work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4692,Ruling Passion,"Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"The glad Assembly eccho'd their Consent,
And in the Multitude tumultuous went;
The Squire commands, the fair Provision looks,
And some the Butlers names, and some the Cooks:
While others round the wide Pavilions stray,
And all the Beauties of the Place survey;
At length the breakfast Bell is heard to sound,
The Cloath is spread, the social Bowl is crown'd!
A splendid Dinner next adorns the Board,
With all the Pomp of English Plenty stor'd;
Not the luxurious Whims of modern Date,
The Bane of Health, the Poison of the Great!
By whose Effects Nobility we trace,
The dwindling Product of a wanton Race;
But manly Food that hardy Warriors bred,
Who greatly triumph'd, or who nobly bled!
So well the Master had dispos'd the Feast,
The Company to part seem'd not in haste;
At Ev'n the sparkling Cup allur'd the Eye,
The Joke was rais'd--and rural Wit ran high.
Seven Days had Ceres chear'd the jolly Band!
Seven Nights had Bacchus wav'd his ruddy Brand!
As season'd with Delight the Moments flew,
And still the Entertainment seem'd as new.
Up in a little Turret lay the Knight,
Devoid of Service and consum'd with Spite!
Nor durst he say that ought he saw was wrong,
For Fear, his master Passion, ty'd his Tongue.
",,12382,"","""Nor durst he say that ought he saw was wrong, / For Fear, his master Passion, ty'd his Tongue.""","",2012-01-08 23:53:40 UTC,""
4694,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"""My love! nay rather my damnation thou,""
Said he: ""nor am I bound to keep my vow;
The fiend thy sire has sent thee from below,
Else how couldst thou my secret sorrows know?
Avaunt, old witch, for I renounce thy bed:
The queen may take the forfeit of my head,
Ere any of my race so foul a crone shall wed.""
Both heard, the judge pronounced against the knight;
So was he married in his own despite:
And all day after hid him as an owl,
Not able to sustain a sight so foul.
Perhaps the reader thinks I do him wrong,
To pass the marriage-feast, and nuptial song:
Mirth there was none, the man was à-la-mort,
And little courage had to make his court.
To bed they went, the bridegroom and the bride.
Was never such an ill-paired couple tied!
Restless he tossed, and tumbled to and fro,
And rolled, and wriggled further off, for woe.
The good old wife lay smiling by his side,
And caught him in her quivering arms, and cried,--
""When you my ravished predecessor saw,
You were not then become this man of straw;
Had you been such, you might have scaped the law.
Is this the custom of King Arthur's court?
Are all Round-table Knights of such a sort?
Remember I am she who saved your life,
Your loving, lawful, and complying wife:
Not thus you swore in your unhappy hour,
Nor I for this return employed my power.
In time of need I was your faithful friend;
Nor did I since, nor ever will offend.
Believe me, my loved lord, 'tis much unkind;
What fury has possessed your altered mind?
Thus on my wedding-night--without pretence--
Come turn this way, or tell me my offence.
If not your wife, let reason's rule persuade;
Name but my fault, amends shall soon be made.""
(ll.334-363)",2008-09-24,12384,•Appears Twice: Also in Dryden: See also entry under Dryden. ,"""If not your wife, let reason's rule persuade; / Name but my fault, amends shall soon be made.""","",2009-09-14 19:36:55 UTC,""
4696,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"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!",2011-05-26,12386,"","""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.""",Empire and Fetters,2011-05-26 21:10:03 UTC,LXXVI
4696,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"""Yet in my Weakness,--Virtue still I ey'd!
""Nor lost its native Purity my Heart!
""Love, tho' he fetter'd,--led me not aside,
""And Virgin Chastity maintain'd its Part;
""Tho' Choice inthron'd him in my conscious Breast.
""The best,--the dearest of his noble Kind,
""Lord of my Wishes, tho' he reign'd confest
""His Empire still was bounded by the Mind
""In me, unblemish'd Honour lent the Fire
""The mutual Flame to feed,--I thought should ne'er expire.",2012-01-07,12389,"","""Love, tho' he fetter'd,--led me not aside, / And Virgin Chastity maintain'd its Part; / Tho' Choice inthron'd him in my conscious Breast.""",Throne,2012-01-08 23:37:59 UTC,""
4696,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"""Yet in my Weakness,--Virtue still I ey'd!
