text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"In borrow'd shape, no Vice thro' vizor seen,
Would mimic Virtue's godlike look and mien;
Or, with deception, of a darker shade,
Presume to purchase Heav'n by vain parade;
But let Religion act her honest part,
And clear each head of hypocritic Art,
While Heav'n's pure Word would prompt Affection win,
And purge the Soul from all polluting Sin;
Till, like a faithful mirror Man would shine,
By Wisdom polish'd, and by Grace, divine;
Reflecting that bless'd Pattern, plac'd above,
In perfect Peace--Goodwill--and holy Love!",2009-09-14 19:33:42 UTC,"""Heav'n's pure Word would prompt Affection win, / And purge the Soul from all polluting Sin; / Till, like a faithful mirror Man would shine, / By Wisdom polish'd, and by Grace, divine.""",2005-11-21 00:00:00 UTC,Love Letters to my Wife; Written in 1789,"",,"","","Searching ""soul"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8658,3380
"As God is, every where (in and of himself) the Fullness of all possible Beings and Beatitudes, he cannot create any thing independent or out of himself; they cannot be but by being both in him and by him. Could it be otherwise, could any Creature be wise, or powerful, or happy, in and of itself, what a poor and stinted Happiness must that have been; its Blessedness, in that Case, must have been limited, like its [Page 93] Being; and how infinitely, my Child, should we then have fallen short of that eternal Weight of Glory intended for us. But God has been graciously pleased to provide better things. If we humbly and desirously depend upon him, we become entitled to All that he has and that he is. He will enlighten our Darkness with his own Illumination; he will inform our Ignorance with his own Wisdom; his Omnipotence will become the Strength of our Weakness; He, himself, will be our Rectitude and Guide from all Error; He will purify our Pollution; put his own Robe on our Nakedness; enrich our Poverty with the Heart-felt Treasures of himself; and we shall be as so many Mirrors, wherein our divine Friend and Father shall delight to behold the express Image of his own Person, his own Perfections and Beatitudes represented for ever!
(pp. 92-3)",2013-08-22 16:56:42 UTC,"""And we shall be as so many Mirrors, wherein our divine Friend and Father shall delight to behold the express Image of his own Person, his own Perfections and Beatitudes represented for ever.""",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Vol. 4, Chap. 1","",,Mirror,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Prose)",14099,5214
"Relax'd from senatorial toil and care,
You lose no time, the wise have none to spare.
In chariot borne you speed the friendly tour,
Or friendly rapps assault your sounding door.
Or, steep'd in study, time unnotic'd flies;
Or friendship clips his wings with social joys.
What higher bliss can human life afford,
Than friendly converse round the festive board?
As gloomy ghost or spectre slinks away,
When mild Aurora's cheeks are flush'd with day,
So anxious care and melancholy flee,
Before the dawning rays of social glee;
The tranquil bosom feels its peace refin'd,
The strings of life in unison are join'd;
Sweet friendship in the heart confirms her throne,
Joy stamps each meaning feature for her own.
When, smit with love of virtue, you resort,
Where clad in beauty's charms she keeps her court;
Where plenty crowns the board with pleasing wealth,
And gen'rous bounty weds with sprightly health;
For plenty's handmaid, elegance, attends,
And watchful temp'rance guards the health of friends.
No mawkish adulation palls the taste,
Nor pickl'd Satyr sours the rich repast;
In streams of eloquence the periods glide,
While taste and virtue over speech preside:
Where sense and learning in conjunction sit,
And strong discretion bridles restive wit,
Where neither modest maid, or matron meek,
With words confront that stain the bashful cheek;
Nor holy zeal, nor contrite conscience, fear,
Licentious speech to shock the tender ear:
But gen'rous bosoms, more than gems of gold,
Rich funds of morals, knowledge, sense, unfold;
Transmitting each, to each, the rising store,
For wisdom's plants, while cropping, flourish more,
A magic circle! whose enchanted round,
Admits no fiend to tread the hallow'd ground;
In judgment's sunshine fancy's flow'rets bloom,
And innocence exalts their fresh perfume:
No weeds of envy choke the fertile soil,
In sleek dissimulation's fost'ring smile;
But virtuous reputation's blossom there,
Nor blights of scandal, or, detraction fear.
",2009-09-14 19:40:06 UTC,"""In judgment's sunshine fancy's flow'rets bloom, / And innocence exalts their fresh perfume: / No weeds of envy choke the fertile soil""",2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•I've included thrice: Light, Flowers, Weeds
",HDIS,14139,5248
"Then haste, beloved patron! quickly haste,
Nor lovely spring, nor life, will ever last.
