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Poem
September 22, 1825
The Wilmingtonian, And Delaware Register
Wilmington, New Castle County, Delaware
What is this article about?
A reflective poem on the transitory nature of beauty, using metaphors of a dew-drop evaporated by the sun and a lily broken by winter, ending with beauty's inevitable sweep to the tomb by death.
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TRANSITORY BEAUTY.
I saw a dew-drop, cool and clear,
Dance on a myrtle spray;
Fair colours deck'd the lucid tear.
Like those which gleam and disappear,
When showers and sun-beams play-
Sol cast athwart a glance severe,
And scorch'd the pearl away.
High on a slender polish'd stem
A fragrant lily grew;
On the pure petals many a gem
Glitter'd, a native diadem
On healthy morning dew--
A blast of lingering winter came;
And snapp'd the stem in two.
Fairer than morning's early tear
On lily's snowy bloom,
Shines beauty in its vernal year;
Bright, sparkling, fascinating, clear,
Gay, thoughtless of its doom;
Death breathes a sudden poison near
And sweeps it to the tomb.
I saw a dew-drop, cool and clear,
Dance on a myrtle spray;
Fair colours deck'd the lucid tear.
Like those which gleam and disappear,
When showers and sun-beams play-
Sol cast athwart a glance severe,
And scorch'd the pearl away.
High on a slender polish'd stem
A fragrant lily grew;
On the pure petals many a gem
Glitter'd, a native diadem
On healthy morning dew--
A blast of lingering winter came;
And snapp'd the stem in two.
Fairer than morning's early tear
On lily's snowy bloom,
Shines beauty in its vernal year;
Bright, sparkling, fascinating, clear,
Gay, thoughtless of its doom;
Death breathes a sudden poison near
And sweeps it to the tomb.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Transitory Beauty
Dew Drop
Lily
Winter Blast
Death Doom
Poem Details
Title
Transitory Beauty.
Subject
Transitory Beauty
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
I Saw A Dew Drop, Cool And Clear,
Dance On A Myrtle Spray;
Death Breathes A Sudden Poison Near
And Sweeps It To The Tomb.