id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
8522,•C-H pulls from Poems (1933),"Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,,3264,"","",2009-09-14 19:33:37 UTC,"One may ""play to the eye with a mere monkey's art"" and leave ""to sense the conquest of the heart""","Woodward, endow'd with various tricks of face,
Great master in the science of grimace,
From Ireland ventures, favourite of the town
Lured by the pleasing prospect of renown;
A speaking Harlequin, made up of whim,
He twists, he twines, he tortures every limb,
Plays to the eye with a mere monkey's art,
And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart.
We laugh indeed, but, on reflection's birth,
We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth.
His walk of parts he fatally misplaced,
And inclination fondly took for taste;
Hence hath the town so often seen display'd
Beau in burlesque, high life in masquerade.
"
8689,"Was citing I, p. 61 in Poems?",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text replaced with that from ECCO-TCP.,Court,2006-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,,3402,"",Final Stanza,2014-06-30 15:14:30 UTC,"""WHAT the grave triflers on this busy scene, / When they make use of this word REASON, mean, / I know not; but, according to my plan, / 'TIS LORD-CHEIF-JUSTICE in the COURT OF MAN, / Equally form'd to rule in age and youth, / The Friend of Virtue and the Guide to Truth.""","WHAT the grave triflers on this busy scene,
When they make use of this word REASON, mean,
I know not; but, according to my plan,
'TIS LORD-CHEIF-JUSTICE in the COURT OF MAN,
Equally form'd to rule in age and youth,
The Friend of Virtue and the Guide to Truth.
To HER I bow, whose sacred power I feel;
To HER decision make my last appeal;
Condemn'd by HER, applauding worlds, in vain,
Should tempt me to resume the Pen again:
By HER absolv'd, my course I'll still pursue:
If REASON's for me, GOD is for me too.
(p. 20)"
13766,•I've included twice: Chains and Yoke.,"Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Fetters,2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,2011-05-23,5095,"","",2011-05-26 18:44:38 UTC,"""Reason, collected in herself, disdains / The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains""","Go on, ye fools, who talk for talking's sake,
Without distinguishing, distinctions make;
Shine forth in native folly, native pride,
Make yourselves rules to all the world beside;
Reason, collected in herself, disdains
The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains;
Steady and true each circumstance she weighs,
Nor to bare words inglorious tribute pays.
Men of sense live exempt from vulgar awe,
And Reason to herself alone is law:
That freedom she enjoys with liberal mind,
Which she as freely grants to all mankind.
No idol-titled name her reverence stirs,
No hour she blindly to the rest prefers;
All are alike, if they're alike employ'd,
And all are good if virtuously enjoy'd"
13767,•INTEREST. Has a Kantian flavor. ,"Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""law""",Court,2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,,5095,"","",2014-04-28 17:53:31 UTC,"""And Reason to herself alone is law.""","Go on, ye fools, who talk for talking sake,
Without distinguishing distinctions make;
Shine forth in native folly, native pride,
Make yourselves rules to all the world beside;
Reason, collected in herself disdains
The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains,
Steady and true each circumstance she weighs,
Nor to bare words inglorious tribute pays.
Men of sense live exempt from vulgar awe,
And Reason to herself alone is law.
That freedom she enjoys with lib'ral mind
Which she as freely grants to all mankind.
No idol titled name her rev'rence stirs,
No hour she blindly to the rest prefers,
All are alike, if they're alike employ'd,
And all are good if virtuously enjoy'd.
(p. 3)"
13906,There was a duplicate entry: I deleted it.,"HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Throne,2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,2012-05-29,5175,"","",2012-05-29 14:01:53 UTC,"""By tyrants awed, who never find / The passage to their people's mind; / To whom the joy was never known / Of planting in the heart their throne.""","Swift through the regions of the sky,
Above the reach of human eye,
Onward she drove the furious blast,
And rapid as a whirlwind past,
O'er countries, once the seats of taste,
By time and ignorance laid waste;
O'er lands, where former ages saw
Reason and truth the only law;
Where arts and arms, and public love,
In generous emulation strove;
Where kings were proud of legal sway,
And subjects happy to obey,
Though now in slavery sunk, and broke
To superstition's galling yoke;
Of arts, of arms, no more they tell,
Or freedom, which with science fell:
By tyrants awed, who never find
The passage to their people's mind;
To whom the joy was never known
Of planting in the heart their throne;
Far from all prospect of relief,
Their hours in fruitless prayers and grief
For loss of blessings they employ
Which we unthankfully enjoy.
"
13908,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""fancy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Impressions,2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,,5175,"","",2012-05-29 14:20:08 UTC,"""Fancy steps in, and stamps that real, / Which, ipso facto, is ideal.""","When (to the spirit-stirring sound
Of trumpets, breathing courage round,
And fifes, well-mingled to restrain
And bring that courage down again;
Or to the melancholy knell
Of the dull, deep, and doleful bell,
Such as of late the good Saint Bride
Muffled, to mortify the pride
Of those, who, England quite forgot,
Paid their vile homage to the Scot,
Where Asgill held the foremost place,
Whilst my Lord figured at a race)
Processions ('tis not worth debate
Whether they are of stage or state)
Move on, so very, very slow,
'Tis doubtful if they move or no;
When the performers all the while
Mechanically frown or smile,
Or, with a dull and stupid stare,
A vacancy of sense declare,
Or, with down-bending eye, seem wrought
Into a labyrinth of thought,
Where Reason wanders still in doubt,
And, once got in, cannot get out,
What cause sufficient can we find,
To satisfy a thinking mind
Why, duped by such vain farces, man
Descends to act on such a plan?
