Oeuvres du Philosophe de Sans-Souci

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How does Mason utilize the imagery of the "laurel-woven bower" and the natural garden setting not just as a backdrop, but as a symbolic reinforcement of the friend's character and philosophical ideals within the poem?

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The passages show that the "laurel-woven bower" and the garden setting directly reinforce the friend's character and philosophical ideals. The bower is described as "this laurel-woven bower" whose "arch of glittering verdure wildly flings" [1], and it is the friend who "with careless art this foliage drest" and "bad these twisting braids of woodbine bend" [1]. This friend "first, with truth and virtue, taught my breast / Where best to chuse, and best to fix a friend" [1-2], linking the natural design to his moral instruction.

The garden is also the scene of the friend's rejection of ambition and embrace of a philosophical life. He "wisely fled / From all that Folly, all that Pride approves" and declared, "Let me not seem, but be the happy man, / Possest of Love, of Competence, and Health" [3]. The "laurel shade was witness to their loves" [3], and the friend's "forming hand" transformed the lawn, calling forth "sylvan wonders" through "native taste" [3]. The speaker later sees his friend as "the guardian genius of the grove" [4], and invokes him to reclaim his soul "to reason, peace, and thee" [4], showing the garden as a symbol of the friend's ideals of truth, virtue,…

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← Elegy to a Young Nobleman Leaving the University Elegies by William Mason Elegy Written in the Garden of a Friend Elegy on the Death of a Lady → 4800977 Elegies — Elegy Written in the Garden of a Friend William Mason (1724-1797) ​ ELEGY II. Written in the GARDEN of a FRIEND . W hile o'er my head this laurel-woven bower Its arch of glittering verdure wildly flings, Can Fancy slumber? can the tuneful Power, That rules my lyre, neglect her wonted strings? No; if the blighting East deform'd the plain, If this gay bank no balmy sweets exhal'd, Still should the grove re-echo to my strain, And…
Passage [2]
raids of woodbine bend, He first, with truth and virtue, taught my breast Where best to chuse, and best to fix a friend. How well does Mem'ry note the golden day, What time, reclin'd in Marg'rets studious glade, My mimic reed first tun'd the Dorian Lay, "Unseen, unheard, beneath an hawthorn shade?" 'Twas there we met; the Muses hail'd the hour; The same desires, the same ingenuous arts Inspir'd us both; we own'd and blest the power That join'd at once our studies, and our hearts. ​ O since those days, when Science spread the feast, When emulative Youth its relish lent, Say, has one genuine…
Passage [3]
t Folly, all that Pride approves; To this soft scene a tender Partner led; This laurel shade was witness to their loves. "Begone," he cry'd, "Ambition's air-drawn plan; "Hence with perplexing pomp, unwieldy wealth: "Let me not seem, but be the happy man, "Possest of Love, of Competence, and Health." ​ Smiling he spake, nor did the Fates withstand; In rural arts the peaceful moments flew: Say, lovely Lawn! that felt his forming hand, How soon thy surface shone with verdure new, How soon obedient Flora brought her store, And o'er thy breast a shower of fragrance flung: Vertumnus came; his…
Passage [4]
nge of Scarsdale's proud domain, A mountain hoar, that yon wild Peak surrounds, But lends a willing beauty to thy plain? And, lo! in yonder path I spy my friend; He looks the guardian genius of the grove, Mild as the sabled Form that whilom deign'd, At Milton 's call, in Harefield's haunts to rove. ​ Blest Spirit, come! tho' pent in mortal mould, I'll yet invoke thee by that purer name; O come, a Portion of thy bliss unfold, From Folly's maze my wayward step reclaim. Too long, alas, my inexperienc'd youth, Misled by flattering Fortune's specious tale, Has left the rural reign of Peace, and…
Passage [5]
bloom: Nor fear, while basking in the beams of spring, The wintry storm that sweeps you to the tomb. Think of her Fate! revere the heav'nly hand That led her hence, though soon, by steps so slow; Long at her couch Death took his patient stand, And menac'd oft, and oft withheld the blow: To give Reflection time, with lenient art, Each fond delusion from her soul to steal; Teach her from Folly peaceably to part, And wean her from a world she lov'd so well. Say, are ye sure his Mercy shall extend To you so long a span? Alas, ye sigh: Make then, while yet ye may, your God your friend; And learn…
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