""Nor lost its native Purity my Heart!
""Love, tho' he fetter'd,--led me not aside,
""And Virgin Chastity maintain'd its Part;
""Tho' Choice inthron'd him in my conscious Breast.
""The best,--the dearest of his noble Kind,
""Lord of my Wishes, tho' he reign'd confest
""His Empire still was bounded by the Mind
""In me, unblemish'd Honour lent the Fire
""The mutual Flame to feed,--I thought should ne'er expire.",2012-01-07,12390,"","""Lord of my Wishes, tho' he reign'd confest / His Empire was still bounded by the Mind / In me, unblemish'd Honour lent the Fire / The mutual Flame to feed,--I thought should ne'er expire.""",Empire,2012-01-08 23:42:01 UTC,""
4698,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Here, pleas'd with Privacy, and long Content,
Her Days the universal Charmer spent;
To Office apt, and each obliging Art,
She kindly stole the voluntary Heart;
Ador'd around, a mental Empire gain'd,
And still a Queen thro' ev'ry Bosom reign'd.
What winning Pow'r on Beauty's Charm attends
The Rude it softens, and the Bigot bends.
What Precept from Constantia's Lips can fail?
What Truth so musical, and not prevail?
Persuasive while she pleads, the Priest might learn,
The Deaf find Ears, and ev'n the Blind discern;
Soon thro' the House of gen'rous Offa spred,
Her pleasing Tongue its sacred Influence shed;
And all the cordial Proselytes of Grace,
The Christian Law, the Law of Love, embrace.
But ah, sweet Maid! how short is thy Repose!
Nor hope that here thy Scenes of Suff'ring close;
Heav'n speeds the Planet that o'erul'd thy Birth,
And hastes to make one Angel, ev'n on Earth.",,12392,•I've included twice in Government: Empire and Rule of Beauty
•Cross-reference: See also Henry Brooke's entry. ,"A charmer may gain ""a mental Empire"" ""And still a Queen thro' every bosom reign""","",2009-09-14 19:36:56 UTC,""
4754,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Wealth to acquire is most Men's sov'reign Care,
And then a Wife to bring that Wealth an Heir.
In Tracts of Waste th'improving Plowshare's seen,
And barren Heaths in fruitful Tilth are green.
Who's satisfy'd, however small his Store,
Should scorn to throw away a Wish for more.
No stately Equipage, no splendid Plate,
No sumptuous House, no Rent-roll of Estate,
E'er gave the fever'd Blood a Moment's Rest,
Or pluck'd one Thorn from out its Master's Breast.
Who thinks to know the use of Joy and Wealth,
Must first be well in Mind, and strong in Health.
Who lives in Fear, or longs with much for more,
Has just such Pleasure from his useless Store,
As Age-dim Eyes from Painting can receive,
Or Musick's Strains to Ears impostum'd give.
The tainted Cask sours all it does contain;
Shun Pleasures, ever bought too dear with Pain.
The Wretch that covets, always lives in Want,
Stint your Desire, Heav'n has no more to grant.
The envious fall to others Joy a Prey,
And as their Neighbours thrive, they pine away;
The Breasts that's Envy's Slave with Pains is prick'd
Beyond what fell Inquisitors inflict.
He who his rising Anger can't controul,
Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul,
Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone
What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne.
Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway,
Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey.
Keep strongly in the hot rebellious Mind,
Be it with Bits restrain'd, and Curbs confin'd.
The docile Horse in prime of Years is broke
To bear the Rein, or stretch beneath the Yoke.
The Whelp that hunts the Deer Skin round the Court,
Staunch loves the Field, nor ever quits the Sport.
Drink early then, my Friend, at Reason's Bowl,
And fill with wholesome Draughts thy youthful Soul.
If Wine or Gall the Recent Vessel stains,
Each Scent alike the faithful Cask retains.
(pp. 123, 125, 127)
",2013-06-10,12581,•Why didn't I find this while searching reason and throne? ,"""He who his rising Anger can't controul, / Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul, / Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone / What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne.""","",2013-06-11 02:08:16 UTC,""
4754,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Wealth to acquire is most Men's sov'reign Care,
And then a Wife to bring that Wealth an Heir.
In Tracts of Waste th'improving Plowshare's seen,
And barren Heaths in fruitful Tilth are green.
