work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5491,"","Searching ""judge"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus did I sing, and thus did I intend;
But cool Reflection prov'd a timely friend!
For since, my Lord, at Reason's awful bar
You plac'd Devonia's Duchess, 'mid the war
Of jarring tongues; since Satire's two-edg'd sword,
That smites alike the Peasant and the Lord,
By Genius whetted, threats its angry blow;
--I tremble at the vengeance of the Foe--
While my starv'd Muse from your lorn Heath retires:
To her own chearful, animating fires;
Where Truth with fuel feeds the sober flame,
And Justice lights the blazing torch of Fame;
Where Satire forges the sharp-pointed dart,
That strikes its barb into the hardest heart;
And Virtue trims her lamp, whose ardent ray,
By Heaven imparted, never will decay.
There Reason did the wayward Truant own,
And for her idle wand'rings to atone,
Bade her to your unwise Appeal reply,
Made for the sake of tender Charity.
With pleasure I obey the dread command,
And now the Advocate of Reason stand.
'Tis she that does my honest strain prolong,
And turns my mirthful to a serious song.",2012-02-05,14701,"•This poem is a response to another: The Duchess of Devonshire's Cow. Reason's bar is an artifact of that other poem. A second footnote (to ""Appeal reply"") gives the following lines (from that other poem?):
Thou Great Judge, Reason check awhile that frown!
And you, th'impannel'd jury, call'd the Town,
Mark well the Fair, who now before you stands,
And dares to hope acquittal at your hands.","""For since, my Lord, at Reason's awful bar / You plac'd Devonia's Duchess, 'mid the war / Of jarring tongues; since Satire's two-edg'd sword, / That smites alike the Peasant and the Lord, / By Genius whetted, threats its angry blow; / --I tremble at the vengeance of the Foe-- / While my starv'd Muse from your lorn Heath retires.""",Court,2012-02-05 17:04:36 UTC,""
5512,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""soul;"" found again ""mind"" and ""chain""",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"L---.
And yet, methinks, some little share of praise
Would smooth the roughness of your rigid lays:
Nor are there wanting those who should receive
The fairest tribute that the Muse can give.
Is there no Peer, who, faithful to the cause
Of injur'd Britain, claims your just applause?
Is there no Senator, whose soul disdains
To bear about his mind the golden chains
Of base Corruption?--In these learned days,
Is there no Prelate who deserves your praise?
(pp. 37-8)",2011-05-26,14749,"","""Is there no Senator, whose soul disdains / To bear about his mind the golden chains / Of base Corruption?""",Fetters,2011-07-14 18:55:30 UTC,""
5512,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""reason""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"You cannot know, my Lord, who never stray
From Virtue's fair and ever open way,
The various arts of Vice;--you never trod
The dark mæanders of her foul abode;
Where the base Fiend, with daily toil, prepares
The bold temptations and the secret snares;
Where grinning Scandal frames the daily lie,
And cunning weaves the web of flattery:
The lie that Malice, with insidious arm,
Shoots from her well-strung bow at Virtue's name:
The gentle Flattery that watchful Art
Slides, unperceived, into the heedless heart.
There Falshood forms, for unexperienc'd Youth,
The subtle glass that o'er the brow of Truth
Throws frowns of angry aspect, and beguiles
Her own disgusting face with winning smiles.
There busy Spirits forge, with curious art,
The triple plates of brass, to guard the heart
From Reason's bold assault;--and the glad eye
Of Pride beholds the stubborn armory.
There hellish ministers with fatal care
From baneful drugs the potent juice prepare;
Whose dead'ning posset dulls the mental sense
Against the wholesome pains of Penitence.
Such are the arts I combat, such the foe,
At whose proud crest I aim the pointed blow.",,14750,•I've included twice: Body and Metal,"In ""the dark maeanders"" of Vice's ""foul abode ... busy Spirits forge, with curious art,/ The triple plates of brass, to guard the heart / From Reason's bold assault""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:49 UTC,""
5512,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"You cannot know, my Lord, who never stray
From Virtue's fair and ever open way,
The various arts of Vice;--you never trod
The dark mæanders of her foul abode;
Where the base Fiend, with daily toil, prepares
The bold temptations and the secret snares;
Where grinning Scandal frames the daily lie,
And cunning weaves the web of flattery:
The lie that Malice, with insidious arm,
Shoots from her well-strung bow at Virtue's name:
The gentle Flattery that watchful Art
Slides, unperceived, into the heedless heart.
There Falshood forms, for unexperienc'd Youth,
The subtle glass that o'er the brow of Truth
Throws frowns of angry aspect, and beguiles
Her own disgusting face with winning smiles.
