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Poem
May 2, 1760
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
Poem from Connecticut Gazette eulogizing a heroic Briton who died for his country and virtue, content after hearing of victory. Praises his noble death, inquiring for friends and safety of nation before smilingly expiring. Calls for fame to trumpet his path to lasting glory through greatness and virtue.
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From the CONNECTICUT GAZETTE.
The following Lines may perhaps, to Some, appear almost out of Season....They might have been sent much sooner indeed.....But it will never be too late to think of, and extol the Memory of a HERO, who may justly be stiled (under GOD) the Conqueror and Defender of North America.
On Who for his Country, and for Virtue bled:
the DEATH Without a Tear, the noble Roman cry'd,
"I thank the Powers above! I'm satisfied."
The nobler Briton's Passion rose in Death,
Ask'd for his Country with his latest Breath;
Through gaping Wounds, whilst ebbing Life retir'd
At ev'ry Groan, for his dear Friends enquir'd;
His hovering Soul, refus'd to claim her Skies,
"Till from the Field, the Shouts of Vict'ry rise;
Th' exulting Shouts pierc'd deep his dying Ear,
He gently rais'd his Head; reviv'd to hear
His Country safe;...And is he safe? he cry'd.
I thank my GOD,..look'd up.....and smiling dy'd.
Worth such as His, deserv'd a heav'nly Sphere,
And Death commission'd flew to land him there.
Fame, sound thy Trumpet, from the Hero's Tomb,
Tell future Britons, and the Age to come,
The certain Road to true, to lasting Fame,
That to be great, and virtuous, are the same.
NOV: ANGLICUS:
The following Lines may perhaps, to Some, appear almost out of Season....They might have been sent much sooner indeed.....But it will never be too late to think of, and extol the Memory of a HERO, who may justly be stiled (under GOD) the Conqueror and Defender of North America.
On Who for his Country, and for Virtue bled:
the DEATH Without a Tear, the noble Roman cry'd,
"I thank the Powers above! I'm satisfied."
The nobler Briton's Passion rose in Death,
Ask'd for his Country with his latest Breath;
Through gaping Wounds, whilst ebbing Life retir'd
At ev'ry Groan, for his dear Friends enquir'd;
His hovering Soul, refus'd to claim her Skies,
"Till from the Field, the Shouts of Vict'ry rise;
Th' exulting Shouts pierc'd deep his dying Ear,
He gently rais'd his Head; reviv'd to hear
His Country safe;...And is he safe? he cry'd.
I thank my GOD,..look'd up.....and smiling dy'd.
Worth such as His, deserv'd a heav'nly Sphere,
And Death commission'd flew to land him there.
Fame, sound thy Trumpet, from the Hero's Tomb,
Tell future Britons, and the Age to come,
The certain Road to true, to lasting Fame,
That to be great, and virtuous, are the same.
NOV: ANGLICUS:
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Patriotism
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Hero Death
British Patriot
Victory Shouts
Virtue Fame
Noble Dying
What entities or persons were involved?
Nov: Anglicus
Poem Details
Author
Nov: Anglicus
Subject
Memory Of A Hero, The Conqueror And Defender Of North America
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
"Till From The Field, The Shouts Of Vict'ry Rise;
Th' Exulting Shouts Pierc'd Deep His Dying Ear,
He Gently Rais'd His Head; Reviv'd To Hear
His Country Safe;...And Is He Safe? He Cry'd.
I Thank My God,..Look'd Up.....And Smiling Dy'd.