work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4141,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Fair Italy the wand'ring Youth invites,
A Country plac'd beyond the Alpine Heights,
Extended far: two neighb'ring Seas divide,
And interposing break the adverse Tide:
Here Rome, once Mistress of the World, the Seat
Of Godlike Men, divinely fair and great,
Totters and droops: no Footstep now remains
Of her first State, but Superstition reigns;
Her Sons, unmindful of their noble Race,
And Latian Blood, degenerate and base,
Sink in soft Pleasure, and inglorious Ease;
Whilst with Surprize and Wonder thou survey'st
The sacred Ruins and prodigious Waft:
And read'st its State and Glory in its Fall,
Let the fam'd Annals to thy Mind recal
The vast Idea of its former Pow'r,
Think on the Scipio's and their high Deserts:
Think on the Fabii fam'd for peaceful Arts:
And let the first and noblest Theme of Fame,
Julius, a mighty and immortal Name,
In lovely Scenes his Godlike Acts renew,
And open all his Triumphs to thy View:
How with victorious Arms he bravely tam'd
The proud Iberian Race, for Valour fam'd,
The swarthy African, and haughty Gaul,
And Envy, fatal Foe! more fear'd than all,
From far Iulus Race the Hero came,
Of whom he took his Nature and his Name.
Great was his Courage, nor his Candour less,
Dreadful in War, and merciful in Peace.
Fair Italy some Beauties still can boast,
The small Remains of all her Grandeur lost:
Tho' various Realms and States the Land divide,
Yet still the Men retain their former Pride,
Hardy and stout, instructed how to deal
In subtle Arts can cringe and wheedle well,
Assuming various Shapes in all excel:
Smooth are their Tongues, for soft persuasion made,
Their Wisdom in a thousand Form display'd:
Large is their Soul, and capable to take
The first Impression's Gain or Pleasure make:
Whate'er they wish, they seldom wish in vain,
But still persue and labour to attain:
Trouble, and Toil, and Pain, they gladly bear,
And when they hope, 'tis seldom they despair:
Frugal and close, confin'd to narrow Bounds,
They manage Fortune and correct her Frowns;
The happy Genius of Augustus reign,
Sometimes revives, and charms the World again:
The Muse revisits her once tuneful Race,
And mighty Phoebus all the God displays.",,10661,"","""Large is their Soul, and capable to take / The first Impression's Gain or Pleasure make""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4141,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"But since the Vertues all, a lovely Train,
That raise the Soul, and beautifie the Man;
Depend upon the Judgment of the Mind,
Thence to the Will an easie Passage find,
And ripen into Action: Guard with Care
That bufie Part, from Clouds and Vapours clear,
With Art and Industry the Soul refine,
And let the Morn with all its Lustre in;
The Fates indeed obstruct the Noble Art:
The Search of Truths too long and Life too short:
Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day,
E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away;
The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun
The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:
In Darkness hid, it wanders far astray,
Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey,
And only range, where they direct the Way;
But tho' the Task be difficult and hard,
Despair not, Wisdom will the Toil reward:
The Globe with Objects fill'd, a vast Immense,
Breeds various Forms for Reason, and for Sense:
Seek not to know, or comprehend, the Whole,
But chuse the brightest Objects for the Soul.",,10665,"•I've included thrice: Fog and Mist, Dross, and Night and Day","""Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day, / E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away; / The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun / The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4141,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"But since the Vertues all, a lovely Train,
That raise the Soul, and beautifie the Man;
Depend upon the Judgment of the Mind,
Thence to the Will an easie Passage find,
And ripen into Action: Guard with Care
That bufie Part, from Clouds and Vapours clear,
With Art and Industry the Soul refine,
And let the Morn with all its Lustre in;
The Fates indeed obstruct the Noble Art:
The Search of Truths too long and Life too short:
Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day,
E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away;
The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun
The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:
In Darkness hid, it wanders far astray,
Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey,
And only range, where they direct the Way;
But tho' the Task be difficult and hard,
Despair not, Wisdom will the Toil reward:
The Globe with Objects fill'd, a vast Immense,
Breeds various Forms for Reason, and for Sense:
Seek not to know, or comprehend, the Whole,
