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26
Dec

A President Caught Skinny Dipping

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John Quincy Adams

Skinny dipping became something of a tradition among American Presidents. Harry Truman was a fan, and so was Lyndon Johnson. In that list belongs John Quincy Adams, an enthusiastic swimmer, who used to go skinny dipping in the Potomac before starting work.

Anne Royall, considered by many the first female journalist in the U.S., felt ignored by Adams. When she heard about his habit to go skinny dipping, she tracked the President down, hid herself out of view, and waited patiently for the President to enter the water. Once Adams was submerged, she quickly positioned herself on his clothes.

When Adams returned, he looked puzzled at the very determined young lady. She announced her intention to have an interview with the President.

Adams suggested that if she let him get dressed first, he’d be happy to oblige. But Anne, sensing the opportunity, coolly replied she had no intention to move until the President answered all her questions to a satisfactory level. She also added that if the President dared getting out of the water she would scream out loud for all to hear. Adams, aware that there were some fishermen round the next bend, was nervous about the embarrassment this could cause.

Anne Royall got the interview of her life, while the President stayed decently submerged in the water throughout.

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1
Nov

Living the strenuous life

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Theodore Roosevelt

Why do we look up to great men, why do we read the great books? Ultimately, as the Greek Philosopher Epictetus said, we do this to answer the question: ‘how to live our lives’?

How to live our lives?

Rome 65 AD – 4 miles outside of Rome, in an elaborate, lush estate, Lucius Seneca, 69 years old, notes that he is about as old as his hero, Socrates, when he was forced to drink a cup of poison to ‘atone’ for his ideals. And here, today, Seneca also faces the prospects of his own death because he refuses to abandon his ideals.

Lucius Seneca

Seneca is probably the most famous man at this point, after Nero, the Emperor. Seneca has lived a life of power, glory and immense achievement and had worked himself up to become the second most powerful man in the Roman Empire.

Yet today, he waits, stoically, at his home, for his death to arrive in the form of Nero’s soldiers.

A quick history to put things into context

In these days, Rome stretches from the shores of Britain to today’s Iraq, from the North Sea to the Saharan deserts. Rome has brought prosperity and peace across most of the know world, united under one language, one currency and one law.

Seneca was born in 4AD, in Cordoba, Spain, in a wealthy, influential family. Seneca was sent off to study in history and became a student of Stoicism. He was thought in the market places of Greece, by professors who gave their lessons from a porch, as was the habit of the day.

Seneca came back to Rome, and became a famous writer. He wrote a series of tragedies and was part of the revolutionizing of the Roman literary tradition. Tragedies were rewritten and updated for Roman sensibilities. Shakespeare borrowed a lot from their innovations, although he did not know it. You can see the influence of the Roman writers of Seneca’s time in Shakespeare’s melodramatic endings, murders on stage and even the inclusion of ghosts as main characters. Because of his importance to the revitalization of Roman literature, Seneca won great fame.

This at a time when the political landscape of Rome had experienced great changes: Julius Caesar had recreated the Rome as a dictatorship, and his heir to the throne, Augustus Caesar had decided that the only way to insure Rome’s prosperity and strength was to create a dynasty. Augustus saw to it that all his imperial powers were passed to his son, Tiberius.

It pretty soon became clear that once you give power to a dictator, it is hard to lose it again. The Roman people, at least those in power, were smitten with all the rights and power they had gained without having to be responsible for any of them.

However, Tiberius turned out to be a cruel despot, suspicious and greedy. His heirs to the throne, Caligula and Claudius were truly wicked despots.

Claudius ruled Rome as an evil bureaucrat: jealous, suspicious, lending his ear to informants with their own agenda, the Roman people suffered under the emotional up and downs of their emperor.

It was in this court that Seneca became part of public life, at 45 years of age. He found himself quickly outwitted by the intrigues at court and was forced into exile on Corsica.

Seneca was returned to Rome by Agrippina, wife of Claudius and master intrigant. She had been born with a lust for power and tried to gain her power through influence over Claudius. She managed to have Claudius divorce his wife and marry her. They had a son, Nero, which she wanted to be the new emperor, although that place was reserved for Claudius’ first son, Britannicus.

Seneca felt that Britannicus would be a bad emperor for Rome and aligned himself with Agrippina, in an effort to get Nero placed as the next emperor of Rome.

