theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""Thou restless fluctuating Deep, / Expressive of the human Mind, / In thy for ever varying Form, / My own inconstant Self I find.""",6966,"",Reading,18782,2011-06-23 16:53:22 UTC,2011-06-23 16:53:44 UTC,,Meta-metaphorical? -- The ocean is expressive of the mind. ,"WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON THE SEA-SHORE
Thou restless fluctuating Deep,
Expressive of the human Mind,
In thy for ever varying Form,
My own inconstant Self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful Waves,
In just Gradations to the Shore:
While on thy Brow, unclouded shines
The Regent of the midnight Hour.
Blest Emblem of that equal State,
Which I this Moment feel within:
Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls,
And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing Tide,
Their Light the trembling Moon-Beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's Image smiles,
And gayly brightens all my Heart.
But ah! this flatt'ring Scene of Peace,
By neither can be long possest,
When Eurus breaks thy transient Calm,
And rising Sorrows shake my Breast.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's Silver Ray
When Clouds opposing intervene:
And ev'ry Joy that Friendship gives
Shall fade beneath the Gloom of Spleen.
(pp. 38-9)",I've included the entire poem
"","""Blest Emblem of that equal State, / Which I this Moment feel within: / Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls, / And all is placid and serene.""",6966,"",Reading,18783,2011-06-23 16:55:27 UTC,2011-06-23 16:55:27 UTC,,Meta-metaphorical: emblem,"WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON THE SEA-SHORE
Thou restless fluctuating Deep,
Expressive of the human Mind,
In thy for ever varying Form,
My own inconstant Self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful Waves,
In just Gradations to the Shore:
While on thy Brow, unclouded shines
The Regent of the midnight Hour.
Blest Emblem of that equal State,
Which I this Moment feel within:
Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls,
And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing Tide,
Their Light the trembling Moon-Beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's Image smiles,
And gayly brightens all my Heart.
But ah! this flatt'ring Scene of Peace,
By neither can be long possest,
When Eurus breaks thy transient Calm,
And rising Sorrows shake my Breast.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's Silver Ray
When Clouds opposing intervene:
And ev'ry Joy that Friendship gives
Shall fade beneath the Gloom of Spleen.
(pp. 38-9)",I've included the entire poem
"","""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.""",6967,"",Reading,18784,2011-06-23 17:10:13 UTC,2011-06-23 17:10:13 UTC,,Another tempering metaphor... Music and Metal?,"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)",""
"","""Thus thro' each diff'rent Track my Thoughts pursue, / Thy lov'd Idea ever meets my View.""",6967,"",Reading,18785,2011-06-23 17:16:06 UTC,2011-06-23 17:16:23 UTC,,"","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)",""
"","""Reflect, before the fatal Ax / My threatned Doom has wrought: / Nor sacrifice to sensual Taste / The nobler Growth of Thought.""",6970,"",Reading,18790,2011-06-23 18:36:28 UTC,2011-06-23 18:37:08 UTC,,"Reminds me of Barbauld's ""Mouse's Petition."" Pleading on behalf of the inanimate...","In plaintive Notes, that tun'd to Woe
The sadly sighing Breeze,
A weeping Hamadryad mourn'd,
Her Fate-devoted Trees.
Ah! Stop thy sacrilegious Hand,
Nor violate the Shade,
Where Nature form'd a silent Haunt
For Contemplation's Aid.
Canst thou, the Son of Science, train'd
Where learned Isis flows,
Forget, that nurs'd in shelt'ring Groves
The Grecian Genius rose!
Beneath the Plantane's spreading Branch,
Immortal Plato taught:
And fair Lyceum form'd the Depth
Of Aristotle's Thought.
To Latian Groves reflect thy View,
And bless the Tuscan Gloom:
Where Eloquence deplor'd the Fate
Of Liberty and Rome.
Within the Beechen Shade retir'd,
From each inspiring Bough,
The Muses wove unfading Wreaths,
To circle Virgil's brow.
Reflect, before the fatal Ax
My threatned Doom has wrought:
Nor sacrifice to sensual Taste
The nobler Growth of Thought.
Not all the glowing Fruits, that blush
On India's sunny Coast,
Can recompense thee for the Worth
Of one Idea lost.
My shade a Produce may supply,
Unknown to solar Fire;
And what excludes Apollo's rays,
Shall harmonize his Lyre.
(pp. 40-1)",""
"","""In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice, / Attends each mental Pow'r.""",6973,Inhabitants,Reading,18798,2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,,"","The Midnight Moon serenely smiles,
O'er Nature's soft Repose;
No low'ring Cloud obscures the Sky,
No ruffling Tempest blows.
Now ev'ry Passion sinks to Rest,
The throbbing Heart lies still:
And varying Schemes of Life no more
Distract the lab'ring Will.
In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice,
Attends each mental Pow'r:
Come dear Emilia, and enjoy
Reflexion's fav'rite Hour.
(pp. 65-66)",""
"","""Vain is alike the Joy we seek, / And vain what we possess, / Unless harmonious Reason tunes / The Passions into Peace.""",6973,"",Reading,18799,2011-06-23 19:57:56 UTC,2011-06-23 19:57:56 UTC,,"","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)",""
"","""To temper'd Wishes, just Desires, / Is happiness confin'd, / And deaf to Folly's Call, attends / The Music of the mind.""",6973,"",Reading,18800,2011-06-23 19:59:02 UTC,2011-06-23 19:59:02 UTC,,"","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)",""
"","""Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace.""",6976,"",Reading,18803,2011-06-23 20:21:15 UTC,2011-06-23 20:21:15 UTC,,"","Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd,
And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas,
By his unerring guidance safely led,
Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace.
(p. 69)",""
"","""Ne’er did thy Voice assume a Master’s Pow’r, / Nor force Assent to what thy Precepts taught; / But bid my independent Spirit soar, / In all the Freedom of unfett’red Thought""",6977,Fetters,Reading,18804,2011-06-23 20:27:35 UTC,2011-06-23 20:28:04 UTC,,"","Whate’er the tuneful Muse, or pensive Sage
To Fancy warbled, or to Reason show’d,
To treasur’d Stores of each enlighten’d Age
My studious Search to thy Direction ow’d.
Ne’er did thy Voice assume a Master’s Pow’r,
Nor force Assent to what thy Precepts taught;
But bid my independent Spirit soar,
In all the Freedom of unfett’red Thought.
Nor e’er by blind Constraint amd servile Awe,
Compell’d to act cold external Part;
But fixt my Duties by that sacred Law,
That rules the secret Movements of the Heart.
(pp. 62-3)",""