text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"We are a little Kingdom: But the Man
That chains his Rebel Will to Reasons Throne
Forms it a large one, ATWOOD, whilst his Mind
Makes Heaven its Council, from the Rolls above
Draws his own Statutes, and with Joy obeys.
(p. 147 in 1706 ed.)",2014-06-30 20:01:05 UTC,"""We are a little Kingdom; But the Man / That chains his Rebel Will to Reasons Throne, / Forms it a large one.""",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Throne and Fetters,"•Book II. Sacred to Vertue, Honour and Friendship
•INTEREST. This is a perfect little collection of government metaphors.
•I've included 3 times in Government: Kingdom, Throne, Chain
•Updated text to match 1727 edition in ECCO. 2011-05-26
•But am now discovering variant:
We are a little Kingdom; but the Man
That chains his Rebel Will to Reason's Throne,
Forms it a large one, whilst his Royal Mind
Makes Heaven its Council, from the Rolls above
Draws his own Statutes, and with Joy obeys.
(p. 188-9 [in 1727?])","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP, variants in later editions",10478,4045
"Thus ambition grasps
The empire of the soul: thus pale revenge
Unsheaths her murderous dagger; and the hands
Of lust and rapine, with unholy arts,
Watch to o'erturn the barrier of the laws
That keeps them from their prey: thus all the plagues
The wicked bear, or o'er the trembling scene
The tragic muse discloses, under shapes
Of honour, safety, pleasure, ease or pomp,
Stole first into the mind. Yet not by all
Those lying forms which fancy in the brain
Engenders, are the kindling passions driven,
To guilty deeds; nor reason bound in chains,
That vice alone may lord it: oft adorn'd
With solemn pageants, folly mounts the throne,
And plays her idiot-anticks, like a queen.
A thousand garbs she wears; a thousand ways
She wheels her giddy empire.
(p. 73-4, Bk. III, ll. 53-70)",2013-08-07 17:14:01 UTC,"""Yet not by all / Those lying forms which fancy in the brain / Engenders, are the kindling passions driven, / To guilty deeds; nor reason bound in chains, / That vice alone may lord it: oft adorn'd / With solemn pageants, folly mounts the throne, / And plays her idiot-anticks, like a queen. / A thousand garbs she wears; a thousand ways / She wheels her giddy empire.""",2003-10-23 00:00:00 UTC,Book III,"",2011-06-11,"",There was a duplicate: I deleted it (8/7/2013),HDIS (Poetry),14396,5366
"PROLOGUE
Like fam'd La Mancha's Knight, who Launce in hand,
Mounted his Steed to free th' enchanted Land,
Our Quixote Bard sets forth a Monster-taming,
Arm'd at all Points, to fight that Hydra-- Gaming
Aloft on Pegasus he waves his Pen,
And hurls Defiance at the Caitiff's Den.
The First on fancy'd Giants spent his Rage,
But This has more than Windmills to engage.
He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul,
Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul;
Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys,
Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.
To save our Land from this Magician's Charms,
And rescue Maids and Matrons from his Arms,
Our Knight Poetic comes--And Oh! ye Fair!
This black Enchanter's wicked Arts beware!
His subtle Poison dims the brightest Eyes,
And at his Touch, each Grace and Beauty dies.
Love, Gentleness and Joy to Rage give Way,
And the soft Dove becomes a Bird of Prey,
May this our bold Advent'rer break the Spell,
And drive the Dæmon to his native Hell.
(p. v)",2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,"""He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.""",2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,Prologue,"",,Fetters,"",LION,22660,4914