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Literary
November 17, 1836
Kentucky Gazette
Lexington, Fayette County, Kentucky
What is this article about?
Reflective prose on autumn's decay symbolizing human mortality, evoking memories of youth, lost friends, and the sentimental reverence at gravesides, questioning the soul's eternity amid life's transience.
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SUMMER'S GONE.
The sear and yellow leaf is now the object that meets our eye. The leaves fall and rot; so do we. Man must die—and rot; but will the soul—the spirit given by our God also be a nonentity? No—but who can witness the fall of autumn leaves without a sigh for 'auld lang syne'—who can forget the 'sighs and tears' of childhood's years?—who will fail to remember the friend of his youth? to visit the grave of the departed dead with reverence and awe. Though melancholy yet it is pleasing to stand near the grave of a departed friend. To think over again the scenes that were once acted, the youthful gambols, the playful tricks, the unceasing merry-making, all pass rapidly through the imagination—and there is left the contemplation of the little mound. It is at a time like this that all the holy, sentimental feelings of the heart are brought into action. The death bed—the last, long, lingering look, the fervent pressure of the hand, the quivering lip—the last words, 'forget me not'—all rush upon the fancy and consecrate the scene.
The sear and yellow leaf is now the object that meets our eye. The leaves fall and rot; so do we. Man must die—and rot; but will the soul—the spirit given by our God also be a nonentity? No—but who can witness the fall of autumn leaves without a sigh for 'auld lang syne'—who can forget the 'sighs and tears' of childhood's years?—who will fail to remember the friend of his youth? to visit the grave of the departed dead with reverence and awe. Though melancholy yet it is pleasing to stand near the grave of a departed friend. To think over again the scenes that were once acted, the youthful gambols, the playful tricks, the unceasing merry-making, all pass rapidly through the imagination—and there is left the contemplation of the little mound. It is at a time like this that all the holy, sentimental feelings of the heart are brought into action. The death bed—the last, long, lingering look, the fervent pressure of the hand, the quivering lip—the last words, 'forget me not'—all rush upon the fancy and consecrate the scene.
What sub-type of article is it?
Essay
What themes does it cover?
Death Mortality
Seasonal Cycle
Religious
What keywords are associated?
Autumn Decay
Mortality Reflection
Youth Memories
Graveside Reverence
Soul Eternity
Sentimental Feelings
Literary Details
Title
Summer's Gone.
Key Lines
The Sear And Yellow Leaf Is Now The Object That Meets Our Eye. The Leaves Fall And Rot; So Do We.
Man Must Die—And Rot; But Will The Soul—The Spirit Given By Our God Also Be A Nonentity? No—
Who Can Witness The Fall Of Autumn Leaves Without A Sigh For 'Auld Lang Syne'—
Though Melancholy Yet It Is Pleasing To Stand Near The Grave Of A Departed Friend.
The Death Bed—The Last, Long, Lingering Look, The Fervent Pressure Of The Hand, The Quivering Lip—The Last Words, 'Forget Me Not'—All Rush Upon The Fancy And Consecrate The Scene.