Here a truly downwards slope starts: It was decided that Britannicus was to be poisoned. But Britannicus, aware of the intrigue at the court was a suspicious man (it isn’t paranoia if they are really out to get you) and had all his food tasted by others. Agrippina devised a clever gambit. She brought Britannicus an apple and cut it in half. She proceeded with eating one half, and Britannicus, satisfied, ate the other. He didn’t kno that Agrippina had laced the half of the knife facing Britannicus with poison. Britannicus died, officially of stomach indigestion.

Claudius was also in Agrippina’s sights, and was served poisoned mushrooms. Claudius struggled for his life, but didn’t appear to be dying. Agrippina quickly gathered her wits, dipped a feather in poison and stuck it in his throat, telling bystanders she was trying to open his airways to help Claudius breath better.

Seneca was aware of all these plots. But after a life of intrigue at the court, he had decided that the goal justified the means: one has to accept the lesser evils to achieve the greater good. Why Seneca believed that aligning himself with power-hungry murderers might somehow benefit the Roman Empire is unclear, but we do know that Seneca had a hunger for power himself, having once tasted its glory and then felt the bitterness of losing it in exile.

Still, Seneca told himself that he had aligned himself with the powers of good, and that somehow this intrigue was necessary to put himself and his allies in a position where they could rule Rome and steer it in the right direction.

Nero was young and inexperienced. He lacked statesmanship, and recognizing this, Seneca wrote the speech to be delivered in the Senate that was to confirm him as the next emperor. Today, this seems to us as no big deal, all great leaders have their speeches written for them, but in that day, all emperors wrote their own speeches. And even today, great leaders still direct the spirit and content of their speeches.

All the betrayal at court, all the murders seemed to pay off . Under the rule of Nero, with Agrippina and Seneca tucking at the cords behind the scenes, a golden age settled over Rome: the informers who had lead a series of anonymous accusations were put behind bars, lowering the emotional temperature and division within Roman public life, courts were again held in public, the economy was put in order, a strong foreign policy improved Rome’s standing in the world and an the empire was administered in a more effective, more transparent manner. For 5 years, Rome thrived and all the dirty deeds had somehow whitewashed the political life of Rome.

But young Nero began to rebel more and more against the influence of his mother. Nero had his own ideas, and felt he had a greater destiny than being an emperor, he felt he was also an artist. He felt constrained by the duties of office. He was frustrated by the power sharing with his mother, that went as far as having to share his portrait with that of his mother on the Roman coins. He decided that he had to break free. And the only template for such a move he knew from his youth, and perhaps the only real option left to him, was to kill his mother. Freud would have a field day with this one.

Nero, after another bitter quarrel with his mother, invited her over to a makeup dinner and at the end of it, offered her a yacht as a present. The yacht was especially designed to collapse when it exited the bay. And so it did, but Agrippina managed to swim away, even escaping the murderous attempts of the sailors who tried to beat her on the head before she could escape. Nero, gripped in fear about this turn of events, sent loyal soldiers to her home to finish the job. When the soldiers arrived, Agrippina put her hands on her stomach and said: “Here, strike my womb, for it is my son that is killing me.” The soldiers ‘obliged’.

With his mother out of the way, Seneca was summoned to write a speech for Nero, to explain the death of Agrippina to the Roman people.

And so Seneca was the speech writer, advisor and spin master to the court of Nero. Seneca took on this task with dread. After all, by doing his job, he became more and more a liability to Nero, being the keeper of all Nero’s guilty secrets.

Seneca, at the age of 66, asked for permission to retire and was granted this but asked to always stay near…

What is good, what is evil?

Sometimes we find with men who have achieved great power and fame, that their mind closes off to the alternative lives they could have lead, instead, coming to justify the course they have taken as the righteous one, one of difficult decisions, agonizing trade-offs that somehow created the virtuous world we live in today. That path was more or less closed off to Seneca, who had placed himself in great peril due to the choices he had made in his life.

We also often see that rich, influential people become to question their legacy in the zenith of their lives, and become champions for social change, immersing themselves in moral lecturing, charitable causes and what more. They abandon the naked strive for power and instead start to use their influence to create a ‘better’ world for all, to somehow come at peace with their legacy.

Perhaps these forces drove Seneca on his dangerous path.