Who's satisfy'd, however small his Store,
Should scorn to throw away a Wish for more.
No stately Equipage, no splendid Plate,
No sumptuous House, no Rent-roll of Estate,
E'er gave the fever'd Blood a Moment's Rest,
Or pluck'd one Thorn from out its Master's Breast.
Who thinks to know the use of Joy and Wealth,
Must first be well in Mind, and strong in Health.
Who lives in Fear, or longs with much for more,
Has just such Pleasure from his useless Store,
As Age-dim Eyes from Painting can receive,
Or Musick's Strains to Ears impostum'd give.
The tainted Cask sours all it does contain;
Shun Pleasures, ever bought too dear with Pain.
The Wretch that covets, always lives in Want,
Stint your Desire, Heav'n has no more to grant.
The envious fall to others Joy a Prey,
And as their Neighbours thrive, they pine away;
The Breasts that's Envy's Slave with Pains is prick'd
Beyond what fell Inquisitors inflict.
He who his rising Anger can't controul,
Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul,
Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone
What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne.
Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway,
Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey.
Keep strongly in the hot rebellious Mind,
Be it with Bits restrain'd, and Curbs confin'd.
The docile Horse in prime of Years is broke
To bear the Rein, or stretch beneath the Yoke.
The Whelp that hunts the Deer Skin round the Court,
Staunch loves the Field, nor ever quits the Sport.
Drink early then, my Friend, at Reason's Bowl,
And fill with wholesome Draughts thy youthful Soul.
If Wine or Gall the Recent Vessel stains,
Each Scent alike the faithful Cask retains.
(pp. 123, 125, 127)",,12582,"","""Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway, / Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey""","",2013-06-11 02:09:53 UTC,""
7123,"",Searching in Google Books,2011-10-26 21:22:33 UTC,"There is undoubtedly, as the learned Bacon lays it down, a healthy Sympathy, as well as a morbid Infection (u); and as, in spight of all the Care and Caution we can take, we find it extremely hard to guard against, and to ward off the latter; so, by a Parity of Reason, it should seem, that of all the Methods contributing to Health, the former ought to prove most efficacious: That is to say, we think there is no Way hitherto laid down for preserving the Vigour of the Body, and thereby securing such a Supply of animal Spirits as may support the Dominion of the Soul in its full Extent and Activity, so feasible as this, which is suggested to be the Source of the Longevity and Healthfulness of Hermippus. For if insensible Perspiration be made through the Pores, so that there is a continual Steam transpiring from every Body, then it follows, that where an old Man is constantly attended by many young Women, his Body must be surrounded with an infinite Quantity of the perspirable Matter flowing from them, and if, on the other Hand, he not only perspires through the Pores, but also receives by them as has been already demonstrated, the finest and most spirituous Particles of other Bodies into his own; then it is very evident, that such an old Man must be, as I observed before, in such a Situation, as will enable him to draw the greatest possible Benefit from this most comfortable Medicine.
(pp. 57-8)",,19302,"","""That is to say, we think there is no Way hitherto laid down for preserving the Vigour of the Body, and thereby securing such a Supply of animal Spirits as may support the Dominion of the Soul in its full Extent and Activity, so feasible as this, which is suggested to be the Source of the Longevity and Healthfulness of Hermippus.""","",2011-10-26 21:22:56 UTC,""
7177,"",Reading in ECCO,2012-01-24 21:57:37 UTC,"But the wild passions, once broke loose, to check
Surpass'd his pow'r, or the slack'd reins recall.
The pilot, when th' outrageous tempest roars,
If once the helm he quite, in vain exhorts
His mariners the swelling sails to furl:
Vain all their art: precipitately drives
The wand'ring bark, as winds and waves command.
Or when a lofty mound with massy pride
Hath long withstood the lashing surge's rage;
At the first breach the torrent bursts it's way
With rapid fury impetuous, uncontroll'd.
Thus your deluded Chief, Heav'ns sacred awe
Subvertng, pav'd the fatal way to vice.
And where's the boasted liberty of man?
Chang'd are his lords indeed; and tyrant Lust
Usurps the just supremacy of Heav'n.
(p. 7)",,19531,"","""And where's the boasted liberty of man? / Chang'd are his lords indeed; and tyrant Lust / Usurps the just supremacy of Heav'n.""","",2012-01-24 21:57:37 UTC,""