text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"""My love! nay rather my damnation thou,""
Said he: ""nor am I bound to keep my vow;
The fiend thy sire has sent thee from below,
Else how couldst thou my secret sorrows know?
Avaunt, old witch, for I renounce thy bed:
The queen may take the forfeit of my head,
Ere any of my race so foul a crone shall wed.""
Both heard, the judge pronounced against the knight;
So was he married in his own despite:
And all day after hid him as an owl,
Not able to sustain a sight so foul.
Perhaps the reader thinks I do him wrong,
To pass the marriage-feast, and nuptial song:
Mirth there was none, the man was à-la-mort,
And little courage had to make his court.
To bed they went, the bridegroom and the bride.
Was never such an ill-paired couple tied!
Restless he tossed, and tumbled to and fro,
And rolled, and wriggled further off, for woe.
The good old wife lay smiling by his side,
And caught him in her quivering arms, and cried,--
""When you my ravished predecessor saw,
You were not then become this man of straw;
Had you been such, you might have scaped the law.
Is this the custom of King Arthur's court?
Are all Round-table Knights of such a sort?
Remember I am she who saved your life,
Your loving, lawful, and complying wife:
Not thus you swore in your unhappy hour,
Nor I for this return employed my power.
In time of need I was your faithful friend;
Nor did I since, nor ever will offend.
Believe me, my loved lord, 'tis much unkind;
What fury has possessed your altered mind?
Thus on my wedding-night--without pretence--
Come turn this way, or tell me my offence.
If not your wife, let reason's rule persuade;
Name but my fault, amends shall soon be made.""
(pp. 810-11, ll. 334-364)",2009-09-14 19:33:34 UTC,"""If not your wife, let reason's rule persuade / Name but my fault, amends shall soon be made.""",2004-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2008-09-24,"",•Appears Twice: Also in Ogle's Canterbury Tales (1741). See also entry under Ogle. ,"Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS",8444,3214
"XXVII.
Where the white Towers and ancient Roofs did stand,
Remains of Wolsey's or great Henry's Hand,
To Age now yielding, or devour'd by Flame;
Let a young Phenix raise her tow'ring Head:
Her Wings with lengthen'd Honour let Her spread;
And by her Greatness show her Builder's Fame.
August and Open, as the Hero's Mind,
Be her capacious Courts design'd:
Let ev'ry Sacred Pillar bear
Trophies of Arms, and Monuments of War.
The King shall there in Parian Marble breath,
His Shoulder bleeding fresh: and at His Feet
Disarm'd shall lye the threat'ning Death:
(For so was saving Jove's Decree compleat.)
Behind, That Angel shall be plac'd, whose Shield
Sav'd Europe, in the Blow repell'd:
On the firm Basis, from his Oozy Bed
Boyn shall raise his Laurell'd Head;
And his Immortal Stream be known,
Artfully waving thro' the wounded Stone.
(p. 174, ll. 360-9)",2011-06-16 20:04:02 UTC,"""August and Open, as the Hero's Mind, / Be her capacious Courts design'd.""",2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-06-13,"","•Editors: ""P takes from Horace's Carmen Secularae little more than the title and general theme"" (p. 876).
•Variant gives ""Open, yet Solid, as the Builder's Mind"" for l. 366. ",Searching HDIS (Poetry),10281,3954
"XXXIX.
No longer shall their wretched Zeal adore
Ideas of destructive Power,
Spirits that hurt, and Godheads that devour:
New Incense They shall bring, new Altars raise,
And fill their Temples with a Stranger's Praise;
When the Great Father's Character They find
Visibly stampt upon the Hero's Mind;
And own a present Deity confest,
In Valour that preserv'd, and Power that bless'd.
(p. 179, ll. 503-511)
",2011-06-16 20:06:41 UTC,"The ""Great Father's Character"" may be found ""Visibly stampt upon the Hero's mind.""",2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"•Editors: ""P takes from Horace's Carmen Secularae little more than the title and general theme"" (p. 876).","Found again searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10282,3954
"""The Cause and Spring of motion, from above,
Hung down on earth, the golden chain of Love;
Great was the effect, and high was his intent,
When peace among the jarring seeds he sent:
Fire, flood, and earth, and air, by this were bound,
And love, the common link, the new creation crowned.
The chain still holds; for, though the forms decay,
Eternal matter never wears away:
The same first Mover certain bounds has placed,
How long those perishable forms shall last;
Nor can they last beyond the time assigned
By that all-seeing, and all-making Mind:
Shorten their hours they may; for will is free;
But never pass the appointed destiny.
So men oppressed, when weary of their breath,
Throw off the burden, and suborn their death.
