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Poem
May 9, 1760
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
Elegy mourning the death of Daniel Treadwell, a young mathematics professor in New York, lamenting his loss while envisioning his soul's ascent to heaven, joining Newton and greeted by Eliza (Miss Epps). Contrasts spring's renewal with his demise, celebrating his virtues and scientific curiosity.
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PORTSMOUTH.
On the Death of Mr. Daniel Treadwell, of this Town, who was Professor of the Mathematicks at New York; a young Gentleman, whose many useful Accomplishments, render'd his Loss universaly lamented.
THE Spring returns, Nature in Bloom appears,
And Sol's refulgent Beams the Prospect cheers;
The feather'd Choir their artless Joy express,
While all Creation Nature's God confess:
Each Tree and Plant in Blooming Youth revives,
And with their Verdure charm the ravish'd Eyes.
But Thou, O Strephon must no more survey!
The radiant Glories of the rising Day;
Clos'd are those Eyes that these gay Prospects charm'd,
Cold is that Heart, which every Virtue warm'd:
You once with Joy those prightly Scenes beheld,
Which the Creator's mighty Power reveal'd;
Those curious Objects now unotic'd lie,
Which then so charm'd your Philosophic Eye;
To Earth's cold Bosom now must be confin'd,
That Frame which once contain'd the noblest Mind.
Oh! cruel DEATH, how rigid is thy Sway!
When Youth and Merit must thy Call obey;
But, why should I of conquering DEATH complain!
Which kindly free'd thee from a mortal Frame?
Then let me not on sad Reflections dwell,
When glorious Views may gloomy Thoughts dispel.
But soar my Muse to that Ethereal Height,
Where with his Guardian Strephon took his Flight:
He visited ev'ry Orb, our System view'd,
To other Systems then his Course pursu'd:
Worlds till unknown, there struck him in the Way,
As swift he pass'd to the bright Realms of Day,
Where he appears adorn'd with Beauty all divine,
While ever beaming Glories round him Shine:
Immortal Wreaths, his Youthful Temples grace,
Celestial Beauty sparkles in his Face;
He feasts on those perpetual Joys that flow,
Which he anticipated when below;
His noble Soul, which such Refinements knew,
Doth unconquer'd it's glorious Course pursue:
From Star to Star he takes his airy Flight
And ev'ry Prospect yields him new Delight:
Great Newton here he join'd, while Seraphs sung,
A joyful Welcome to his youthful Son.
But see! a Form appears divinely fair,
Each Grace, each Virtue may be view'd in her;
Her prightly Air, diffuses Pleasure round,
Her heavenly Voice seraphic Numbers sound:
'Tis bright Eliza*, the young Strephon greets,
And bids him welcome to those blisful Seats.
* Miss Epps.
On the Death of Mr. Daniel Treadwell, of this Town, who was Professor of the Mathematicks at New York; a young Gentleman, whose many useful Accomplishments, render'd his Loss universaly lamented.
THE Spring returns, Nature in Bloom appears,
And Sol's refulgent Beams the Prospect cheers;
The feather'd Choir their artless Joy express,
While all Creation Nature's God confess:
Each Tree and Plant in Blooming Youth revives,
And with their Verdure charm the ravish'd Eyes.
But Thou, O Strephon must no more survey!
The radiant Glories of the rising Day;
Clos'd are those Eyes that these gay Prospects charm'd,
Cold is that Heart, which every Virtue warm'd:
You once with Joy those prightly Scenes beheld,
Which the Creator's mighty Power reveal'd;
Those curious Objects now unotic'd lie,
Which then so charm'd your Philosophic Eye;
To Earth's cold Bosom now must be confin'd,
That Frame which once contain'd the noblest Mind.
Oh! cruel DEATH, how rigid is thy Sway!
When Youth and Merit must thy Call obey;
But, why should I of conquering DEATH complain!
Which kindly free'd thee from a mortal Frame?
Then let me not on sad Reflections dwell,
When glorious Views may gloomy Thoughts dispel.
But soar my Muse to that Ethereal Height,
Where with his Guardian Strephon took his Flight:
He visited ev'ry Orb, our System view'd,
To other Systems then his Course pursu'd:
Worlds till unknown, there struck him in the Way,
As swift he pass'd to the bright Realms of Day,
Where he appears adorn'd with Beauty all divine,
While ever beaming Glories round him Shine:
Immortal Wreaths, his Youthful Temples grace,
Celestial Beauty sparkles in his Face;
He feasts on those perpetual Joys that flow,
Which he anticipated when below;
His noble Soul, which such Refinements knew,
Doth unconquer'd it's glorious Course pursue:
From Star to Star he takes his airy Flight
And ev'ry Prospect yields him new Delight:
Great Newton here he join'd, while Seraphs sung,
A joyful Welcome to his youthful Son.
But see! a Form appears divinely fair,
Each Grace, each Virtue may be view'd in her;
Her prightly Air, diffuses Pleasure round,
Her heavenly Voice seraphic Numbers sound:
'Tis bright Eliza*, the young Strephon greets,
And bids him welcome to those blisful Seats.
* Miss Epps.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
Science Progress
What keywords are associated?
Daniel Treadwell
Elegy Death
Mathematics Professor
Heavenly Ascent
Philosophic Eye
Isaac Newton
Miss Epps
Poem Details
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On The Death Of Mr. Daniel Treadwell, Of This Town, Who Was Professor Of The Mathematicks At New York; A Young Gentleman, Whose Many Useful Accomplishments, Render'd His Loss Universaly Lamented.
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But Thou, O Strephon Must No More Survey!
Oh! Cruel Death, How Rigid Is Thy Sway!
Great Newton Here He Join'd, While Seraphs Sung,
'Tis Bright Eliza*, The Young Strephon Greets,