Seneca, a disillusioned old man, having achieved wealth, power and fame, became to pounder his life and wrote his thoughts down in a series of dialogues. He invoked the memories of the young man he once was, full of ideals.

Seneca judged his life as an error in believing in situational justice: that the world is only a place of trade-offs and that sometimes wrong deeds should be carried out for the greater good. Instead, Seneca started to believe in ‘absolute justice’. That some things are wrong in all circumstances.

How Seneca developed his philosophy

He started with God. Does God exist, he asks himself? Yes, is his resounding answer, and he offers the world, the immaculate beauty of the order of nature, the consistency of the universe as proof. To Seneca, how else could this vast world follow its orderly existence, if not guided by the invisible hand of God?

His next question was: is God ‘good’. Again, the answer is a resounding yes.  How could he not be, having created all this beauty and wonder?

And if God is good, than why does evil exist in sickness, loss and injustice? Confronted with this age old question, compounded when one believes that the Gods aren’t fickle, but fundamentally good, Seneca expresses his belief that God has created the universe as a test to mankind. Adversity is God’s lessons, to teach us like a good father about right or wrong. We cannot fully be human nor achieve our potential if we aren’t truly tested to the core.

Borrowed from Socrates’ apology

This idea was borrowed from Socrates’ apology. When Socrates spoke to his accusers who demanded his death sentence. he stated in his address that he did not hate his accusers, that he accepted their actions as being part of a universe that puts him to the test, as a necessary stage in his life.

Socrates went on to explain that all he had ever control over was his own mind. Hate would destroy this power. Socrates argued that if he were to make the mistake of trying to invoke ‘a greater truth’ where his accusers were absolutely wrong and he was absolutely right, he would fall in a mental ‘trap’, because it would ultimately divorce himself from the reality of his own being. All he could be was himself, and the only way to stay in touch with himself was not to judge, but to carry on being who he was, in the face of adversity, in the face of his own death. The true test was not about the nature of the world, about seeing right or wrong, but about remaining firmly who he was, even in the face of the absolute price. This was the test of (the) God(s), Seneca argued.

The philosophical implications

Seneca moved to a philosophy where he is ultimately responsible for his thoughts and actions. He does not blame Nero for his situation, because Seneca states that everything he does, everything he is, everything he thinks belongs only to him, and the situation he finds himself in is presented by God. His reactions are not and never could be governed by the actions of another, no matter how wicked, because he is the only master of his soul, the only person that can give it direction. It would be wrong to blame circumstances for how Seneca has lived his life, because nobody can force him what to think.

Seneca believes that as long as he does not return evil with evil, then he will not be conquered.

He also believed that no person truly suffers evil: evil, adversity, is simply a test, to help us become ourselves, our highest ideal. Without it we would be impotent to achieve our potential. The only evil that we can inflict on ourselves is that of abandoning ourselves. All the rest are milestones on our road.

On to the end

Nero, worried about Seneca’s state of mind and the potential consequences of his writings, sent his soldiers to order Seneca’s suicide. It was a rather protracted affair  that I will not describe here, suffice to say that Seneca eventually, after numerous suicide attempts, drank hemlock, and finally died.

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Seneca's last moments

A life of absolute responsibility

A mantra you hear often today is ‘If I don’t do it, somebody else will’ or ‘I am just doing my job.’ According to Seneca, saying this does not only surrender all control over the little difference you can make in this world, it also means surrendering control and responsibility for your own actions. Seneca would argue that losing your job because you acted according to your own convictions is not hardship: it is simply answering with the potential of your full being to ‘God’s test’ (in the terms of Seneca). Not taking full responsibility of your actions, and instead rationalizing ambiguous actions by arguing that it wouldn’t make a difference, because ‘if I don’t do it, somebody else is sure to do it’ is relinquishing the only control you really have: that over your own actions. This, argues Seneca, is the only evil that can truly befall a man.

Why we surrender responsibility as a society

Of course, we live in more practical, more secular times. Idealism has often been replaced by collective goal setting and metrics within corporations and societies. It is ironic that in a time people believe more than ever in the power and existence of the individual, more individuals believe their own small existence has little capacity for making difference. Our highest value is not to change the world, but to be happy, to take care of the small nucleus that is our family – we have, as individuals, somehow given up control over our societies and the forces that drive it, whether it is corporate, religious, political or any other earthly force. Sure we vote, sure we try to do the best job we can, but somehow we are no longer responsible for the overall result, all those little compromises we made, all the judgments we make without adequately informing ourselves first, all the votes we cast without having educating about the issues, none of these contribute to the overall result. Somehow, individuals today live in a world where they believe they can have their cake and eat it too, somehow aligned with the forces of good while others are mysteriously to blame for the current state of the world.

