Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELEGY UPON KING CHARLES THE FIRST, MURDERED PUBLICLY BY HIS SUBJECTS, by JOHN CLEVELAND Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Were not my faith buoyed up by sacred blood Last Line: This our josias had a jeremy. Subject(s): Charles I, King Of England (1600-1649) | ||||||||
WERE not my faith buoyed up by sacred blood, It might be drowned in this prodigious flood; Which reason's highest ground doth so exceed, It leaves my soul no anch'rage but my creed; Where my faith, resting on th' original, Supports itself in this, the copy's fall. So while my faith floats on that bloody wood, My reason's cast away in this red flood Which near o'erflows us all. Those showers past Made but land-floods, which did some valleys waste. This stroke hath cut the only neck of land Which between us and this red sea did stand, That covers now our world which cursed lies At once with two of Egypt's prodigies (O'ercast with darkness and with blood o'errun), And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone. Th'enchanter led them to a less known ill To act his sin, than 'twas their king to kill; Which crime hath widowed our whole nation, Voided all forms, left but privation In Church and State; inverting every right; Brought in Hell's state of fire without light. No wonder then if all good eyes look red, Washing their loyal hearts from blood so shed; The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloody agony. Let nought then pass for music but sad cries, For beauty bloodless cheeks and blood-shot eyes. All colours soil but black; all odours have Ill scent but myrrh, incens'd upon this grave. It notes a Jew not to believe us much The cleaner made by a religious touch Of this dead body, whom to judge to die Seems the Judaical impiety. To kill the King, the Spirit Legion paints His rage with law, the Temple and the saints. But the truth is, he feared and did repine To be cast out and back into the swine. And the case holds, in that the Spirit bends His malice in this act against his ends; For it is like the sooner he'll be sent Out of that body he would still torment. Let Christians then use otherwise this blood; Detest the act, yet turn it to their good; Thinking how like a King of Death he dies We easily may the world and death despise. Death had no sting for him and its sharp arm, Only of all the troop, meant him no harm. And so he looked upon the axe as one Weapon yet left to guard him to his throne. In his great name then may his subjects cry, 'Death, thou art swallowed up in victory.' If this, our loss, a comfort can admit, 'Tis that his narrowed crown is grown unfit For his enlarged head, since his distress Had greatened this, as it made that the less. His crown was fallen unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a king. So the same hands enthroned him in that crown They had exalted from him, not pulled down. And thus God's truth by them hath rendered more Than e'er man's falsehood promised to restore; Which, since by death alone he could attain, Was yet exempt from weakness and from pain. Death was enjoined by God to touch a part, Might make his passage quick, ne'er move his heart, Which even expiring was so far from death It seemed but to command away his breath. And thus his soul, of this her triumph proud, Broke like a flash of lightning through the cloud Of flesh and blood; and from the highest line Of human virtue, passed to be divine. Nor is't much less his virtues to relate Than the high glories of his present state. Since both, then, pass all acts but of belief, Silence may praise the one, the other grief. And since upon the diamond no less Than diamonds will serve us to impress, I'll only wish that for his elegy This our Josias had a Jeremy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES CROMWELL'S SOLILOQUY OVER THE DEAD BODY OF CHARLES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON ON A ROYAL VISIT TO THE VAULTS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WINDSOR POETICS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE CHARLES by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE KING, AT HIS ENTRANCE INTO SAXHAM, BY MASTER JOHN CROFTS by THOMAS CAREW |
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