text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Bless'd be that Heart which felt a Father's care,
While warning Youth to shun Sin's fatal snare!
Bless'd be that Eye which dropp'd the friendly tear,
That sign'd each truth, and stamp'd the Soul sincere!
Bless'd be that Tongue whose broken pathos prov'd
How much was felt, and fear'd, and hop'd, and lov'd!
Thrice happy Youth! would they those truths attend,
That mark'd Thee Pastor--Parent--Guardian--Friend!
'Twas god-like Love that urg'd thy pious plan,
Those Angel-sentiments, and tears of Man!
Like Heav'n's wing'd fires thy warm affections flew,
And forc'd each eye to drop celestial dew,
While spreading kerchiefs caught the silent show'r,
And, like bright banners, prov'd thy conqu'ring pow'r--
All drooping heads, and streaming eyes, confess'd
The inward workings of each labouring breast;
Except a few fantastic Apes alone,
Whose heads were feather, and whose hearts were stone.",2009-09-14 19:45:08 UTC,""" Bless'd be that Eye which dropp'd the friendly tear, / That sign'd each truth, and stamp'd the Soul sincere!""",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""stamp"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15939,6000
"Innumerous beauties spread the space between,
Where every Art adorns the vivid scene;
All architectural cunning can supply,
To fence the frame, or fascinate the eye.
All Horticulture's compound pow'rs can yield,
Or Husbandry produce in fatten'd field;
Irriguous gardens, shades, and shrubberies bright,
For Leisure's lounge, or Luxury's delight.
Towns--hamlets--sumptuous domes, in prospect rise
And scarce a scrap of Earth neglected lies.
All fair and fertile by the plough, or spade--
With strengthening crops, or ornaments, array'd--
Where Usefulness and Beauty bless each part,
To cherish hope, and charm the eye and heart;
Except, O Epsom! thy uncultur'd wild,
By wisdom spurn'd--by Dissipation spoil'd!
In Nature's rugged garment rude, and waste!
By Toil unbroken, and unbless'd by Taste!
Where, Friends in semblance, Dupes and Swindlers, meet,
Caress each other, and each other cheat.
Vile mint of execrations, oaths, and lies,
That prove the Scoundrel, and provoke the Skies!
Mad chaos of Debauchery, Filth, and Fraud!
That none but Knaves approve, and Fools applaud.
Confusion--Uproar--Impudence--and Lust--
Bless'd Peace appal, and Decency disgust.
Where Justice staggers--Reason feels offence--
And Trick, and Trifling, banish Truth and Sense.
Where Folly all Reflection overturns--
Pure Conscience boggles--every Virtue burns--
All held, by Angels, or by Christians, dear,
Trod down by Phrenzy in her fierce career.
A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought
That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught.
Where Nature's noble Brute, caress'd before,
Is bath'd in floods of sweat, and streams of gore,
His strength and constitution soon destroy'd;
A sacrifice to Selfishness or Pride!
Erewhile so tender, so superbly, bred--
Like Peers' or Princes' offspring lodg'd and fed--
With separate Servant at his shrine to crouch;
To store his table--and to shake his couch--
Yet, after all, so nurtur'd, and so nurs'd,
Soon by Caprice and Persecution curs'd--
When, having long maintain'd exalted name,
And rais'd his Master's fortune, or his fame,
From battening board and kind Attention turn'd;
In rank degraded, and by Sportsmen spurn'd,
His short remains of life in misery spends,
And, friendless days, in ditch, or kennel, ends!",2009-09-14 19:45:08 UTC,"""A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought / That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught.""",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice: Stamping and Whirlpool,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15940,6001
"Rich views the northern scope of vision fill,
Harrow's fam'd height, and Stanmore's favour'd hill;
That fam'd for Learning, and for classic Lore,
This deck'd by Fortune, but by Merit more.
Friends, stretching far their Virtues, kind regard,
Beyond the interests of an injured Bard.
Not to a narrow circle so confin'd,
That Self excludes the rest of human-kind;
But hearts enlarg'd, which gladly would embrace,
And heal the wants and woes of all the Race.
Enjoying bliss while blessings they bestow,
The happiest use of pow'r and wealth below!
Friends that might furnish many a nobler lay,
Like gems about its crown their beams display,
Did some sublimer Muse appreciate Worth,
Above ungracious, groveling, worms of Earth--
Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside,
The grateful feelings of my Heart divide,
And, filling up my Soul's respective cells,
Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!
