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CASPARIS CRVCIGERI. 151

C orporis o felix iſta compage ſoluta,

EnglishO happy one, now that this frame of the body is dissolved, O soul, received into the abode of the heavenly vault.

Language
Latin
Date
16th century
Form
elegiac_couplet
Editorial status
Reviewed source page
Text
Source and English

Unit 1 · poem · elegiac_couplet · 12 lines

Latin

Block alignment is approximate: translation blocks are shown against their source line ranges, with untranslated gaps and overlaps surfaced rather than shifted into a verified line map.

Source lines 1-2

  1. 1

    C orporis o felix iſta compage ſoluta,

  2. 2

    O anima ætherei ſede recepta poli.

English

No translation for source lines 1-2.

Source lines 3-12

  1. 3

    I am requies tibi parta, Vale dulciſsime Caſpar,

  2. 4

    Et tua pacatis ſedibus oſſa cubent.

  3. 5

    N os lachrymæ gemituſq; manent, miſerere tuorum

  4. 6

    O Deus, & miſeris dulce leuamen ades.

  5. 7

    E n tua poſcit opem dubijs Eccleſia rebus,

  6. 8

    Et ſine te nullum qui tueatur, habet.

  7. 9

    E n oppreſſa malis, orbataq; præſide tali

  8. 10

    Plorat, & Hei miſeræ quid mihi fiet? ait.

  9. 11

    D a patrij tandem genitor mitiſsime cœli,

  10. 12

    Omnibus exhauſtam caſibus, arce frui.

English · verified range

Verified range

  1. 1

    O happy one, now that this frame of the body is dissolved,

  2. 2

    O soul, received into the abode of the heavenly vault.

  3. 3

    Now rest is secured for you. Farewell, sweetest Caspar,

  4. 4

    and may your bones rest in peaceful abodes.

  5. 5

    Tears and groans await us; have pity on your people,

  6. 6

    O God, and be a sweet comfort to the wretched.

  7. 7

    Behold, your Church begs for aid in uncertain times,

  8. 8

    and without You she has no one to protect her.

  9. 9

    Behold, overwhelmed by evils, and bereft of such a protector,

  10. 10

    she weeps, and says, "Alas, what will become of wretched me?"

  11. 11

    Grant at last, most gentle Father, that she,

  12. 12

    exhausted by all misfortunes, may enjoy the citadel of her heavenly homeland.