Of course, I express things rather black and white, but upping the contrast on the issues can sometimes reveal the inconsistencies that somehow slip between the cracks.

The only way to be fully human

But Seneca’s prescription for a good life is simply this: to never absolve ourselves of responsibility. It is not wrong to compromise because compromise is an essential tool in creating consensus and direction. Seneca offers two addendums to compromise: once you compromise, you cannot say the situation made you do so. No, you saw the situation, and made a conscious decision to act or not to act, and you own that decision. And you cannot divorce yourself from the result, even if you are only partially responsible for it or had no power over it at this point. You nevertheless remain in relation with your environment, and always responsible for how it is. He beckons us not to see our limited power as a reason to absolve ourselves of responsibility for the overall result, but to see our limited power as a clear call to action, a call to work harder to make a difference.

And Seneca also offers the ideas that there are some absolute wrongs and absolute rights. That if you conspire with murderers to help them to the throne, can you expect less then murder from the throne? To not tell ourselves fairy tales that if a creature is one day today it might be different tomorrow. Instead we should take the long view, and help the right powers to take hold in society over a longer period of time, instead of going for the quick fix and helping the wrong powers achieve position with the wrong actions – as if somehow, once in position, they would magically change…

Seneca in our own time

Of course, when one centers his debate on the nature of God and why God created the universe the way it is you are bound to get in a sticky argument, exactly because anyone can pretty well make up his answer whether God exists or not and what exactly God’s intentions might have been.

But stripped from the more numinous arguments, Seneca’s observations hold one important truth for our time:

If we don’t take responsibility for the world, we cannot blame the world for what it is today. No matter how small, we are all cogs inside a giant machine, and we perpetuate it, no matter how small, through our own actions. We can play the game, but then we should own the problem. Or we can instead choose to stand up for our ideals, and then we have to work tirelessly to become an answer to the problem. But the idea that we are somehow not connected, somehow have no bearing on the end result, that is simply not a true idea.

Theodore Roosevelt and the practical application of Seneca in our time

Roosevelt on campaign

Roosevelt on campaign

Theo Roosevelt inspired America with a powerful call to action, telling each individual that action, not inaction is what will make America strong. Not to shirk responsibility, but to take more of it, and to lead ‘clean, vigorous, healthy lives’, both spiritually and physically.

In the age of consumerism, we often see our role as simply being a cog in a giant machine, but Roosevelt says we are more than that:

No country can long endure if its foundations are not laid deep in the material prosperity which comes from thrift, from business energy and enterprise, from hard, unsparing effort in the fields of industrial activity; but neither was any nation ever yet truly great if it relied upon material prosperity alone.

[…]

A mere life of ease is not in the end a very satisfactory life, and, above all, it is a life which ultimately unfits those who follow it for serious work in the world. – Theodore Roosevelt

In our next entry we’ll speak about Theodore’s practical solutions for our time, and how he envisioned individuals could take ownership of today’s problems, through living the strenuous life:

I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph. – Theodore Roosevelt

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4
Sep

Gray’s Elegy

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Gray’s Elegy is one of the most beautiful poems in the English language and has brought to the English language such immortal phrases as:

“Far from the madding crowd”

“The paths of glory”

“Celestial fire”

“The unlettered muse”

“Kindred spirit”

“Some mute inglorious Milton”

When Abraham Lincoln was asked to help John Locke Scripps write a bio on him for his campaign, Abraham Lincoln quoted Gray’s Elegy:

“Why Scripps, … it is a great piece of folly to attempt to make anything out of my early life. It can all be condensed into a single sentence, and that sentence you will find in Gray’s Elegy,

The Short and simple annals of the poor.

That’s my life, and that’s all you or any one else can make of it.”

