text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Here too did Clifford's Course of Glory end,
A Man of Honour, and a faithful Friend.
None the Theorbo with a softer Hand,
Few with a stronger did the Sword command.
Whene'er he took the Lute, or grasp'd the Spear,
He touch'd the Heart with Pleasure, or with Fear.
By the same Hand, the Lute, the Lance, the Foe,
Did tremble in their turn, and like Emotion show.
The envious Ball pass'd thro' from Ear to Ear,
And did the tuneful Drums to pieces tear,
Which aeiey Accents beat, to make us hear.
It did the curious Instruments confound,
And all the winding Labarynths of Sound,
The charming Musick-Rooms, that entertain
The Soul high seated in her Throne the Brain.
(Bk IV, pp. 104-5)
",2014-07-02 16:49:58 UTC,"""It did the curious Instruments confound, / And all the winding Labarynths of Sound, / The charming Musick-Rooms, that entertain / The Soul high seated in her Throne the Brain.""",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,Book IV,"",2012-01-12,Inhabitants and Throne,•I've included twice: Government and Architecture,"Searching ""throne"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",10455,4038
"When other Potentates their Subjects scare,
With fain'd Invasions, and pretended War,
To make their Kingdoms bleed at every Vein;
And to enrich themselves, their Subjects drain:
Th'indulgent Queen, when Danger was sincere,
The Mother felt, and did her Britons spare.
When for their own Defence, she ask'd their Aid,
She with Reluctance easy Burdens laid.
She publick Wants and Pressures to supply,
Her State, and private Pleasures did deny.
From publick Thrift, to Sov'raign Pow'rs unknown,
She streighten'd for her Subjects Ease, the Crown;
Their Families to spare, almost distress'd her own.
She frugal of their Treasure and their Blood,
Still quitting private Ends for publick Good;
Friends to her Empire all her Subjects made,
And in their Hearts its deep Foundations laid.",2009-09-14 19:35:00 UTC,"A monarch may make ""all her Subjects"" ""Friends to her Empire and ""in their Hearts"" lay ""its deep Foundations""",2004-08-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice: Empire and Architecture,"Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10457,4038
"Here proper Ferments animate the Blood,
And give just Vigour to the bounding Flood.
The vital Streams with due impulsive Force
Spring from the Heart, and triumph in their Course;
Rarely a dull unagitated Mass
Do's lazy linger in its circling Race:
Nor do's a flaming rapid Torrent fry
The winding Tubes, and leave the Muscles dry;
While the mild Dews, forc'd with too great a Fire,
Desert the Limbs, and thro' the Pores perspire.
The Purple Streams, warm to a just Degree,
From Dregs and unconcocted Juices free,
As they pervade the Channels of the Brain,
Their purer Parts thro' the fine Meshes strain.
These active Liquors, which Admission find
Thro' the strait Paths, and leave the coarse behind,
Swift to the inmost Rooms their Passage beat,
And crowd around the Soul's Imperial Seat;
Of subtile Matter form'd, refin'd and bright,
As Light'ning sprightly, and serene as Light,
Watching their Soveraign's Nod, they ready stand
Apt to perform the Mind's supream Command.
Such noble Vital Instruments are fit
For Reason's Works, and beauteous Turns of Wit.
With finer Strokes they move the tender Strings
Tun'd in the Brain, whence clear Perception springs.
When Fancy makes superior Flight her Aim,
Wing'd with this vig'rous, clear seraphick Flame,
She ranges Nature's universal Frame;
Bright Seeds of Thought from various Objects takes,
Whence her fair Scenes and Images she makes:
Spirits so swift, so fine, so bold, so strong,
Gave Milton Genius fit for Milton's Song.",2009-09-14 19:35:13 UTC,"""These active Liquors, which Admission find / Thro' the strait Paths, and leave the coarse behind, / Swift to the inmost Rooms their Passage beat, / And crowd around the Soul's Imperial Seat.""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"",Interiority,2009-05-26,Rooms,"•I've included thrice: Rooms, Crowd, Seat","Searching ""soul"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10715,4153
"Where dwells this Sovereign Arbitrary Soul,
Which does the human Animal controul,
Inform each Part, and agitate the whole?
O'er Ministerial Senses does preside,
To all their various Provinces divide,
Each Member move, and ev'ry Motion guide.
Which by her secret uncontested Nod
Her Messengers the Spirits sends abroad,
Thro' ev'ry nervous Pass, and ev'ry vital Road.
To fetch from ev'ry distant Part a Train,
Of outward Objects to enrich the Brain.
Where sits this bright Intelligence enthron'd,
With numberless Ideas pour'd around?
Where Wisdom, Prudence, Contemplation stand,
And busie Fantoms watch her high Command:
Where Sciences and Arts in order wait,
And Truths Divine compose her Godlike State.
Can the dissecting Steel the Brain display,
And the august Apartment open lay,
Where this great Queen still chuses to reside
In Intellectual Pomp, and bright Ideal Pride?
Or can the Eye assisted by the Glass
Discern the strait, but hospitable Place,
In which ten thousand Images remain,
Without Confusion, and their Rank maintain?
(VII, ll. 303-327, pp. 329-30)",2013-08-07 15:21:00 UTC,"""Can the dissecting Steel the Brain display, / And the august Apartment open lay, / Where this great Queen still chuses to reside / In Intellectual Pomp, and bright Ideal Pride? / Or can the Eye assisted by the Glass / Discern the strait, but hospitable Place, / In which ten thousand Images remain, / Without Confusion, and their Rank maintain?""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,Book VII,Seat of Soul,,Rooms,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10794,4167
" Whilst on the Earth such Darkness dwells,
Malicious Fiends forsake their hateful Cells,
Like rav'ning Wolves, or roaring Lions stray,
Hunt and devour by Night their Prey.
These Tyrants, as their Empire, did possess
This wide, unlightsome Wilderness,
And fierce infest th' unhappy Regions, grown
In Guilt and Blackness, like their own;
Should from the Earth the Sun conceal his Face,
What Terrors would invade this dismal Place?
Nature and Order would be soon depos'd,
And all their Subjects from Obedience loos'd;
Which their first Monarch Chaos would restore,
And prove the wild Assertors of his Pow'r:
Confusion, Misrule, Uproar, Chance,
His blind Adherents, would support
Their ancient Lord, and swift advance
To take their Stations in his lawless Court.
Since Guilt did first Admission find,
This is the fatal State of Humane Kind.
Passions Subjection to their Guide disown,
Insult their Soveraign, and subvert his Throne.
Fancy does fickle reign in Reason's Seat,
And Thy wild Empire, Anarchy, uphold,
Hostile Desires fierce Wars repeat,
By Turns victorious, and by Turns controul'd:
Which e'er prevails the Suff'ring is the same,
A Tyrant 'tis, tho' with a milder Name.
All that unhappy Man can hope to gain
Is various Servitude, and endless Change of Pain.
",2009-09-14 19:35:32 UTC,"Fancy may ""fickle reign in Reason's Seat, / And Thy wild Empire, Anarchy, uphold""",2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,Stanza X,"",,"","•I've included four times: Rule and Subjection, Seat, Empire, and Anarchy",Found again searching HDIS (Poetry),11074,4255