text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind
The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind:
In vain with formal Laws we fence it round;
Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,
And to its own congenial Object flies,
Disdaining to be held with human Ties:
For tho' extorted Vows may oft controul
The Body, yet they cannot bind the Soul.
This certain Truth my tragic Tale displays;
Ye tender Parents, listen to my Lays;
Nor force your Children into Hymen's Chain,
For Titles, Honours, Dignities, or Gain:
Indulge them with a voluntary Choice,
As Love directs; for Love is Nature's Voice.
So shall they live secure from jealous Cares,
Divided Lodgings, and domestic Wars;
In mutual Bliss enjoy the married State,
Nor feel poor Isabel's unhappy Fate.",2011-05-26 18:21:12 UTC,"""In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind / The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind.""",2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-05-26,Fetters,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),12309,4677
"He saw, that Nature thro' her wide Command,
O'er all her Works diffus'd one equal Smile,
Nor kept the Bounties of her lavish Hand,
Confin'd to this or that peculiar Soil:
He knew, that vain was ev'ry Art, design'd
To check the Freedom of the humane Will;
That no Restraints could shackle up the Mind,
Which, self-determin'd, kept her Empire still:
And in th' extended Scene of humane Race,
As varied were the Thoughts, as various was the Face!",2011-05-26 21:10:03 UTC,"""He knew, that vain was ev'ry Art, design'd / To check the Freedom of the humane Will; / That Restraints could shackle up the Mind, / Which, self-determin'd, kept her Empire still.""",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,LXXVI,"",2011-05-26,Empire and Fetters,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12386,4696
"Not all the Chains that Tyrants use
Shall bind their Souls to Vice:
Faith, like a Conqu'ror, can produce
A thousand Victories.
(p. 113)
",2011-07-20 02:59:22 UTC,"""Not all the chains that tyrants use / Shall bind their souls to vice.""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-05-26,Fetters,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16130,6100
"POLITICIAN
Well has thy sovereign Wisdom, Royal Judge,
The Suit refus'd of these Pretenders vain,
And, by rejecting them, embolden'd Me.
For Valour, and Nobility and Wealth,
Though by their proud Possessors vaunted high,
Are but subordinate, the Slaves and Tools,
Not the Companions, and the Counsellors
Of Godlike Monarchy; whose awful Throne
By darksome Clouds envelop'd, far beyond
The Ken of vulgar Eyes, supported stands
On that deep-rooted Prop, the Craft of State,
Mysterious Policy.--Who best hath learn'd
Her wily Lessons, best deserves to share
The Honours, Counsels, and the Hearts of Kings.
By Him instructed, even the meanest Prince
Shall rise to envy'd Greatness, shall advance
His dreaded Pow'r above Restraint and Fear,
And all the Rules, that in fantastick Chains
Inferior Minds confine. Thus Milan's Dukes,
Thus Padoua's Lords above their Country's Laws
Have rais'd their Heads, and trampled to the Dust
The Pride of Freedom, that essays in vain
Their high, superior Genius to controul.
These were my Masters, mighty Prince; beneath
Their Rule, and in their Councils was I form'd
To know the false corrupted Heart of Man,
His every Weakness, every Vice, and thence
To tempt, or break his Passions to the Yoke:
To scorn the Publick as an empty Name,
And on the helpless Multitude impose
The Adamantine Bonds of Fraud and Force.
(pp. 40-1)",2011-07-20 16:16:32 UTC,"""By Him instructed, even the meanest Prince / Shall rise to envy'd Greatness, shall advance / His dreaded Pow'r above Restraint and Fear, / And all the Rules, that in fantastick Chains / Inferior Minds confine.""",2011-07-20 16:16:01 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chains"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18936,7022
"His weary Soul, from earthly Bondage freed,
Nor fled to Heav'n, where Some say Spirits fly;
Nor vanish'd into Air, as Others plead;
Nor chang'd into a Star adorn'd the Sky;
Nor sought direct (a solitary Shade!)
In Pluto's gloomy Realm, Eternal Rest:
But thro' Traduction, (as his Mother pray'd)
Pass'd instantaneous to his Brother's Breast.
His Brother, next in Order, that surviv'd,
In Whom He liv'd anew, of former Life depriv'd.",2012-01-08 23:45:09 UTC,"""His weary Soul, from earthly Bondage freed, / Nor fled to Heav'n, where Some say Spirits fly; / Nor vanish'd into Air, as Others plead; / Nor chang'd into a Star adorn'd the Sky; / Nor sought direct (a solitary Shade!) / In Pluto's gloomy Realm, Eternal Rest: / But thro' Traduction, (as his Mother pray'd) / Pass'd instantaneous to his Brother's Breast.""",2012-01-08 23:44:49 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19404,4696
"Where falls this censure? It o'erwhelms myself.