Nor solitary come, but bring along,
The patroness of virtue and of song:
She, whose bright presence, dull December's day
Might metamorphose into sprightly May;
Whose virtuous manners, and whose polish'd mind,
May stand the test and mirror of mankind:
Where mortals may detect each vicious stain,
That spots the heart or taints th' ungovern'd brain;
And, closely scanning her, may clearly know,
How near perfection human virtues grow.
Her gentle soul's with richer treasure stor'd,
Than Indian mines, and sands, and woods afford.
Each art and science lodg'd in her fair breast,
With heav'n's bright caravan of virtues rest.
Her tuneful tongue with eloquence and ease,
The golden merchandize of thought conveys;
Brisk fancy wafts it with her sprightly gales,
While judgment ballasts all the swelling sails.
Thus form'd to give, and relish, social joys,
Time limps not idle, or ignobly flies,
Where she resides; but moves with chearful pace,
Conceals his glass, and smiles with youthful grace.
Her presence vice nor folly dare prophane,
But chaste delights confirm her friendly reign;
And dove-like innocence is ever by,
With artless mien, and heav'n-reflecting eye.
Thus once we saw her in this happy shade,
With ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace array'd;
And view'd her charms with such intense delight,
Each jealous wood-nymph sicken'd at the sight,
While, here beside these consecrated streams,
Your raptur'd fancy sung enchanting themes:
Each sister grace the magic notes obey'd,
And pac'd, with measur'd steps, the chequer'd shade;
While, warbling soft, the Heliconian choir,
To strains responsive wak'd the tuneful lyre.
Again, with you, oh! would she now appear,
With new delights we'd crown the rip'ning year;
Proclaiming while she treads the blissful scene,
All hail! bright summer's celebrated queen!
Our quiv'ring leaves in canopies should meet,
And painted flow'rs surround your passing feet,
Still pave your way, and still with dying breath,
Bequeath their richest sweets, and smile in death.
We'd purge the hot and rheumy blasts that blow,
And fan pure balmy airs to you below;
Implore propitious Jove with pray'rs and vows,
In aromatic fumes, from whisp'ring boughs,
To interpose his providential pow'r,
With health, and peace, to crown each gladsome hour,
With zeal more ardent than to calm the sky,
When tempests rage, or forky lightnings fly.
Then haste, beloved Patron! quickly haste,
Nor lovely Spring, nor life, will ever last.",2013-08-22 19:14:39 UTC,"""She, whose bright presence, dull December's day / Might metamorphose into sprightly May; / Whose virtuous manners, and whose polish'd mind, / May stand the test and mirror of mankind.""",2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Mirror,
,"Found again searching ""mind"" and ""mirror""",14164,5248
"Their hearts with intellectual terror struck,
And disbelieving what the World calls luck,
Where'er they look'd for help, from human aid,
Oblivion spread impenetrable shade--
All earth appear'd one universal blot--
By Friends forsaken, or by Friends forgot!
On every side they saw, with startled glance,
Their hopes withdraw and horrid fears advance!
Where'er Imagination's mirror turn'd
Despair's black figure in its focus burn'd;
Which, with a melting force, dissolv'd, like fire,
In their drear beasts, each object of desire,
Without one particle of pleasing light
To guide their way thro' gross remaining Night!
No golden gleam the landscape could illume
But all lay buried in Egyptian gloom!
No spark but Revelation's lucid beam;
Which points out views beyond vain Time's extreme;
And that pure Spirit's supernatural ray
Which leads Believers on to endless Day!",2014-05-13 17:22:49 UTC,"""Where'er Imagination's mirror turn'd / Despair's black figure in its focus burn'd.""",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Mirror,•INTEREST. A different sort of Mirror metaphor. Mirror as focuser of light. — USE IN ENTRY?,"Searching ""imagination"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16312,6163
"Eyes let in light, like lenses, to the Mind--
Shew turbid streams of thought, or rills refin'd--
Disclose the Soul's dark spots, and wrinkles, through--
What tends to benefit, and what undo--
And, as the fellow Spirit spies the stains,
Forbears to rivet on Affection's chains;
Still, judging by celestial Reason's laws;
From threatening dangers all desires withdraws:
As timid Snails their eyes and horns protrude,
To seek a Consort, or to feel for food,
And, when some adverse object hope repels,
Draw them both back, and shut them in their shells,
But when they trace, in slow, and cautious, course,
No strong obstruction, no repelling force,
Still, with strict wariness their path pursue,
For nourishment, and mates, to search, anew:
So prying Wisdom, with her piercing pow'r,
Observes where Virtues laugh, or Vices low'r,
What objects hurt, or happiness portend,
Whether they mark a Foe, or meet a Friend.",2009-09-14 19:46:31 UTC,"""Eyes let in light, like lenses, to the Mind--""",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16326,6163