But chuse the brightest Objects for the Soul.",,10668,"","The soul may become ""Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey, / And only range, where they direct the Way""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4143,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"However now to shew they were,
As Loyal as they say they are;
The Saints began with all their art,
To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court,
In such Addresses as might best
Open the Windows of their Breast,
That Sacred Majesty might see
Their Ancient Love and Loyalty;
And that they now ador'd their Prince,
Just as they us'd to do long since,
And were, unto our G****s Q****n,
The same as they had ever been;
Pointing most Loyally to those
They would have deem'd the Nations Foes,
Meaning the Church, least they themselves,
Should now be thought those wicked Elves;
Who by their Malice, Heat and Fury
Had rais'd up the Tempestous Flurry,
Which blew with such Precipitation,
Against the Sons of Moderation,
That many meetings met with harm,
And suffer'd greatly in the Storm;
Whilst those that rais'd the Wind so High,
Beheld the danger with an Eye
Of fear, unable to foresee,
What the strange Consequence might be;
Thus Conjurers of Common Weal,
who do with Restless Spirits deal;
In Spite of all their cunning may
Raise Devils that they cannot lay.",,10671,"","""The Saints began with all their art, / To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court, / In such Addresses as might best / Open the Windows of their Breast, / That Sacred Majesty might see / Their Ancient Love and Loyalty""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4335,Ruling Passion,"",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Hardships, like these, I own might prove too great
For feeble Woman to sustain their Weight.
Had any Mistress in your Heart a share,
I must confess I no Revenge should spare.
The patient'st Wife alive, could never, sure,
A Rival in her nuptial Bed endure:
Such humble Acquiescence would proclaim
A Woman's Folly, to her publick Shame,
And shew the Wretch ridiculously tame:
Or should you strike me in an angry Mood,
You may be sure I'd poys'n you, if I cou'd:
But Men, like you, of Breeding and of Birth,
Can ne'er so far degen'rate from your Worth.
Blows only pass 'twixt Porters and their Trulls,
Where brutish Rage, instead of Reason, rules,
Those of our Rank, altho' the Cause be great,
Should scorn to jar at such a scoundrel Rate.
All but these grand Abuses, as I live,
I could forget, nay, heartily forgive;
But Blows and Rivals are Affronts so evil,
They'd make an Angel of a Wife turn Devil",2011-08-30,11334,•I've included twice in Government: Rule of Passion and Rule of Reason,"""Blows only pass 'twixt Porters and their Trulls, / Where brutish Rage, instead of Reason, rules, / Those of our Rank, altho' the Cause be great, / Should scorn to jar at such a scoundrel Rate.""","",2011-08-30 14:39:25 UTC,Dialogue XVI
7815,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-02 19:59:17 UTC,"Reading is to the Mind, what Exercise is to the Body. As by the one, Health is preserved, strenthened and invigorated; by the other, Virtue (which is the Health of the Mind) is kept alive, cherished and confirmed. But as Exercise becomes tedious and painful when we make use of it only as the Means of Health, so Reading is apt to grow uneasy and burdensome, when we apply our selves to it only for our Improvement in Virtue. For this Reason, the Virtue which we gather from a Fable, or an Allegory, is like the Health we get by Hunting; as we are engaged in an agreeable Pursuit that draws us on with Pleasure, and makes us insensible of the Fatigues that accompany it.
(III, p. 159; cf. II, p. 331 in Bond ed.)",,23424,"","""Reading is to the Mind, what Exercise is to the Body.""","",2014-03-02 19:59:17 UTC,""
7816,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-02 20:02:04 UTC,"This, I know, is a very harsh Doctrine to Woman-kind, who are carried away with every Thing that is showy, and with what delights the Eye, more than any other Species of Living Creatures whatsoever. Were the Minds of the Sex laid open, we should find the chief Idea in one to be a Tippet, in another a Muff, in a Third a Fan, and in a Fourth a Fardingal. The Memory of an old Visiting-Lady is so filled with Gloves, Silks, and Ribands, that I can look upon it as nothing else but a Toy-shop. A Matron of my Acqaintance complaining of her Daughter's Vanity, was observing, that she had all of a sudden held up her Head higher than ordinary, and taken an Air that showed a secret Satisfaction in her self, mixed with a Scorn of others. I did not know, says my Friend, what to make of the Carriage of this Fantastical Girl, till I was informed by her elder Sister, that she had a Pair of striped Garters on. This odd Turn of Mind often makes the Sex unhappy, and disposes them to be struck with every Thing that makes a Show, however trifling and superficial.