Then, since those forms begin, and have their end,
On some unaltered cause they sure depend:
Parts of the whole are we; but God the whole;
Who gives us life, and animating soul.
For nature cannot from a part derive
That being, which the whole can only give:
He, perfect, stable; but imperfect we,
Subject to change, and different in degree;
Plants, beasts, and man; and, as our organs are,
We, more or less, of his perfection share.
But, by a long descent, the ethereal fire
Corrupts; and forms, the mortal part, expire.
As he withdraws his virtue, so they pass,
And the same matter makes another mass.
This law the Omniscient Power was pleased to give,
That every kind should by succession live;
That individuals die, his will ordains;
The propagated species still remains.
The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees;
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays,
Supreme in state, and in three more decays:
So wears the paving pebble in the street,
And towns and towers their fatal periods meet
So rivers, rapid once, now naked lie,
Forsaken of their springs, and leave their channels dry:
So man, at first a drop, dilates with heat,
Then formed, the little heart begins to beat;
Secret he feeds, unknowing in the cell;
At length, for hatching ripe, he breaks the shell,
And struggles into breath, and cries for aid;
Then, helpless, in his mother's lap is laid.
He creeps, he walks, and, issuing into man,
Grudges their life, from whence his own began;
Retchless of laws, affects to rule alone,
Anxious to reign, and restless on the throne;
First vegetive, then feels, and reasons last;
Rich of three souls, and lives all three to waste.
Some thus, but thousands more in flower of age;
For few arrive to run the latter stage.
Sunk in the first, in battle some are slain,
And others whelmed beneath the stormy main.
What makes all this, but Jupiter the king,
At whose command we perish, and we spring?
Then 'tis our best, since thus ordained to die,
To make a virtue of necessity;
Take what he gives, since to rebel is vain;
The bad grows better, which we well sustain;
And could we choose the time, and choose aright,
'Tis best to die, our honour at the height.
When we have done our ancestors no shame,
But served our friends, and well secured our fame;
Then should we wish our happy life to close,
And leave no more for fortune to dispose.
So should we make our death a glad relief
From future shame, from sickness, and from grief;
Enjoying, while we live, the present hour,
And dying in our excellence and flower.
Then round our deathbed every friend should run,
And joy us of our conquest early won;
While the malicious world, with envious tears,
Should grudge our happy end, and wish it theirs.
Since then our Arcite is with honour dead,
Why should we mourn, that he so soon is freed,
Or call untimely, what the gods decreed?
With grief as just, a friend may be deplored,
From a foul prison to free air restored.
Ought he to thank his kinsman or his wife,
Could tears recall him into wretched life?
Their sorrow hurts themselves; on him is lost;
And, worse than both, offends his happy ghost.
What then remains, but, after past annoy,
To take the good vicissitude of joy;
To thank the gracious gods for what they give,
Possess our souls, and while we live, to live?
Ordain we then two sorrows to combine,
And in one point the extremes of grief to join;
That thence resulting joy may be renewed,
As jarring notes in harmony conclude.
Then I propose, that Palamon shall be
In marriage joined with beauteous Emily;
For which already I have gained the assent
Of my free people in full parliament.
Long love to her has borne the faithful knight,
And well deserved, had fortune done him right:
'Tis time to mend her fault, since Emily,
By Arcite's death, from former vows is free;
If you, fair sister, ratify the accord,
And take him for your husband and your lord.
'Tis no dishonour to confer your grace
On one descended from a royal race;
And were he less, yet years of service past,
From grateful souls, exact reward at last.
Pity is heaven's and yours; nor can she find
A throne so soft as in a woman's mind.""
(pp. 631-4, ll. 1024-1134",2009-09-14 19:34:52 UTC,"One cannot find ""A throne so soft as in a woman's mind""",2004-07-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","John Dryden. Ed. Keith Walker Oxford and New York: Oxford UP, 1987.","Searching ""throne"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10286,3957
"Yet no Injustice does in Job appear,
As you my Friends unkindly would infer,
Pure is my Prayer, my Heart within sincere.
If e'er a Man by my flagitious hand
Vext and Opprest, has perish'd from the Land,
Let not thy Womb, O Earth, his Blood conceal,
But to the Light my black Offence reveal;
That publique Shame and Pains may be my Fate,
Which on the heinous Malefactor wait.
Let God and Man their Bowels shut, when I
In deadly Torment for Compassion cry.
Conscience alone, my awful Judge within,
Does not acquit me of enormous Sin,
But God and all his sacred Angels, bear
Witness to this, and will my Justice clear.
