond, Henrico County, Virginia
What is this article about?
Elegy mourning the death of Miss Green in a fire, where she struggled toward her father's arms amid flames that consumed her and others, evoking pity and lasting memory.
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FOR THE ENQUIRER.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF
MISS GREEN
(BY J. W. C.)
No more. sweet Green--Alas! no more!
Thy smile shall bless our weeping eyes--
Now on a far, an unknown shore,
Thou breath'st the air of other skies
Ah! in what terrors, what alarms
Thy soft, thy tender spirit fled!
When struggling for a father's arms,
The flames enrobed thee with the dead.
How friendship, while she lists their names
Still shudders at the dreadful doom
That wrapt in undistinguished flames,
The hoary head! and beauty's bloom!
Still shall the tear of pity flow.
While memory haunts that dreadful scene,
And every heart that bleeds for woe,
Shall draw its deepest sigh for Green!
LINES ON THE DEATH OF
MISS GREEN
(BY J. W. C.)
No more. sweet Green--Alas! no more!
Thy smile shall bless our weeping eyes--
Now on a far, an unknown shore,
Thou breath'st the air of other skies
Ah! in what terrors, what alarms
Thy soft, thy tender spirit fled!
When struggling for a father's arms,
The flames enrobed thee with the dead.
How friendship, while she lists their names
Still shudders at the dreadful doom
That wrapt in undistinguished flames,
The hoary head! and beauty's bloom!
Still shall the tear of pity flow.
While memory haunts that dreadful scene,
And every heart that bleeds for woe,
Shall draw its deepest sigh for Green!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Miss Green
Death Fire
Elegy Mourning
Father Arms
Tragic Doom
What entities or persons were involved?
By J. W. C.
Poem Details
Title
Lines On The Death Of Miss Green
Author
By J. W. C.
Subject
On The Death Of Miss Green
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
No More. Sweet Green Alas! No More!
Thy Smile Shall Bless Our Weeping Eyes
When Struggling For A Father's Arms,
The Flames Enrobed Thee With The Dead.