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Poem May 6, 1775

The Virginia Gazette

Richmond, Williamsburg, Richmond County, Virginia

What is this article about?

A lady's poem personifying a snowdrop plucked from her lover's garden, mourning his preference for city life over rural simplicity, and hoping he returns to nature's charms and her love.

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POET'S CORNER.

Verses by a Lady, on gathering a Snow-Drop in the garden of her lover.

Ah! wherefore thus thine head decline,
When pres'd in this warm breast of mine?

Dost thou thy hapless fate deplore,
In being snatch'd from that lov'd bow'r?

Know, sweetest bud, from Damon's plains,
'Tis in this breast thy master reigns.

Not in these wild woods, for my love,
My wanderer shuns the silent grove.

Or dost thou mourn that thus he flies
From thee dear haunts, and Delia's sighs;

And with the gay and great resorts
To splendid balls and shining courts?

Droop not, fair flower, the time may be
When he will court simplicity

And make thee peaceful shades his choice
And pleas'd attend love's melting voice:

Then shall thy bowers oblations bring,
In all the sweets of opening spring.

With every charm that nature yields,
Of forests wild, and verdant fields;

While feather'd warblers swell their throats,
To soothe my love with woodland notes.

And woo him to his natal seat
Of joy and love, the sure retreat.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Pastoral

What themes does it cover?

Love Courtship Nature Seasons

What keywords are associated?

Snowdrop Lover Garden Damon Delia Simplicity Nature Spring

What entities or persons were involved?

By A Lady

Poem Details

Title

Verses By A Lady, On Gathering A Snow Drop In The Garden Of Her Lover.

Author

By A Lady

Subject

On Gathering A Snow Drop In The Garden Of Her Lover

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

Ah! Wherefore Thus Thine Head Decline, When Pres'd In This Warm Breast Of Mine? Know, Sweetest Bud, From Damon's Plains, 'Tis In This Breast Thy Master Reigns. Droop Not, Fair Flower, The Time May Be When He Will Court Simplicity And Woo Him To His Natal Seat Of Joy And Love, The Sure Retreat.

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