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Literary
February 22, 1760
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
Introductory letter from Portsmouth encloses a young lady's elegiac poem praising General Wolfe's heroic leadership and sacrificial death in the 1759 conquest of Quebec, blending national joy at victory with sorrow for his loss.
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PORTSMOUTH, February 16.
Mr. Fowle,
The Inclos'd is a Composition of a young-Lady; which, for the Beauty of the Performance, no doubt will prove agreeable to many of your Readers.
On General WOLFE.
By a young Lady.
From Pole to Pole, while ecchoing Fame resounds,
And every grateful Breast with joy abounds;
While Bards unnumber'd, celebrate that Name,
So justly rank'd in the first List of Fame;
Shall not the softer Sex their Praise bestow,
On him, from whom, the Charms of Freedom flow!--
Our trembling Hearts forego their native Joy,
While horrid War new Albion's Sons destroy;
Our baffled Troops, our Country's Woes, proclaim,
The Foe victorious, and our Heroes slain;
We pleasing Thoughts, for anxious Care, resign'd,
Our Country's Sorrows fill'd each gen'rous Mind.
Rapine and Slaughter, (dire Effects of War!)
And fierce Bellona thund'ring on her Car!
In dreadful Pomp, hurling Destruction round,
Our Souls engross, and all our Peace confound;
Till Heaven relenting, to our Succour sent,
Victorious WOLFE, our Ruin to prevent;
Glorious in Arms, the valiant Chief appears,
Chears the dull Prospect, and dispels our Fears:
Nor was our Fate, in vain his Care assign'd, -
Nor the great Charge, but with his Life resign'd;
He, like the fam'd Achilles, Glory sought,
And in the foremost Ranks, victorious fought;
Like him, the glorious Youth triumphant fell,
While endless Fame his martial Deeds shall tell.
While Gallic Troy, level with Earth is laid,
Her Troops defeated, and her Hector slain.
Shall then the Hero fall! and not one Sigh
Heave the sad Breast, or fill the sorrowing Eye!
Ah no! our poignant Grief too plain appears,
While every Eye o'erflows with grateful Tears:
Our wounded Souls behold the gallant Chief,
Breathless, and pale, and to our Praises deaf.
Apollo lend your aid, preserve his Remains,
And, like Sarpedon, snatch him from the Plains
But see! the God of Ocean swift conveys
To Britain's Isle, and in her Bosom lays
Her fav'rite Son.-- Here view the weeping Fair!
In Grief dissolv'd, who with dejected Air.
In silent Sorrow mourns her Lover's Fate;
Scarce the bright Prospect of his glorious State,
Or Fame immortal, can her Woes abate!
Mr. Fowle,
The Inclos'd is a Composition of a young-Lady; which, for the Beauty of the Performance, no doubt will prove agreeable to many of your Readers.
On General WOLFE.
By a young Lady.
From Pole to Pole, while ecchoing Fame resounds,
And every grateful Breast with joy abounds;
While Bards unnumber'd, celebrate that Name,
So justly rank'd in the first List of Fame;
Shall not the softer Sex their Praise bestow,
On him, from whom, the Charms of Freedom flow!--
Our trembling Hearts forego their native Joy,
While horrid War new Albion's Sons destroy;
Our baffled Troops, our Country's Woes, proclaim,
The Foe victorious, and our Heroes slain;
We pleasing Thoughts, for anxious Care, resign'd,
Our Country's Sorrows fill'd each gen'rous Mind.
Rapine and Slaughter, (dire Effects of War!)
And fierce Bellona thund'ring on her Car!
In dreadful Pomp, hurling Destruction round,
Our Souls engross, and all our Peace confound;
Till Heaven relenting, to our Succour sent,
Victorious WOLFE, our Ruin to prevent;
Glorious in Arms, the valiant Chief appears,
Chears the dull Prospect, and dispels our Fears:
Nor was our Fate, in vain his Care assign'd, -
Nor the great Charge, but with his Life resign'd;
He, like the fam'd Achilles, Glory sought,
And in the foremost Ranks, victorious fought;
Like him, the glorious Youth triumphant fell,
While endless Fame his martial Deeds shall tell.
While Gallic Troy, level with Earth is laid,
Her Troops defeated, and her Hector slain.
Shall then the Hero fall! and not one Sigh
Heave the sad Breast, or fill the sorrowing Eye!
Ah no! our poignant Grief too plain appears,
While every Eye o'erflows with grateful Tears:
Our wounded Souls behold the gallant Chief,
Breathless, and pale, and to our Praises deaf.
Apollo lend your aid, preserve his Remains,
And, like Sarpedon, snatch him from the Plains
But see! the God of Ocean swift conveys
To Britain's Isle, and in her Bosom lays
Her fav'rite Son.-- Here view the weeping Fair!
In Grief dissolv'd, who with dejected Air.
In silent Sorrow mourns her Lover's Fate;
Scarce the bright Prospect of his glorious State,
Or Fame immortal, can her Woes abate!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Death Mortality
Patriotism
War Peace
What keywords are associated?
General Wolfe
Elegy
War Victory
British Hero
National Grief
What entities or persons were involved?
By A Young Lady
Literary Details
Title
On General Wolfe
Author
By A Young Lady
Key Lines
From Pole To Pole, While Ecchoing Fame Resounds,
And Every Grateful Breast With Joy Abounds;
Victorious Wolfe, Our Ruin To Prevent;
Glorious In Arms, The Valiant Chief Appears,
Chears The Dull Prospect, And Dispels Our Fears:
He, Like The Fam'd Achilles, Glory Sought,
And In The Foremost Ranks, Victorious Fought;
While Gallic Troy, Level With Earth Is Laid,
Her Troops Defeated, And Her Hector Slain.
Scarce The Bright Prospect Of His Glorious State,
Or Fame Immortal, Can Her Woes Abate!