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Funeral elegies

a paper presented at a meeting of the Massachusetts Historical Society, December 14, 1893

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      • Reprint from the Proceedings of the Massachusetts Historical Society, 1892/94, 2d ser., vol. VIII, p. 387-395.Contains two elegies on John Foster, 1681, by Joseph Capen and Thomas Tileston respectively, and Benjamin Thompsons elegy on Rebakah Sewall, 1710, printed from manuscript copies.

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        Paginationxvi, 63 p. :
        Number of Pages94
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Elegy: Definition and Examples by Famous Authors

For to confirm this just belief, that now The last days came, we saw heaven did allow, That, but from his aspect and exercise, In peaceful times, rumours of war did rise.

Of weight one centre, one of greatness is; And reason is that centre, faith is this; For into our reason flow, and there do end All, that this natural world doth comprehend: Quotidian things, and equidistant hence, Shut in, for man, in one circumference.

She that did thus much, and much more could do, But that our age was iron, and rusty too, She, she is dead! she's dead: when thou know'st this Thou know'st Funeral elegies lame a cripple this world is: And learn'st thus much by our anatomy, That this world's general sickness doth not lie In any humour, or one certain part; But as thou sawest it rotten at the heart, Thou seest a hectic fever hath got hold Of the whole substance, not to be controlled, And that thou hast but one way, not t'admit The world's infection, to be none of it.

And that, since all fair colour then did sink, It is now but wicked vanity, to think To colour vicious deeds with good pretence, Or with bought colours to illude men's sense. But as in mithridate, or just perfumes, Where all good things being met, no one presumes To govern, or to triumph on the rest, Only because all were, no part was best, And as, though all do know, that quantities Are made of lines, and lines from points arise, None can these lines or quantities unjoint, And say this is a line, or this a point: So though the elements and humours were In her, one could not say, this governs there, Whose even constitution might have won Any disease to venture on the sun, Rather than her: and make a spirit fear, That he too disuniting subject were.

Horatian odes have more than one stanza, all of which follow the same structure. They will not keep you standing at that door. Funeral elegies heaven and thou, even when thou lived'st here, Of one another in possession were; But this from triumph most disables thee, That that place which is conquered, must be Left Funeral elegies from present war, and likely doubt Of imminent commotions to break out.

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As Moses' cherubins, whose natures do Surpass all speed, by him are winged too: So would her soul already in heav'n seem then, To climb by tears, the common stairs of men.

Alas, we scarce live long enough to try Whether a true made clock run right, or lie. Vincent Millay I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. Let no man say, the world itself being dead, 'Tis labour lost to have discovered The world's infirmities, since there is none Alive to study this dissection; For there's a kind of Funeral elegies remaining still, Though she which did inanimate and fill The world, be gone, yet in this last long night, Her ghost doth walk, that is, a glimmering light, A faint weak love of virtue, and of good, Reflect from her, on them which understood Her worth; and though she have shut in all day, The twilight of her memory doth stay; Which, from the carcase of the old world free, Creates a new world, and new creatures be Produced: the matter and the stuff of this, Her virtue, and the form our practice is: And, thought to be thus elemented, arm These creatures, from home-born intrinsic harm, For all assumed unto this dignity, Funeral elegies many weedless paradises be, Which of themselves produce no venomous sin, Except some foreign serpent bring it in Yet because outward storms the strongest break, And strength itself by confidence grows weak, This new world may be safer, being told The dangers and diseases of the old; For with due temper men do then forego, Or covet things, when they their true worth know.

Seek not in seeking new, to seem to doubt, That you can match her, or not be without; But let some faithful book in her room be, Yet but Funeral elegies Judith no such book as she. Remember to still think of your audience and to remain sensitive to the occasion, but playing a dreary funeral march is not necessarily the best or only way to memorialize your loved one.

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'Twas but a through-light scarf, her mind t'enroll; Or exhalation breath'd out from her soul. And can there be worse sickness, than to know That we are never well, nor can be so?

Think further on thyself, my soul, and think How thou at first wast made but in a sink; Think Funeral elegies it argued some infirmity, That those two souls, which then thou found'st in me, Thou fed'st upon, and drew'st into thee both, My second soul of sense, the first of growth. He spake To Moses, to deliver unto all, That song, because he knew they would let fall The law, the prophets, and the history, But keep the song still in Funeral elegies memory: Such an opinion, in due measure, made Me this great office boldly to invade: VOL.

I am but a shape that stands here, A pulseless mould, A pale past picture, screening Ashes gone cold.