How was my heart incrusted by the world!
O how self-fetter'd was my grovelling soul!
How, like a worm, was I wrapt round and round
In silken thought, which reptile Fancy spun,
Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er
With soft conceit of endless comfort here,
Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies!
(ll. 155-162, p. 41 in CUP edition)",2013-06-05 19:43:19 UTC,"""O how self-fetter'd was my grovelling soul!""",2013-06-05 19:43:19 UTC,Night the First,"",,Fetters,"",Reading,20391,7399
"Where shall I find him? Angels! tell me where.
You know him: he is near you: point him out:
Shall I see glories beaming from his brow,
Or trace his footsteps by the rising flowers?
Your golden wings, now hovering o'er him, shed
Protection; now are waving in applause
To that blest Son of Foresight! Lord of Fate!
That awful Independent on To-morrow!
Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past;
Whose yesterdays look backward with a smile;
Nor, like the Parthian, wound him as they fly;
That common, but opprobrious lot! Past hours,
If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight,
If folly bounds our prospect by the grave,
All feeling of futurity benumb'd;
All god-like passion for eternals quench'd;
All relish of realities expired;
Renounced all correspondence with the skies;
Our freedom chain'd; quite wingless our desire;
In sense dark-prison'd all that ought to soar;
Prone to the centre; crawling in the dust;
Dismounted every great and glorious aim;
Embruted every faculty divine;
Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world:
The world, that gulf of souls, immortal souls,
Souls elevate, angelic, wing'd with fire
To reach the distant skies, and triumph there
On thrones, which shall not mourn their masters changed;
Though we from earth, ethereal they that fell.
Such veneration due, O man, to man.
(ll. 325-354, pp. 59-60 in CUP edition)",2013-06-05 21:06:51 UTC,"""Our freedom chain'd; quite wingless our desire; / In sense dark-prison'd all that ought to soar / Prone to the centre; crawling in the dust; / Dismounted every great and glorious aim; / Embruted every faculty divine; / Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world.""",2013-06-05 21:06:51 UTC,Night the Second,"",,Animals and Fetters and Rooms,"",Reading,20404,7400
"Take Phoebus to yourselves, ye basking bards!
Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain-head,
And reeling through the wilderness of joy;
Where Sense runs savage, broke from Reason's chain,
And sings false peace, till smother'd by the pall.
My fortune is unlike, unlike my song,
Unlike the deity my song invokes.
I to Day's soft-eyed sister pay my court,
( Endymion 's rival!) and her aid implore;
Now first implored in succour to the Muse.
(ll. 19-28, p. 73 in CUP edition)",2013-06-06 14:06:54 UTC,"""Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain-head, / And reeling through the wilderness of joy; / Where Sense runs savage, broke from Reason's chain, / And sings false peace, till smother'd by the pall.""",2013-06-06 14:06:54 UTC,Night the Third,"",,Fetters,"",Reading,20422,7401
"Bound, every heart! and every bosom, burn!
O what a scale of miracles is here!
Its lowest round high-planted on the skies:
Its towering summit lost beyond the thought
Of man or angel! O that I could climb
The wonderful ascent, with equal praise!
Praise! flow for ever, (if astonishment
Will give thee leave,) my praise! for ever flow;
Praise ardent, cordial, constant, to high Heaven
More fragrant than Arabia sacrificed,
And all her spicy mountains in a flame.
(ll. 333-343, p. 99 in CUP edition)",2013-06-06 15:22:56 UTC,"""Bound, every heart! and every bosom, burn!""",2013-06-06 15:22:56 UTC,Night the Fourth,"",,Fetters,"",Reading,20438,7402
"The fact notorious, nor obscure the cause.
We wear the chains of Pleasure and of Pride:
These share the man; and these distract him too;
Draw different ways, and clash in their commands.
Pride, like an eagle, builds among the stars;
But Pleasure, lark-like, nests upon the ground.
Joys shared by brute-creation Pride resents,
Pleasure embraces. Man would both enjoy,
And both at once: a point how hard to gain!
But what can't Wit, when stung by strong desire?
(ll. 15-24, p. 117 in CUP edition)",2013-06-10 19:16:06 UTC,"""We wear the chains of Pleasure and of Pride: / These share the man; and these distract him too; / Draw different ways, and clash in their commands.""",2013-06-10 19:15:50 UTC,Night the Fifth,"",,Fetters,"",Reading,20470,7407