There busy Spirits forge, with curious art,
The triple plates of brass, to guard the heart
From Reason's bold assault;--and the glad eye
Of Pride beholds the stubborn armory.
There hellish ministers with fatal care
From baneful drugs the potent juice prepare;
Whose dead'ning posset dulls the mental sense
Against the wholesome pains of Penitence.
Such are the arts I combat, such the foe,
At whose proud crest I aim the pointed blow.",,14752,"•Johnson defines ""posset"" as ""Milk curdled with wine or any acid""","In Vice's ""foul abode ... hellish ministers with fatal care / From baneful drugs the potent juice prepare; / Whose dead'ning posset dulls the mental sense
","",2009-09-14 19:41:49 UTC,""
5536,"","Searching ""mind"" and 'invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,"What tho' my sentence doom'd my King to bleed?[1]
Charles gave pretence to justify the deed:
Illegal taxes drain'd the murmuring land,
Indignant Senates heard his harsh command;
Prerogative advanced with dangerous stride,
And grasp'd dominion which the laws denied.
Resistance then was just.--But when the throne
Has fix'd the legal power like it's own,
Has ne'er infringed the rights of free debate,
Or rose despotic o'er a falling State;
How greater far thine art! how worthier praise!
With fostering breath the fainting flame to raise,
To govern crowds obedient to thy call,
And shake St. James's, as I shook Whitehall!
The iron is red hot, strike boldly now,
And tear the circle from the regal brow;
Pluck up each fence which guards the sacred tree,
And nip the bud of blooming Majesty:
Let no remorse invade thy purposed mind,
But to one standard level all mankind.
Fix'd in assurance, and with faction loud,
Inculcate maxims on the gaping crowd[2]
Let dire Court influence in each period roll,
'Till boding terrors rack the hearer's soul.
Swear, you alone your country can redeem,
And clothe with quaint device the glorious theme:
New-fangled modes of eloquence invent,
Where words supply the place of argument.
If wrong your premises, increase the cry
In just proportion to the falsity:
Let abstract propositions stun the ear,
Which strike at once, and free discussion fear;
And truths, self-evident, which stand aloof,
Abhor debate, and dread the touch of proof:
Then argue stoutly, every doubt remove,
And facts unproveable from Pamphlets prove.
Methinks I see Thee, rising in thy place,
Great Demagogue! Epitome of Grace!
Display thy stores of elegance and ease,
Till thrice three hems thy captive voice release:
Made vocal now, it sounds the fearful tale,
And runs thro' every note of faction's scale.
Like his, who erst, with love of glory warm,
Bellowed orations to the gathering storm,
Thy voice grows stronger from opposing sound,
While Order! Hear him! thro' the House resound:
There Gordon reprobates a Popish Court;
Here Luttrell weeps the loss of Milbourne Port;
Burke's Fury blows her horn, shakes Snowdon's base,[3]
And moves old Cader Edris from his place;
Barre and Pitt to swell the concert join,
And Bamber loudly calls his troops to dine;
Laughters, unheard till now, complete the brawl,[4]
Thy obligato voice surmounts them all!",,14805,•I've included the notes in the next entry. The second concerns Locke and Mr. Dunning. ,""" Let no remorse invade thy purposed mind, / But to one standard level all mankind.""",Empire,2009-09-14 19:41:58 UTC,""
5536,Lockean Philosophy; Innate Ideas,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,"1. [back] The Publisher is sensible it may appear inconsistent for Bradshaw to advise his pupil to tread in his steps, when the exigencies of the times differ so widely. But he trusts the Reader will consider, that consistency is by no means the characteristic of Patriots, either in their apprenticeship, or when they have set up for themselves: and that they will not scruple to acknowledge Don Quixote to have been a more thorough and redoubtable Knight Errant, than any of those whose examples he followed; as they were contented to love the mistress, or engage the giant, which fortune threw in their way; while he, who might have lived comfortably at home, chose to go out of his way, create a mistress for himself, and turn a windmill into a giant, that he might enjoy the satisfaction of knocking him on the head. It might not be improper for our modern Don Quixotes and their Squires to recollect, that he sometimes met with a cudgelling, and that Sancho was not the only Squire who may be tossed in a blanket.
2. [back] Maxims are a kind of propositions, which have passed for principles of science; and which, being self-evident, have been by some supposed innate. Mr. Locke ventured to expel them from his philosophy, asserting, that disquisition and proof were the test of truth; and that whatever would not stand their touch, must be considered as base metal. Mr. Dunning reprobates this doctrine, and roundly asserts in his late famous speech, ""That the facts he advanced were incontestible propositions of an abstract nature, which could not be discussed, truths self-evident, which it would be absurd to attempt to prove.""
