work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4253,"",HDIS,2004-02-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Last, to enjoy her Sense of Feeling
(A thing She much delights to deal in)
A thousand little Nerves She sends
Quite to our Toes, and Fingers Ends;
And These in Gratitude again
Return their Spirits to the Brain;
In which their Figure being printed
(As just before, I think, I hinted)
Alma inform'd can try the Case,
As She had been upon the Place.
Thus, while the Judge gives diff'rent Journeys
To Country Counsel, and Attornies;
He on the Bench in quiet sits,
Deciding, as They bring the Writs.
The Pope thus prays and sleeps at Rome,
And very seldom stirs from Home:
Yet sending forth his Holy Spies,
And having heard what They advise,
He rules the Church's blest Dominions;
And sets Men's Faith by His Opinions.
(p. 472-3, ll. 70-89)",2009-01-23,11069,"•Matthew sets up the Cantabrigian position with which his own ""system"" and the Aristotelian position contrast.
•The stanzas that follow continue to elaborate the personification: nerves and taste, drums in the ear, nerves and touch. Only this second and third figures have I included in the database. See the next entries.
•I've included twice: Printing and Judge
•INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.","""A thousand little Nerves She sends / Quite to our Toes, and Fingers Ends; / And These in Gratitude again / Return their Spirits to the Brain; / In which their Figure being printed / (As just before, I think, I hinted) / Alma inform'd can try the Case, / As She had seen upon the Place. // Thus, while the Judge gives diff'rent Journeys / To Country Counsel, and Attornies; / He on the Bench in quiet sits, / Deciding, as They bring the Writs."" ",Court and Inhabitants and Writing,2013-07-22 14:25:14 UTC,""
4253,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Dick, thus We act; and thus We are,
Or toss'd by Hope, or sunk by Care.
With endless Pain This Man pursues
What, if he gain'd, He could not use:
And T'other fondly Hopes to see
What never was, nor e'er shall be.
We err by Use, go wrong by Rules;
In Gesture grave, in Action Fools:
We join Hypocrisie to Pride,
Doubling the Faults, We strive to hide.
Or grant, that with extreme Surprize,
We find our selves at Sixty wise;
And twenty pretty Things are known,
Of which we can't accomplish One;
Whilst, as my System says, the Mind
Is to these upper Rooms confin'd:
Should I, my Friend, at large repeat
Her borrow'd Sense, her fond Conceit;
The Bede-roll of her vicious Tricks;
My Poem would be too prolix.
For could I my Remarks sustain,
Like Socrates, or Miles Montaigne;
Who in these Times would read my Books,
But Tom o' Stiles, or John o' Nokes?",2009-01-23,11098,"•OED ""bede-roll"" -- ""A list or string of names; a catalogue; a long line, a pedigree; a long series.""","""Whilst, as my System says, the Mind / Is to these upper Rooms confin'd.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-07-22 14:42:28 UTC,""
4253,Theater,"Searching ""head"" and ""stage"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"My simple System shall suppose,
That Alma enters at the Toes;
That then She mounts by just Degrees
Up to the Ancles, Legs, and Knees:
Next, as the Sap of Life does rise,
She lends her Vigor to the Thighs:
And, all these under-Regions past,
She nestles somewhere near the Waste:
Gives Pain or Pleasure, Grief or Laughter;
As We shall show at large hereafter.
Mature, if not improv'd, by Time
Up to the Heart She loves to climb:
From thence, compell'd by Craft and Age,
She makes the Head her latest Stage.",2009-01-23,11115,"•Editors point out: ""Alma"" may derive from Spenser's House of Alma (FQ, II, ix) and subtitle may have been suggested by Donne's Of the Progresse of the Soule (The Second Anniversarie). ","""Mature, if not improv'd, by Time / Up to the Heart She loves to climb: / From thence, compell'd by Craft and Age, / She makes the Head her latest Stage.""",Inhabitants,2013-07-22 14:43:48 UTC,""
4525,"",HDIS,2003-11-04 00:00:00 UTC,"Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train,
Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain,
These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd,
Make, and maintain, the balance of the mind:
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife
Gives all the strength and colour of our life.
(Epistle II, ll. 117-22)
",,11878,•I've included twice: Train and Family,"""Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, / Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain, / These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd, / Make, and maintain, the balance of the mind.""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:36:21 UTC,Epistle II
4208,"",Reading,2009-12-28 05:24:36 UTC,"But when to Mischief Mortals bend their Will,
How soon they find fit Instuments of Ill!
Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting Grace
A two-edg'd Weapon from her shining Case;
So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
Present the Spear, and arm him for the Fight.
He takes the Gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little Engine on his Fingers' Ends;
This just behind Belinda's Neck he spread
As o'er the fragrant Steams she bends her Head:
Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprights repair,
A thousand Wings, by turns, blow back the Hair;
And thrice they twitch'd the Diamond in her Ear,
Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the Foe drew near.
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close Recesses of the Virgin's thought;
As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art,
An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart.
Amaz'd, confus'd, he found his Power expir'd,
Resign'd to Fate, and with a Sigh retir'd.
(pp. 230-1, III, ll. 125-46)",,17604,Rising like steam? (Coffee or tea?),"""As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd, / He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind, / Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art, / An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart.""",Inhabitants,2009-12-28 05:53:22 UTC,Canto III