Gray's monument

Gray's monument

It is believed that Gray wrote his masterpiece, the Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, in the graveyard of the church in Stoke Poges, Buckinghamshire in 1750. The poem was a literary sensation when published by Robert Dodsley in February 1751 and has made a lasting contribution to English literature. Its reflective, calm and stoic tone was greatly admired, and it was pirated, imitated, quoted and translated into Latin and Greek. It is still one of the most popular and most frequently quoted poems in the English language: Before the Battle of the Plains of Abraham, British General James Wolfe is said to have recited it to his officers, adding: “Gentlemen, I would rather have written that poem than take Quebec tomorrow

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

by Thomas Gray

The language of this poem is ancient and can often be confusing to the modern English speaker. A full explanation of all vocabulary used can be found in this book or can be downloaded as PDF here.

Notes and translations are provided with the text. Where a note exists, the line number will be shown in blue, and upon clicking the number, you will be taken to notes on that particular line…

My analysis of the poem can be found here.

1 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
2 The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
3 The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
4 And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
5 Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight,
6 And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
7 Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
8 And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
9 Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow’r
10 The moping owl does to the moon complain
11 Of such, as wand’ring near her secret bow’r,
12 Molest her ancient solitary reign.
13 Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,
14 Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap,
15 Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
16 The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
17 The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
18 The swallow twitt’ring from the straw-built shed,
19 The cock’s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
20 No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
21 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
22 Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
23 No children run to lisp their sire’s return,
24 Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
25 Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
26 Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
27 How jocund did they drive their team afield!
28 How bow’d the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
29 Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
30 Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
31 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
32 The short and simple annals of the poor.
33 The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,
34 And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
35 Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour.
36 The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
37 Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
38 If Mem’ry o’er their tomb no trophies raise,
39 Where thro’ the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
40 The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
41 Can storied urn or animated bust
42 Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
43 Can Honour’s voice provoke the silent dust,
44 Or Flatt’ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
45 Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
46 Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
47 Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway’d,
48 Or wak’d to ecstasy the living lyre.
49 But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
50 Rich with the spoils of time did ne’er unroll;
51 Chill Penury repress’d their noble rage,
52 And froze the genial current of the soul.
53 Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
54 The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:
55 Full many a flow’r is born to blush unseen,
56 And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
57 Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
58 The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
59 Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
60 Some Cromwell guiltless of his country’s blood.
61 Th’ applause of list’ning senates to command,
62 The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
63 To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land,
64 And read their hist’ry in a nation’s eyes,
65 Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib’d alone
66 Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin’d;
67 Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
68 And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
69 The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
70 To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
71 Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
72 With incense kindled at the Muse’s flame.
73 Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife,
74 Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
75 Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
76 They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
77 Yet ev’n these bones from insult to protect,
78 Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
79 With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck’d,
80 Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
81 Their name, their years, spelt by th’ unletter’d muse,
82 The place of fame and elegy supply:
83 And many a holy text around she strews,
84 That teach the rustic moralist to die.
85 For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
86 This pleasing anxious being e’er resign’d,
87 Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
88 Nor cast one longing, ling’ring look behind?
89 On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
90 Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
91 Ev’n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
92 Ev’n in our ashes live their wonted fires.
93 For thee, who mindful of th’ unhonour’d Dead
94 Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
95 If chance, by lonely contemplation led,
96 Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,
97 Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
98 “Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
99 Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
100 To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
101 “There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
102 That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
103 His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
104 And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
105 “Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
106 Mutt’ring his wayward fancies he would rove,
107 Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
108 Or craz’d with care, or cross’d in hopeless love.
109 “One morn I miss’d him on the custom’d hill,
110 Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree;
111 Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
112 Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
113 “The next with dirges due in sad array
114 Slow thro’ the church-way path we saw him borne.
115 Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay,
116 Grav’d on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.”
THE EPITAPH
117 Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
118 A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
119 Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth,
120 And Melancholy mark’d him for her own.
121 Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
122 Heav’n did a recompense as largely send:
123 He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,
124 He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wish’d) a friend.
125 No farther seek his merits to disclose,
126 Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
127 (There they alike in trembling hope repose)
128 The bosom of his Father and his God.

Notes

] curfew: originally rung at eight o’clock as a signal for extinguishing fires; after this practice had ceased, the word was applied to an evening bell.

Gray’s annotation:

[tolls]

[Era gia l' ora, che volge 'l disio

A' naviganti, e 'ntenerisce 'l cuore

Lo di ch' han detto a' dolci amici addio:

E che lo nuovo peregrin d' amore

Punge, se ode] — squilla di lontano

Che paia ‘l giorno pianger, che si muore.

