id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
11087,"","",2013-06-04,"""Darkness, like that in Central Caves beneath, / Like that, which spreads the lonesome Walks of Death, / Where never Ray one Inroad made, / The Rebels Mind did swift invade.""",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",4255," But when the great Apostate's Art
Seduc'd the wav'ring Creature's Heart,
Man from his happy Region fell
To the destructive Gulph of Death and Hell;
Now Guilt's infernal Gloom, and horrid Night,
O'erwhelm his Intellectual Sight,
And Clouds, with Vengeance stor'd, his trembling Soul affright.
Darkness, like that in Central Caves beneath,
Like that, which spreads the lonesome Walks of Death,
Where never Ray one Inroad made,
The Rebels Mind did swift invade.
The Light, which he enjoy'd, abus'd withdrew,
And back to Heav'n, its Parent, flew.
His Breast of this Celestial Guest bereft,
Became a Den of salvage Passions, left
Without a Keeper, loose and unconfin'd,
Which now no Guide directs, nor Precepts bind.",Stanza IX,2013-06-04 21:22:39 UTC
11739,Empire,"",,"""No light the darkness of that mind invades, / Where Chaos rules, enshrin'd in genuine Shades;""",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)","•Footnote gives ""Three Booksellers""
•I've included twice: Invasion and Darkness.
•Cross-reference: Pope's Dunciad",4458,"No light the darkness of that mind invades,
Where Chaos rules, enshrin'd in genuine Shades;
Where, in the Dungeon of the Soul inclos'd,
True Dulness nods, reclining and repos'd.
Sense, Grace, or Harmony, ne'er enter there,
Nor human Faith, nor Piety sincere;
A mid-night of the Spirits, Soul, and Head,
(Suspended all) as Thought it self lay dead.
Yet oft a mimic gleam of transient light
Breaks thro' this gloom, and then they think they write;
From Streets to Streets th'unnumber'd Pamphlets fly,
[1]Then tremble Warner, Brown, and Billingsly.
","",2009-09-14 19:36:12 UTC
14388,"","",2011-06-10,"""Sure the rising sun / O'er the cærulean convex of the sea, / With equal brightness and with equal warmth / Might rowl his fiery orb; nor yet the soul / Thus feel her frame expanded, and her powers / Exulting in the splendor she beholds; / Like a young conqueror moving through the pomp / Of some triumphal day.""",2009-09-14 19:40:46 UTC,HDIS (Poetry),"•There are other mini-figures hiding in this citation: the fabric of the mind and the fanned heart. The epic language (and the blank verse form) suits this simile.
• 2011-06-10: Is the note above for some other entry?",5366,"From the wise be far
Such gross unhallow'd pride; nor needs my song
Descend so low; but rather now unfold,
If human thought could reach, or words unfold,
By what mysterious fabric of the mind,
The deep-felt joys and harmony of sound
Result from airy motion; and from shape
The lovely phantoms of sublime and fair.
By what fine ties hath God connected things
When present in the mind, which in themselves
Have no connection? Sure the rising sun
O'er the cærulean convex of the sea,
With equal brightness and with equal warmth
Might rowl his fiery orb; nor yet the soul
Thus feel her frame expanded, and her powers
Exulting in the splendor she beholds;
Like a young conqueror moving through the pomp
Of some triumphal day. When join'd at eve,
Soft-murmuring streams and gales of gentlest breath
Melodious Philomela's wakeful strain
Attemper, could not man's discerning ear
Through all its tones the sympathy pursue;
Nor yet this breath divine of nameless joy
Steal through his veins and fan the awaken'd heart,
Mild as the breeze, yet rapturous as the song.
(p. 89-90, Bk. III, ll. 454-478)<
",Book III,2011-06-11 01:27:26 UTC