From you my Friends, who my Distress deride,
I turn to Heav'n, let Heav'n my Cause decide.
If God his just Tribunal would ascend,
To hear how you accuse, and I defend;
If he, as Arbitrator, would preside,
And weigh the Reasons urg'd on either side;
From your Indictment he would me release,
And I, my Virtue clear'd, should dye in Peace.
And, O, that God would soon my Tryal hear,
And Judgment give before I disappear.
For when a few more fleeting days are past,
I in the Arms of Death shall lye embrac't.",2010-02-05 17:47:05 UTC,"""Conscience alone, my awful Judge within, / Does not acquit me of enormous Sin / But God and all his sacred Angels, bear / Witness to this, and will my Justice clear.""",2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2010-02-05,Court,"","Searching ""judge within"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10296,3963
" He paus'd: and Job not answering, Elihu
Did thus th'important Argument pursue.
To th' uncorrupted Judge within thy Breast
Thy Conscience I appeal; will that attest
That thou believ'st what thou hast boldly said,
That Job does God in Righteousness exceed?
To any other meaning who can wrest
These Irreligious Words by thee exprest?
""Does ever God the least concernment show
""Whether I'm Just and Innocent, or no?
""What Profit shall I reap by being so?
I will a short, but a full answer give
To thee, and those that thus of God believe.
Then up to Heav'n cast thy admiring Eyes,
View the bright Orbs, and Clouds, and distant Skies.
High as they are, they're by th' Almighty's Throne
In height, as much as thou by them, outdone.
Therefore, O Job, the most atrocious Crime
Thou dar'st commit, can never injure him.
Nor can his perfect Happiness be less,
Should thou grown bold, and hard in Wickedness,
By multiply'd Affronts thy Hate of God express.
Nor can he e'er the least advantage reap,
Shouldst thou revere him, and his Precepts keep.",2010-02-05 17:49:19 UTC,"""To th' uncorrupted Judge within thy Breast / Thy Conscience I appeal; will that attest / That thou believ'st what thou hast boldly said, / That Job does God in Righteousness exceed?""",2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2010-02-05,Court,"","Searching ""judge within"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10297,3963
"AST.
And you the occasion. Adieu, Servant.
[Exit.
[Freeman alone opening the Purse.
I came! I saw! I conquer'd! Gold bright as her self! This is the luckyest adventure! Others Solicite, Bribe, Rise early, haunt Courts and great Men's Levees, and follow Fortune in the servile Crowd, but I meet the Goddess less ingag'd, and court her in her lovelyest shape, a Woman; a Woman too that has more Wit and Beauty, than Riches ever gave, or Poverty took away--but what now can this Woman be! She has too much Wit to come from the City, and too much Money to come from the Court-- but to Morrow must unriddle all--I feel my Soul rise with my Pocket --
(looks on the Gold)
Thou lovely God that hast no Atheist! Thou art the Courtier's Promise, the Lawyers Honesty, the Soldiers Courage, and the Widow's Tears--but here is now a Fellow
[Enter Cleremont.]
whose Life is a study'd Idleness--Well, Cleremont, the report is true! I see Marriage writ in thy Face; and after railing at it all thy Life, thou art resolv'd to fall into the Noose at last.
(I.ii)",2011-05-23 18:27:41 UTC,"""I feel my Soul rise with my Pocket.""",2004-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene ii (1ii?)","",2011-05-23,Coinage,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),10298,3964
"1. THAT which gives the being, the action, and the denomination to a creature or thing, is the form of that creature or thing.
2. There is in form somthing that is not elementary but divine.
3. The contemplation of form is astonishing to man, and has a kind of trouble or impulse accompanying it, that exalts his soul to God.
4. As the form of a man is the image of God, so the form of a government is the image of man.
5. Man is both a sensual and a philosophical creature.
6. Sensuality in a man is when he is led only as are the beasts, that is, no otherwise than by appetit.
7. Philosophy is the knowledge of divine and human things.
8. To preserve and defend himself against violence, is natural to man as he is a sensual creature.
9. To have an impulse, or to be rais'd upon contemplation of natural things to the adoration or worship of God, is natural to man as he is a philosophical creature.
(IV.1-9)",2013-11-03 15:27:08 UTC,"""As the form of man is the image of God, so the form of a government is the image of a man""",2009-09-14 19:34:52 UTC,"Chapter IV, Of the Form of Government","",,"",Text from OLL,"Reading Pocock's Machiavellian Moment (Afterword, p. 568). Text available at OLL.",10300,3966
"Curse on the unpardoning prince, whom tears can draw
To no remorse; who rules by lions' law;
And, deaf to prayers, by no submission bowed,
Rends all alike, the penitent and proud!""
