work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 5795,"","Reading; found again in G.J. Barker-Benfield's The Culture of Sensibility (Chicago and London: U of Chicago Press, 1996), 18, where the metaphor is wrongly attributed to Akenside. ",2012-08-16 14:27:51 UTC,"Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain,
Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain
.
Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise!
Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Each, as the various avenues of sense
Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense,
Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art,
Control the latent fibres of the heart.
As studious Prospero's mysterious spell
Drew every subject-spirit to his cell;
Each, at thy call, advances or retires,
As judgment dictates or the scene inspires.
Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source
Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course,
And thro' the frame invisibly convey
The subtle, quick vibrations as they play;
Man's little universe at once o'ercast,
At once illumined when the cloud is past.",,19923,REVISIT AND REREAD POEM. get the rest of these metaphors....,"""Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain.""",Rooms and Fetters,2012-08-16 14:27:51 UTC,""