[(It was already the hour which turns back the desire

Of the sailors, and melts their hearts,

The day that they have said good-bye to their sweet friends,

And which pierces the new pilgrim with love,

If he hears) — from afar the bell

Which seems to mourn the dying day.]

Dante. Purgat. l. 8. [Canto 8 lines i-vi.]

] tinklings: made by sheep-bells.

] Cf. Robert Colvill’s “Britain, a Poem,” II, 45-57:

Even thus, the keen ey’d falcon swift descends

On Pallas’ bird victorious; long he watch’d

The tempting spoil, and she his rage defy’d,

Close shelter’d in her ivy mantl’d tower;

Compell’d abroad, while circling slow she wheels

In quest of food, and least expects the snare,

Strait from his airy flight the victor stoops,

As lightning-swift, and bears the captive prey. (450-57)

] rude: unlearned.

] incense-breathing: cf. Paradise Lost, IX, 193-4. Also Pope, Messiah, 24: “With all the incense of the breathing spring.”

] The cock’s shrill clarion: cf. Paradise Lost, VII, 443-44: “the crested cock, whose clarion sounds/The silent hours.” Cf. Paul Whitehead’s “The State of Rome” (1739), lines 173-74:

But hold, War’s Rumour! mark the loud Alarms!

Hark the shrill Clarion sounds to Arms, to Arms!

] broke: old `strong’ form of the past participle, `broken.’

] homely: domestic.

] short and simple annals: parish registers of births, christenings, marriages, and deaths (Richard Leighton Greene, “Gray’s Elegy written in a Country Churchyard,” The Explicator 24.6 [Feb. 1966].)

] Cf. Henry Needler’s “Horace. Book IV. Ode VII. Paraphras’d,” lines 30-34:

When once th’ inevitable Hour is come,

At which thou must receive thy final Doom;

Thy Noble Birth, thy Eloquence Divine,

And shining Piety shall nought encline

The stubborn Will of unrelenting Fate …

and Richard West’s “A Monody on the Death of Queen Caroline” (Dodsley’s Collection of Poems [1748]: II, 273):

Ah me! What boots us all our boasted power,

Our golden treasure, and our purpled state?

They cannot ward the inevitable hour,

Nor stay the fearful violence of Fate.

A collective (singular) subject is possible, though the word `hour’ might also be the subject of the word `awaits.’

] Cf. Pope’s “The First Book of the Odyssey,” lines 391-92:

O greatly bless’d with ev’ry blooming grace!

With equal steps the paths of glory trace ..

] Trophies: memorials.

] fretted: adorned with carved or embossed work. Cf. Hamlet, II, ii: “this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.”

] Cf. Samuel Whyte’s “Elegy II” (1722), lines 119-20:

No breathing Marble o’er his Dust shall stand;

No storied Urn shall celebrate his Name …

] provoke: in its original sense, to call forth, to challenge.

] rage: as often in the poetry of the eighteenth century, poetic fire (furor poeticus).

] Hampden: John Hampden (ca. 1595-1643), one of the noblest of English Parliamentary statesmen; a central figure of the English revolution in its earlier stages.

] Cf. Joseph Trapp’s “Virgil’s Aeneis,” IV, 512-14:

He, to protract his aged Father’s Life,

Chose Skill in Med’cine, and the Pow’rs of Herbs;

And exercis’d a mute inglorious Art.

] conscious truth: truthful awareness of inward guilt.

] In the Eton MS. this line was followed by four stanzas which were omitted in the published text. Here, according to Mason, the poem was intended to close; the “hoary-headed swain” and the epitaph were after-thoughts.

pious: dutiful.

] Cf. Henry Jones’ “On seeing a Picture of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, which was presented to the University of Dublin” (1749), lines 61-64:

Her favour’d Sons from ‘midst the madding Crowd,

Her Sons select with gentle Hand she drew,

Secreted timely from th’austere and proud,

Their Fame wide-spreading, tho’ their Numbers few.

madding: outraged.

] Gray’s note refers to Petrarch’s sonnet 169:

Ch’i veggio nel pensier, dolce mio fuoco,

Fredda una lingua, & due begli occhi chiusi

Rimaner doppo noi pien di faville.

[For I see in my thoughts, my sweet fire,

One cold tongue, and two beautiful closed eyes

Will remain full of sparks after our death.]

