updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2011-06-23 03:34:26 UTC,,"","","",18770,"Yet, if too soon this transient Pleasure fly,
A Charm more lasting shall the Loss supply:
While Harmony, with each attractive Grace,
Plays in the fair Proportions of her Face;
Where each soft Air, engaging and serene,
Beats Measure to the well-tun'd Mind within:
Alike her Singing and her Silence move,
Whose voice is Music, and whose Looks are Love.
(ll. 11-18, p. 9)",Reading,2011-06-23 03:34:26 UTC,6962,"""Yet, if too soon this transient Pleasure fly, / A Charm more lasting shall the Loss supply: / While Harmony, with each attractive Grace, / Plays in the fair Proportions of her Face; / Where each soft Air, engaging and serene, / Beats Measure to the well-tun'd Mind within.""",""
2011-06-23 17:10:13 UTC,,"",Another tempering metaphor... Music and Metal?,"",18784,"To calm Philosophy I next retire,
And seek the Joys her sacred Arts inspire,
Renounce the Frolics of unthinking Youth,
To court the more engaging Charms of Truth:
With Plato soar on Comtemplation's Wing,
And trace Perfection to th' eternal Spring:
Observe the vital Emanations flow,
That animate each fair Degree below:
Whence Order, Elegance, and Beauty move
Each finer sense, that tunes the Mind to Love;
Whence all that Harmony and Fire that join,
To form a Temper, and a Soul like thine.
Thus thro' each diff'rent Track my Thoughts pursue,
Thy lov'd Idea ever meets my View.
Of ev'ry Joy, of ev’ry wish a Part,
And rules each varying Motion of my Heart.
(ll. 33-47, p. 14)",Reading,2011-06-23 17:10:13 UTC,6967,"""Whence Order, Elegance, and Beauty move / Each finer sense, that tunes the Mind to Love; / Whence all that Harmony and Fire that join, / To form a Temper, and a Soul like thine.""",""
2011-06-23 17:38:55 UTC,,"","","",18788,"In what blest clime, beneath what fav'ring Skies,
Did thy fair Form, propitious Friendship rise?
With mystic Sense, the Poet's tuneful Tongue
*Urania's Birth in glitt'ring Fiction sung.
That Paphos first her smiling Presence own'd,
Which wide diffus'd it's happy Influence round,
With Hands united, and with Looks serene,
Th' attending Graces hail'd their new-born Queen;
The Zephyrs round her wav'd their purple Wing,
And shed the Fragrance of the breathing Spring;
The rosy Hours, advanc'd in silent Flight,
Led sparkling Youth, and ever new Delight.
Soft sigh the Winds, the Waters gently roll,
A purer Azure vests the lucid Pole,
All Nature welcom'd in the beauteous train,
Amd Heav'n and Earth smil'd conscious of the Scene.
But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung,
In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung:
The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow,
As warm consenting Tempers here below:
While one Attraction Mortal, Angel, binds,
Virtue, which forms the Unison of Minds:
Friendship her soft harmonious Touch affords,
And gently strikes the sympathetic Chords,
Th' agreeing Notes in social Measures roll,
And the sweet Concert flows from Soul to Soul.
(ll. 15-40, pp. 16-17)
*There were two VENUSES among the Ancients; one called PANDEMUS, to whom they attributed the Love of wild disorderly Pleasures; the other nam'd URANIA, the Patroness and Inspirer of Friendship, Knowledge, and Virtue.",Reading,2011-06-23 17:38:55 UTC,6969," Friendship her soft harmonious Touch affords, / And gently strikes the sympathetic Chords, / Th' agreeing Notes in social Measures roll, / And the sweet Concert flows from Soul to Soul.""",""
2011-06-23 17:51:17 UTC,,"","","",18789,"By Heav'n's enthusiastic Impulse taught
What shining Visions rose on Plato's Thought!
While by the Muses gently winding Flood*,
His searching Fancy trac'd the sov'reign Good!
The laurell'd Sisters touch'd the vocal Lyre,
And Wisdom's Goddess led their tuneful Choir.
Beneath the genial Plantane's spreading Shade,
How sweet the philosophic Music play'd!
Thro' all the Grove, along the flow'ry Shore
The charming Sounds responsive Echoes bore.
Here, from the Cares of vulgar Life refin'd,
Immortal Pleasures open'd on his Mind:
In gay Succession to his ravish'd Eyes
The animating Pow'rs of Beauty rise;
On ev'ry Object round, above, below,
Quick to the Sight her vivid Colours glow:
Yet, not to Matter's shadowy Forms confin'd,
The Fair and Good he sought remain'd behind:
'Till gradual rising thro' the boundless Whole,
He view'd the blooming Graces of the Soul;
Where, to the Beam of intellectual Day,
The genuine Charms of moral Beauty play:
With pleasing Force the strong Attractions move
Each finer Sense, and tune it into Love.
(ll. 41-64, pp. 17-18)
*ILYSUSUS, a River near ATHENS, dedicated to the Muses. On the Banks of this River, under a Plantane, Plato lays the Scene of his Dialogues on Love and Beauty.",Reading,2011-06-23 17:50:53 UTC,6969,"""Where, to the Beam of intellectual Day, / The genuine Charms of moral Beauty play: / With pleasing Force the strong Attractions move / Each finer Sense, and tune it into Love.""",""
2011-06-23 19:57:56 UTC,,"","","",18799,"Vain is alike the Joy we seek,
And vain what we possess,
Unless harmonious Reason tunes
The Passions into Peace.
To temper'd Wishes, just Desires,
Is happiness confin'd,
And deaf to Folly's Call, attends
The Music of the mind.
(p. 67)",Reading,2011-06-23 19:57:56 UTC,6973,"""Vain is alike the Joy we seek, / And vain what we possess, / Unless harmonious Reason tunes / The Passions into Peace.""",""
2011-06-23 19:59:02 UTC,,"","","",18800,"Vain is alike the Joy we seek,
And vain what we possess,
Unless harmonious Reason tunes
The Passions into Peace.
To temper'd Wishes, just Desires,
Is happiness confin'd,
And deaf to Folly's Call, attends
The Music of the mind.
(p. 67)",Reading,2011-06-23 19:59:02 UTC,6973,"""To temper'd Wishes, just Desires, / Is happiness confin'd, / And deaf to Folly's Call, attends / The Music of the mind.""",""
2011-06-23 20:44:32 UTC,,"","","",18807,"Not for themselves the toiling artists build,
Not for himself contrives the studious sage:
To distant views by mystic force compell'd,
All give the present to the future age.
Beneath the shelter of this reverend pile
The various schemes of busy care repose:
O'er the dark tombs, along each peopled isle,
The moon's pale beam a faint reflection throws.
Here Death his melancholy pomp displays,
And all his terrors strike on Fancy's eye:
To Fancy's ear each hollow gale conveys,
In chilling sounds, the last expiring sigh.
Mute is each Syren Passion's faithless song
Check'd and suspended by the solemn scene:
Mute the wild clamours of the giddy throng,
And only heard the ""still small voice"" within.
Ambition sick'ning views the laurel'd bust,
The weak reward for years of rival strife:
While Pleasure's garland withering in the dust,
Confutes the gayer hope of frolic life.
(p. 109)",Reading,2011-06-23 20:44:32 UTC,6979,"""Mute is each Syren Passion's faithless song / Check'd and suspended by the solemn scene: / Mute the wild clamours of the giddy throng, / And only heard the ""still small voice"" within.""",""