Oeuvres du Philosophe de Sans-Souci

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Mason writes, "friendship prompt the theme, where beauty fail'd." How does this statement challenge conventional notions of poetic inspiration, and what deeper message does it convey about the value and power of human connection within the Elegy?

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The statement "friendship prompt the theme, where beauty fail'd" challenges conventional notions of poetic inspiration by suggesting that inspiration can arise from human connection and virtue, even when traditional sources like beauty are absent [1]. Instead of relying solely on the aesthetic qualities of the external world, the poet indicates that the presence and example of a friend can be a powerful catalyst for his creative endeavors. This implies that the internal value of a relationship, marked by "truth and virtue," can be a more profound and reliable source of poetic subject matter than fleeting external beauty [1].

This deeper message conveys that human connection possesses significant value and power within the Elegy. The poet explicitly states that his friend, who cultivated the garden, "first, with truth and virtue, taught my breast / Where best to chuse, and best to fix a friend" [1]. This highlights that the friend's character and guidance are foundational to the poet's understanding of meaningful relationships, which in turn informs his creative output. The passage suggests that the "tuneful Power" may neglect her strings if external conditions are unfavorable,…

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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…
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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…
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For other versions of this work, see Elegy on the Death of a Lady . ← Elegy Written in the Garden of a Friend Elegies by William Mason Elegy on the Death of a Lady → 4795664 Elegies — Elegy on the Death of a Lady William Mason (1724-1797) ​ ELEGY III. On the DEATH of a LADY. T he midnight clock has toll'd; and hark, the bell Of Death beats slow! heard ye the note profound? It pauses now; and now, with rising knell, Flings to the hollow gale its sullen sound. Yes * * * is dead. Attend the strain, Daughters of Albion! Ye that, light as air, So oft have tript in her fantastic train, With hearts…
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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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lory cast: Some lovelier wonder soon usurp'd the place, Chas'd by a charm still lovelier than the last. That bell again! It tells us what she is: On what she was no more the strain prolong: Luxuriant Fancy pause: an hour like this Demands the tribute of a serious Song. ​ Maria claims it from that sable bier, Where cold and wan the slumberer rests her head; In still small whispers to reflection's ear, She breathes the solemn dictates of the Dead, O catch the awful notes, and lift them loud; Proclaim the theme, by Sage, by Fool rever'd; Hear it, ye Young, ye Vain, ye Great, ye Proud! 'Tis…
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