work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4141,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""soul"" and ""impression""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss:
When turning backwards with inverted Eyes,
The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys,
The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace
And Image of the Godhead: no alloy
Of Flesh, its sprightly Beauties can destroy;
Nor Death nor Fate can snatch the lasting Joy.
Through ev'ry Limb the active Spirit flows;
Diffusing Life and Vigour as it goes,
But is it self unmixt, and free from Dross;
Reflected on its glitt'ring Form it views
All Nature's Works, with eager Steps persues
The Species as they fly, and subtly draws
From single Objects universal Laws:
Thus whilst great Jove the whirling Engine guides,
And o'er the Times and rolling Year presides:
Still, as he turns the rapid Wheels of Chance,
Himself immortal and unchang'd remains,
And when the empty Scene of Nature cloys,
Sinks in the Godhead, and himself enjoys.",,10658,•Crazy! Eye turned round in its socket.,"""Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace /
And Image of the Godhead.""",Eye,2013-06-26 17:25:06 UTC,""
4344,Mind and Body,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"O King supreme, and Father of the Night,
Monarch of Shades, and of resistless Might!
For whom our Looms are furnish'd, who dost give
All Things to perish, and again to live,
And, each distributing with awful Sway,
Dost Life with Death alternately repay:
For from the common Mass whate'er is bred
In Nature's Round, does from thy Gift proceed,
To thee returns; and when the measur'd Pause
Of rolling Years is run, by certain Laws,
The passing Minds their former Load sustain,
Are born, tho' loth, and sheath'd in Flesh again;
Seek not to break th' establish'd Bands of Peace
Which we have fix'd, thy impious Arms release,
Nor sound the Signal for thy Troops to move,
With Civil Rage, against the Gods above.
Why dost thou bring the Titans to the Light?
Petition Jove, and he will do thee Right;
A charming Bride thy longing Arms shall bless,
And, with her Beauties, crown thy Happiness.
(Cf. p. 6 in 1714 ed.)",,11379,"","""The passing Minds their former Load sustain, / Are born, tho' loth, and sheath'd in Flesh again.""","",2013-10-10 20:37:28 UTC,""
4382,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis hard, he cries, to bring to sudden sight
Ideas that have wing'd their distant flight:
Rare on the mind those images are trac'd,
Whose footsteps twenty winters have defac'd:
But what I can, receive.--In ample mode,
A robe of military purple flow'd
O'er all his frame: illustrious on his breast,
The double-clasping gold the King confest.
In the rich woof a hound Mosaic drawn
Bore on full stretch, and seiz'd a dappl'd fawn:
Deep in the neck his fangs indent their hold;
They pant, and struggle in the moving gold.
Fine as a filmy web beneath it shon
A vest, that dazzl'd like a cloudless sun:
The female train who round him throng'd to gaze,
In silent wonder sigh'd unwilling praise.
A sabre, when the warrior press'd to part,
I gave, enamel'd with Vulcanian art:
A mantle purple-ting'd, and radiant vest,
Dimension'd equal to his size, exprest
Affection grateful to my honour'd guest.
A fav'rite herald in his train I knew,
His visage solemn sad, of sable hue:
Short woolly curls o'erfleec'd his bending head,
O'er which a promontory-shoulder spread:
Eurybates! in whose large soul alone
Ulysses view'd an image of his own.
",2012-01-28,11538,•REVISIT. How should footsteps be categorized?
•Cross-reference: Footsteps in Locke too. (Think some more about footprints in the mind and the footprint on Defoe's island!),"""Rare on the mind those images are trac'd, / Whose footsteps twenty winters have defac'd.""","",2012-01-28 18:13:52 UTC,""
4640,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP,2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"V.
My Saviour, Thou thy Love to me
In Want, in Pain, in Shame, hast show'd;
For me on the accursed Tree
Thou pouredst forth thy guiltless Blood:
Thy Wounds upon my Heart impress,
Nor ought shall the lov'd Stamp efface.
(p. 157)",2014-02-09,12219,VARIANT: aught/ought. Corr. in HDIS edition? ,"""Thy wounds upon my heart impress, / Nor [a]ught shall the loved stamp efface""",Impression,2014-02-09 19:15:13 UTC,""