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Poem
July 22, 1819
Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
An excerpt from a poem praising the silent, expressive language of a woman's eyes, which conveys deep emotions like joy, sorrow, and love through glances, described as chaste, refined, and angelic.
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From a Poem on Woman.
WOMAN.
There is a language by the virgin made,
Not read, but felt, not uttered, but betray'd,
A mute communion, yet so wond'rous sweet,
Eyes must impart what tongue can ne'er repeat,
'Tis written on her cheeks and meaning brows,
In vows; In one short glance, whole volumes it allows;
In one short moment tells of many days,
In one short speaking silence all conveys.
Joy, sorrow, love recounts, hope, pity, fear,
And looks a sigh, and weeps without a tear.
Oh, 'tis so chaste, so touching, so refin'd;
So soft, so wistful, so sincere, so kind,
Were eyes melodious, and could music shower
From orient rays new striking on a flower,
Such heavenly music from that glance might rise,
And angels own the language of the skies.
WOMAN.
There is a language by the virgin made,
Not read, but felt, not uttered, but betray'd,
A mute communion, yet so wond'rous sweet,
Eyes must impart what tongue can ne'er repeat,
'Tis written on her cheeks and meaning brows,
In vows; In one short glance, whole volumes it allows;
In one short moment tells of many days,
In one short speaking silence all conveys.
Joy, sorrow, love recounts, hope, pity, fear,
And looks a sigh, and weeps without a tear.
Oh, 'tis so chaste, so touching, so refin'd;
So soft, so wistful, so sincere, so kind,
Were eyes melodious, and could music shower
From orient rays new striking on a flower,
Such heavenly music from that glance might rise,
And angels own the language of the skies.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Woman
Eyes
Silent Language
Emotions
Love
Chaste
Heavenly Music
Poem Details
Title
Woman.
Subject
On Woman
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
There Is A Language By The Virgin Made,
Not Read, But Felt, Not Uttered, But Betray'd,
Eyes Must Impart What Tongue Can Ne'er Repeat,
In One Short Glance, Whole Volumes It Allows;
And Angels Own The Language Of The Skies.