Petrarch. Son. 169. [170 in usual enumeration]

] lawn: meadow. In the Eton MS. after lìne 100 there is the following stanza: “Him have we seen the greenwood side along, /While o’er the heath we hied, our labours done, /Oft as the woodlark pip’d her farewell song,/With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun.” Mason is puzzled by Gray’s rejection of this stanza for the published text.

Sometimes compared to another elegy, John Milton’s “Lycidas,” lines 25-31:

Together both, ere the high lawns appear’d

Under the opening eyelids of the morn,

We drove afield, and both together heard

What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,

Batt’ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night,

Oft till the star that rose at ev’ning bright

Toward heav’n's descent had slop’d his westering wheel.

] next: following morning. sad: serious.

] In some of the first editions of the poem, the following stanza preceded the epitaph: “There scatter’d oft, the earliest of the year,/By hands unseen are show’rs of violets found;/The redbreast loves to build and warble there,/And little footsteps lightly print the ground.” According to a marginal note of Gray, it was “omitted in 1753.” Mason explains the omission by saying that Gray found it formed “too long a parenthesis in this place.” The epitaph is not in the early Eton manuscript of the poem.

] Here lies: the Latin “hic jacet.”

] Cf. John Oldmixon’s “Epistle V: Queen Elizabeth to the Earl of Essex” (1703), lines 37-40:

Warm’d by my Smiles, and kindled into Man,

Thy Soul to feel Heroick Flames began:

Till then to Fortune, and to Fame, unknown,

Who since defended, and adorn’d the Throne.

] Science: knowledge in the general sense. Cf. Ode on Eton College, 3, and note.

] Gray’s note:

— paventosa speme. [— fearful hope]

Petrarch. Son. 114. [115 in usual enumeration]

Commentary by Lorenz Lammens

Cleanth Brooks thought of the Elegy as ironic but it struck Samual Johnson as sentimental. Like any work of art, the poem presents itself as a mirror, it triggers a response in which we are reflected. Both Brooks and Johnson were probably right, because the poem stands as much on its own as it carries the soul of the reader within it.

And so does it reflect our society. Gray’s poem can be read as one that seeks the universal man within us, from the perspective of death. All the pomp of our society is stripped by this final event, and within it we are all the same. Gray then uses this as an allegory for life itself: if we are all the same in this final event, than perhaps we are more a product of events as we are ourselves. The woman next to us might be “Some mute inglorious Milton” and Milton himself might have lived an uneventful life if born in different circumstances.

In my intro I mentioned some people who quoted Gray’s Elegy, including Lincoln; in fact, there are many phrases you might recognize still today. An astounding three-quarters (well, nearly) of its lines (128!) have made it in the Oxford book of Quotations.

The true power of the poem, even for Lincoln when he quoted the work, is that we recognize its phrases through their power to console us. Yes, it laments someone’s passing, but in a way that affirms the life that preceded it, and it paints a glorious picture that lifts it from its seeming mediocrity and talks in terms that give meaning and a sense of solidarity. Even a bleak sentence such as “The Short and simple annals of the poor” shone in meaning to Lincoln, because it was an accurate description, and the idea of this seemingly deplorable life of the poor was connected in a carefully constructed web of meaning with Milton and Cromwell and all that is good and strong in human kind, without turning away from mankind’s darker side. The latter would have made the poem slip in a false romanticism, a dreamers lie, and the poem might have seem apologist. But Gray somehow encompasses the full spectrum of human existence.

The poem takes the side of the unremarkable, and therefore takes the side of everything that is unremarkable within us (human kind is vain, and cannot identify with art unless it sees himself reflected in it – this is when it develops meaning). The poem mourns our lost potential and takes our most desperate times in a loving embrace. It depicts a fellow who died after decade of anonymous labor, without the seed of education ever been planted within him, scarcely remembered in this world and unknown to any future humanity. With him is buried all his potential, unrealized – yet, Gray says, his life had many joys and by far fewer ill effects on others, unstained by the blood that often covers the spear of change, carried by the rich, the powerful, the famous, the Cromwell’s of this world. In the end, Gray values smaller things, the things that bond us, like friendship, which in its last act is confirmed in mourning, being cried for by someone else who cared for you. “On some fond breast the parting soul relies, / Some pious drops the closing eye requires”. Gray’s phrasing remains remarkably restrained and universal.

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