Why they, who hold themselves divine,
Can in such wretched follies join,
Strutting like peacocks, or like crows,
Themselves and Nature to expose?
What cause, but that (you'll understand
We have our remedy at hand,
That if perchance we start a doubt,
Ere it is fix'd, we wipe it out;
As surgeons, when they lop a limb,
Whether for profit, fame, or whim,
Or mere experiment to try,
Must always have a styptic by)
Fancy steps in, and stamps that real,
Which, ipso facto, is ideal."
13909,"","Searching ""seal"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Impressions,2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,,5175,"","",2012-05-29 13:57:53 UTC,"The senses should be distrusted ""till Reason sets her seal, / And, by long trains of consequences / Ensured, gives sanction to the senses."""," With these grave fops, who (bless their brains!)
Most cruel to themselves, take pains
For wretchedness, and would be thought
Much wiser than a wise man ought
For his own happiness, to be;
Who what they hear, and what they see,
And what they smell, and taste, and feel,
Distrust, till Reason sets her seal,
And, by long trains of consequences
Ensured, gives sanction to the senses;
Who would not, Heaven forbid it! waste
One hour in what the world calls Taste,
Nor fondly deign to laugh or cry,
Unless they know some reason why,--
With these grave fops, whose system seems
To give up certainty for dreams
The eye of man is understood
As for no other purpose good
Than as a door, through which, of course,
Their passage crowding objects force;
A downright usher, to admit
New-comers to the court of Wit:
(Good Gravity! forbear thy spleen,
When I say wit, I wisdom mean)
Where, (such the practice of the court,
Which legal precedents support)
Not one idea is allow'd
To pass unquestion'd in the crowd,
But ere it can obtain the grace
Of holding in the brain a place,
Before the chief in congregation
Must stand a strict examination."
13910,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Metal,2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,,5175,"","",2012-05-29 14:24:38 UTC,"""Vainly thy precepts are address'd / Where Virtue steels the steady breast.""","Hence, tempter, to some weaker soul,
Which fear and interest control;
Vainly thy precepts are address'd
Where Virtue steels the steady breast.
Through meanness wade to boasted power,
Through guilt repeated every hour;
What is thy gain, when all is done?
What mighty laurels hast thou won?
Dull crowds, to whom the heart's unknown,
Praise thee for virtues not thy own:
But will, at once man's scourge and friend,
Impartial Conscience too commend?
From her reproaches canst thou fly?
Canst thou with worlds her silence buy?
Believe it not--her stings shall find
A passage to thy coward mind:
There shall she fix her sharpest dart;
There shew thee truly, as thou art,
Unknown to those, by whom thou'rt prized,
Known to thyself, to be despised."
13911,"•USE in entry. Fantastic. I've included twice: Cell and Judge
• Reviewed 2009-03-30",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.,Court and Rooms,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,2012-05-29,5175,"",Book IV,2014-06-30 16:26:55 UTC,"""Within the brain's most secret cells, / A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells / Of sov'reign pow'r, whom One and All, / With common Voice, We REASON call.""","Within the brain's most secret cells,
A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells
Of sov'reign pow'r, whom One and All,
With common Voice, We REASON call;
Tho', for the purposes of Satire,
A name in Truth is no great Matter,
JEFFERIES or MANSFIELD, which You will,
It means a Lord Chief Justice still.
Here, so our great Projectors say,
The Senses all must homage pay,
Hither They all must tribute bring,
And prostrate fall before their King.
Whatever unto them is brought,
Is carry'd on the wings of Thought
Before his throne, where, in full state,
He on their merits holds debate,
Examines, Cross-examines, Weighs
Their right to censure or to praise;
Nor doth his equal voice depend
On narrow Views of foe and friend,
Nor can or flattery or force
Divert him from his steady course;
The Channel of Enquiry's clear,
No sham Examination's here.
(pp. 133-4; cf. pp. 156-7, ll. 125-148 in 1933 ed.)"
13913,•Churchill switches between senses of court. USE in entry.
•I've included twice: Court and Monarch,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.,Court and Inhabitants,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,,5175,"",Book IV,2014-06-30 16:29:13 UTC,"""The Senses all must homage pay; / Hither They all must tribute bring, / And prostrate fall before their King.""","Within the brain's most secret cells,
A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells
Of sov'reign pow'r, whom One and All,
With common Voice, We REASON call;
Tho', for the purposes of Satire,
A name in Truth is no great Matter,
JEFFERIES or MANSFIELD, which You will,
It means a Lord Chief Justice still.
Here, so our great Projectors say,
The Senses all must homage pay,
Hither They all must tribute bring,
And prostrate fall before their King.
Whatever unto them is brought,
Is carry'd on the wings of Thought
Before his throne, where, in full state,
He on their merits holds debate,
Examines, Cross-examines, Weighs
Their right to censure or to praise;
Nor doth his equal voice depend
On narrow Views of foe and friend,
Nor can or flattery or force
Divert him from his steady course;
The Channel of Enquiry's clear,
No sham Examination's here.
(pp. 133-4; cf. pp. 156-7, ll. 125-148 in 1933 ed.)"