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Poem
June 5, 1824
The Virginian
Lynchburg, Virginia
What is this article about?
A reflective poem in stanzas questioning the value of pursuing fame, gold, pride, and pleasure, emphasizing their transience in the face of death and the superiority of spiritual rewards.
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STANZAS
Where's the man whose cock for Fame
Haste the Laurel give him—
Unroll the scroll, and write his name
In all the great will leave him
Where is he who seeks for gold
Give—let nought alloy it—
When a few brief days are told.
No more can he enjoy it
Where— the bosom swell'd with Pride
Spare— I would not wound it
For death will twine, at eventide,
His fingers cold and gaunt around it
Where, the heart in Pleasure bent
'Tis a bubble measure more
Health and life the morrow spent,
Gone he with the stream
Where's the soul that looks above
For Pleasure, gold and glory
Such delights but phantom shows
Such a life in story
Like each cap of joy away
To other filled and given
Oh! what are all these baubles say
To him who heaven is given
Where's the man whose cock for Fame
Haste the Laurel give him—
Unroll the scroll, and write his name
In all the great will leave him
Where is he who seeks for gold
Give—let nought alloy it—
When a few brief days are told.
No more can he enjoy it
Where— the bosom swell'd with Pride
Spare— I would not wound it
For death will twine, at eventide,
His fingers cold and gaunt around it
Where, the heart in Pleasure bent
'Tis a bubble measure more
Health and life the morrow spent,
Gone he with the stream
Where's the soul that looks above
For Pleasure, gold and glory
Such delights but phantom shows
Such a life in story
Like each cap of joy away
To other filled and given
Oh! what are all these baubles say
To him who heaven is given
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Fame
Gold
Pride
Pleasure
Death
Soul
Heaven
Vanity
Poem Details
Title
Stanzas
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Where's The Man Whose Cock For Fame
Haste The Laurel Give Him—
Where Is He Who Seeks For Gold
Give—Let Nought Alloy It—
For Death Will Twine, At Eventide,
His Fingers Cold And Gaunt Around It
Oh! What Are All These Baubles Say
To Him Who Heaven Is Given