The Muse might here recite each honour'd Name,
And fill her tiny tube with feeble fame--
A few of all their kindnesses record,
And virtues rarely met in modern Lord;
Virtues which might adorn a princely page,
And shame the monsters of this iron Age--
But, gentle Lock! their modest Minds, like thine,
In panegyric page ne'er wish to shine,
While prompting still, their self-denying Sense
Deems fame oppressive, and all praise offence.",2009-09-14 19:45:14 UTC,"""Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside, / The grateful feelings of my Heart divide, / And, filling up my Soul's respective cells, / Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Rooms,•I've included twice: Cells and Mansion
,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""heart"" and ""cell""; and again ""soul""",15953,6001
"Who, then, can countenance the stale pretence,
False Infidels propound for sterling Sense,
That happiness is Virtue's portion here,
Nor hope a happier clime, or calmer sphere.
They court their Pupils to the Pagan code,
To Nature's nudities, dim Reason's road;
Philosophy's and Fancy's rules to read,
To form their Conduct, and to fix their Creed.
From reasonings, oft disprov'd, false inference draw,
To prove their lov'd Hypothesis a Law;
A Code convenient youthful hearts to win,
To pamper Pride and Lust, and sanction Sin!
",2012-07-03 16:49:41 UTC,"""They [Infidels] court their Pupils to the Pagan code, / To Nature's nudities, dim Reason's road; / Philosophy's and Fancy's rules to read, / To form their Conduct, and to fix their Creed.""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-07-03,"","",HDIS (Poetry),16251,6163
"Would not these temporal Rulers, then, do right
To keep the traits of His blest Image bright?
His Precepts practice--furious Vengeance fear--
While plac'd on Thrones, probationary, here?
Till, He, in Glory, grace the Earth, agen,
To rule and reign o'er all the Sons of Men--
When His pure, perfect, Kingdom will begin,
By chaining Satan, and by chasing Sin;
While swaying in the Souls, and Hearts, of all,
Till earthly Thrones, Crowns, Sceptres, Kingdoms, fall!
",2009-09-14 19:46:10 UTC,"In ""His pure, perfect Kingdom"" God may sway ""in the Souls, and Hearts, of all""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,16252,6163
"How then should matron Mind, with filial fear,
Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there!
To kill each procreant male, and thence expel
All, claiming cursed origin from Hell;
Or strength obtain to strangle, ere their birth,
Proud rebel progenies, allied to Earth;
Yet nurse, and nurture, all the sacred Seed,
While banishing the base Egyptian breed;
Training, or stifling, each ideal Child,
Nor, idly, let a savage Race run wild--
Like Hebrew midwives, with obstetric hand
Preserving every birth of Israel's band,
Not fearing any Pharaoh's wicked Will,
One offspring of that promis'd Seed to kill--
Or, Moses-like, when such opponents strive,
Destroy the Foe to save the Friend alive--
Make mocking Ishmael's from the house depart,
But cherish Isaac's both in head and heart.",2009-09-14 19:46:11 UTC,"""How then should matron Mind, with filial fear, / Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•INTEREST. REVISIT. On the engendering of ""ideal"" Children
•I've include thrice: Body and Population and Judge",HDIS,16253,6163
"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",2009-09-14 19:46:11 UTC,"One may try ""Conjecture's trackless region round, / To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found-- / What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace, / Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",I've included twice: Landscape and Hunting,HDIS,16256,6163
"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",2009-09-14 19:46:12 UTC,"Imagination may see shapes that ""stir the poison in her heart of Spleen""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,16258,6163
"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",2010-03-24 00:02:42 UTC,"""What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold / Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,16259,6163
"But, as his frame, and mental forces, grew,
Crispinus more than corporal cravings knew;
Cravings more keen--less subject to controul--
The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!
Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth,
Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth.
The Glutton, fill'd, fond gust no longer feels,
But conquers all his cravings midst his meals;
For Mind, far more voracious, reads, and reads,
Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds.
The Drunkard, with indulgence, quickly cloy'd,
Soon sets his beverage, so belov'd, aside;
But Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks,
And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks.
The Body, when from cold well-cover'd o'er,
Secure from present misery, seeks no more--
Ev'n fleshly Lust, its fuel promptly spent,
Requires a truce and feels, a time, content--
Fruition soon puts out its fiercest fires,
And quickly deadens all its keen desires--
But Spirit's pure pursuits are never null,
Tho' Haram's furnish'd, and tho' Wardrobe's full--
Tho' cellar--larder--table's, well supplied
The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied--
Still, like the Miser, mid profusion pines,
Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!",2009-09-14 19:46:12 UTC,"One may feel ""The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""in HDIS (Poetry)",16260,6163