At this, with look serene, he raised his head;
Reason resumed her place, and passion fled.
Then thus aloud he spoke: ""The power of Love,
In earth, and seas, and air, and heaven above,
Rules, unresisted, with an awful nod;
By daily miracles declared a god:
He blinds the wise, gives eyesight to the blind,
And moulds and stamps anew the lover's mind.
Behold that Arcite, and this Palamon,
Freed from my fetters, and in safety gone,
What hindered either, in their native soil,
At ease to reap the harvest of their toil?
But Love, their lord, did otherwise ordain,
And brought them, in their own despite again,
To suffer death deserved; for well they know,
'Tis in my power, and I their deadly foe.
The proverb holds,--that to be wise, and love,
Is hardly granted to the gods above.
See how the madmen bleed! behold the gains
With which their master, Love, rewards their pains!
For seven long years, on duty every day,
Lo their obedience, and their monarch's pay:
Yet, as in duty bound, they serve him on;
And, ask the fools, they think it wisely done;
Nor ease, nor wealth, nor life itself, regard;
For 'tis their maxim,--Love is love's reward.
This is not all,--the fair, for whom they strove,
Nor knew before, nor could suspect their love,
Nor thought, when she beheld the fight from far,
Her beauty was the occasion of the war.
But sure a general doom on man is past,
And all are fools and lovers, first or last:
This, both by others and myself, I know,
For I have served their sovereign long ago;
Oft have been caught within the winding train
Of female snares, and felt the lover's pain,
And learned how far the god can human hearts constrain.
To this remembrance, and the prayers of those,
Who for the offending warriors interpose,
I give their forfeit lives, on this accord,
To do me homage, as their sovereign lord;
And, as my vassals, to their utmost might,
Assist my person, and assert my right.""
This freely sworn, the knights their grace obtained;
Then thus the king his secret thoughts explained:--
""If wealth, or honour, or a royal race,
Or each, or all, may win a lady's grace,
Then either of you, knights, may well deserve
A princess born; and such is she you serve:
For Emily is sister to the crown,
And but too well to both her beauty known.
But should you combat till you both were dead,
Two lovers cannot share a single bed.
As therefore both are equal in degree,
The lot of both be left to Destiny.
Now hear the award, and happy may it prove
To her, and him who best deserves her love.
Depart from hence in peace, and free as air,
Search the wide world, and where you please repair;
But on the day when this returning sun
To the same point through every sign has run,
Then each of you his hundred knights shall bring,
In royal lists, to fight before the king;
And then the knight, whom Fate, or happy Chance,
Shall with his friends to victory advance,
And grace his arms so far in equal fight,
From out the bars to force his opposite,
Or kill, or make him recreant on the plain,
The prize of valour and of love shall gain;
The vanquished party shall their claim release,
And the long jars conclude in lasting peace.
The charge be mine to adorn the chosen ground,
The theatre of war for champions so renowned;
And take the patron's place of either knight,
With eyes impartial to behold the fight;
And heaven of me so judge, as I shall judge aright.
If both are satisfied with this accord,
Swear, by the laws of knighthood, on my sword.""",2013-08-08 15:41:12 UTC,"""He blinds the wise, gives eyesight to the blind, / And moulds and stamps anew the lover's mind.""",2005-04-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10306,3957
"Then answer'd Job. This Sacred Truth I own,
That God has still unblemish'd Justice shown.
Nor can a Man his Innocence defend,
If with him God should in Debate contend.
What Reasonings e'er he offers in dispute,
Man of a thousand could not one Confute.
He's Wise in Heart, and guides all Nature's Ways,
And at a View the Universe surveys.
The Heart he searches with his piercing Eye,
And bubbling Thoughts does in their Spring descry.
Unfinish'd Notions in the Mind he sees,
And the rude Lines of half-drawn Images.
He views the Spark that first our Bosom fires,
And the first struggling of unborn Desires.
He from the Hills of Time looks down, to see
The boundless Vale of dark Futurity.
He sees all Ages from Duration's Deep
Come rolling on, and how they Order keep.
All things he sees in Time's Capacious Womb,
And turns the Annals o'er of Years to come.
He sees each Chance, and every future Turn,
And reads the Lives of Monarchs yet unborn.
He views Events that in their Causes lye,
And sees Effects in Nature's Energy.
He minds our Ways, and to his clearer Sight
Those Paths are crooked, which we thought were right.",2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC,"""Unfinish'd Notions in the Mind he sees, / And the rude Lines of half-drawn Images.""",2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""line"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10309,3963