(III, pp. 179-180)",,23425,Strangely sits on line between literal/figurative. I guess this is the way many desired commodities work: they complicate interiority. ,"""The Memory of an old Visiting-Lady is so filled with Gloves, Silks, and Ribands, that I can look upon it as nothing else but a Toy-shop.""",Rooms,2014-03-02 20:02:04 UTC,""
7817,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-02 20:07:16 UTC,"The Description of that pure and gentle Light which overflows these happy Regions, and cloaths the Spirits of these virtuous Persons, hath something in it of that Enthusiasm which this Author was accused of by his Enemies in the Church of Rome; but however it may look in Religion, it makes a very beautiful Figure in Poetry.
The Rays of the Sun, says he, are Darkness in Comparison with this Light, which rather deserves the Name of Glory, than that of Light. It pierces the thickest Bodies, in the same Manner as the Sun Beams pass through Chrystal: It strengthens the Sight instead of dazzling it; and nourishes in the most inward Recesses of the Mind, a perpetual Serenity that is not to be express'd. It enters and incorporates it self with the very Substance of the Soul: The Spirits of the Blessed feel it in all their Senses, and in all their Perceptions. It produces a certain Source of Peace and Joy that arises in them for ever, running through all the Faculties, and refreshing all the Desires of the Soul. External Pleasures and Delights, with all their Charms and Allurements, are regarded with the utmost Indifference and Neglect by these happy Spirits who have this great Principle of Pleasure within them, drawing the whole Mind to its self, calling off their Attention from the most delightful Objects, and giving them all the Transports of Inebriation, without the Confusion and the Folly of it.
(III, pp. 209-10; cf. II, )",,23426,Description of Elysium (talking about Fenelon),"""It [the light of Elysium] pierces the thickest Bodies, in the same Manner as the Sun Beams pass through Chrystal: It strengthens the Sight instead of dazzling it; and nourishes in the most inward Recesses of the Mind, a perpetual Serenity that is not to be express'd.""",Rooms,2014-03-02 20:07:16 UTC,""
7826,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-02 20:40:40 UTC,"It is indeed very unaccountable, that most of our British Youth should take such great Delight in these Nocturnal Expeditions. Your robust true-born Briton, that has not yet felt the Force of Flames and Darts, has a natural Inclination to break Windows; while those whose natural Ruggedness has been soothed and softened by gentle Passion, have as strong a Propensity to languish under them, especially if they have a Fidler behind them to utter their Complaints: For as the Custom prevails at present, there is scarce a young Man of any Fashion in a Corporation who does not make Love with the Town-Musick. The Waits often help him through his Courtship; and my Friend Mr. Banister has told me, he was proffered Five hundred Pounds by a young Fellow to play, but for one Winter under the Window of a Lady that was a great Fortune, but more cruel than ordinary. One would think they hoped to conquer their Mistresses Hearts as People tame Hawks and Eagles, by keeping them awake, or breaking their Sleep when they are fallen into it.
(IV, pp. 146-7; cf. III, p. 158 in Bond ed.)",,23435,"","""One would think they hoped to conquer their Mistresses Hearts as People tame Hawks and Eagles, by keeping them awake, or breaking their Sleep when they are fallen into it.""",Animals,2014-03-02 20:40:40 UTC,""
7827,"",Reading; found again in ECCO-TCP,2014-03-02 20:45:39 UTC,"My Friend's Talk made so odd an Impression upon my Mind, that soon after I was a-Bed I fell insensibly into a most unaccountable Resverie, that had neither Moral nor Design in it, and cannot be so properly called a Dream as a Delirium.
(IV, p. 261; cf. III, p. 269 in Bond ed.)",,23436,"","""My Friend's Talk made so odd an Impression upon my Mind, that soon after I was a-Bed I fell insensibly into a most unaccountable Resverie, that had neither Moral nor Design in it, and cannot be so properly called a Dream as a Delirium.""",Impressions,2014-03-02 20:46:10 UTC,""