3. [back] The Publisher is conscious that the Serjeant's poetry is by no means so poetical as the Orator's prose. He wishes to do the latter all imaginable justice, and therefore takes the liberty of transplanting the beautiful flowers from the Orator's hot-bed into his own garden.--""Since the invasion of King Edward, and the massacre of the Bards, there never was such a tumult, and alarm, and uproar through the region of Prestatyn. Snowdon shook to its base; Cader Edris was loosened from its foundations. The fury of litigious war blew her horn on the mountains. The rocks poured down their goatherds, and the deep caverns vomited out their miners. Every thing above ground, and every thing under ground, was in arms."" Barbara, Celarent, Darii, Ferio, Baralipton!
4. [back] Some of the young Gentlemen of the House of Commons, who have had the good fortune to receive an University education, fortunately recollecting that definition of man, that he is animal risibile, have availed themselves of this noble faculty, to prove that they are of the human species, and to confound those arguments by laughter, which they could not confound by reason, to the very great edification of the lobby and galleries, and to the honour and satisfaction of their constituents.
",,14806,•Cross-reference: Lines these notes are affixed to preced this entry,"Locke expelled innate ideas by asserting that ""disquisition and proof were the test of truth; and that whatever would not stand their touch, must be considered as base metal.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:59 UTC,""
5620,"",HDIS,2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But let no slavish pomp your feasts restrain,
Beneath your gilded roofs let freedom reign,
Push round the glass, command th' enliv'ning bowl,
Let the gay juice unlock the secret soul;
Chase vain distinction; from your frizled hair
Pluck the Tiara chance has planted there,
Forget thyself,--to aid the mystic plan,
Lay royalty aside and play the man;
Or if 'twould more enhance the general joy,
Let manhood rest awhile and,--play the boy!
'Twill well reward thy pains, for great's power
Of Bacchus gay intoxicated hour,
To tell the secret thoughts, and to impart
The hidden purpose of the cunning heart.
But would you know the passions that infest
With dead'ning influence the human breast,
Chase the gay scene, the ready dice command,
Let the box rattle in each eager hand.
Mix with the noisy tribe and mark by turns
How swelling hope within each bosom burns;
How, in a moment, forc'd by pale despair,
It quits the harrass'd throne it sought to share;
How, in the heart, by jarring tempests tost,
Truth, honour, reason, virtue all are lost.[1]
--Let not the frenzy fright thee; rather try
What venture waits upon the treach'rous die.
Who knows but, spite of every secret art,
Thy lucky throws may wring the gambler's heart.
But should'st thou lose, in fortune's fickle hour,
Mortgage the promises of future power.
Should clam'rous duns assail thy wearied gate,
And sorry tradesmen with impatience wait
Their ling'ring dues, 'till Hotham's eyes behold
Your coffers shining with replenish'd gold,
Withdraw your favours,--let the crew bemoan
The gilded plumes that made their traffic known:
Is it no honour that your name should grace
The splendid portals of the thankless race?
Or lends it not the privilege to cheat
The wealthy little ones who ape the great?
Grant then the favour, where your frequent name
May give the ponderous ledger half its fame.[2]
",,15043,"","The gay juice may ""unlock the secret soul""","",2009-09-14 19:42:37 UTC,""
5620,"",HDIS,2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But let no slavish pomp your feasts restrain,
Beneath your gilded roofs let freedom reign,
Push round the glass, command th' enliv'ning bowl,
Let the gay juice unlock the secret soul;
Chase vain distinction; from your frizled hair
Pluck the Tiara chance has planted there,
Forget thyself,--to aid the mystic plan,
Lay royalty aside and play the man;
Or if 'twould more enhance the general joy,
Let manhood rest awhile and,--play the boy!
'Twill well reward thy pains, for great's power
Of Bacchus gay intoxicated hour,
To tell the secret thoughts, and to impart
The hidden purpose of the cunning heart.
But would you know the passions that infest
With dead'ning influence the human breast,
Chase the gay scene, the ready dice command,
Let the box rattle in each eager hand.
Mix with the noisy tribe and mark by turns
How swelling hope within each bosom burns;
How, in a moment, forc'd by pale despair,
It quits the harrass'd throne it sought to share;
How, in the heart, by jarring tempests tost,
Truth, honour, reason, virtue all are lost.[1]
--Let not the frenzy fright thee; rather try
What venture waits upon the treach'rous die.
Who knows but, spite of every secret art,
Thy lucky throws may wring the gambler's heart.
But should'st thou lose, in fortune's fickle hour,
Mortgage the promises of future power.
Should clam'rous duns assail thy wearied gate,
And sorry tradesmen with impatience wait
Their ling'ring dues, 'till Hotham's eyes behold
Your coffers shining with replenish'd gold,
Withdraw your favours,--let the crew bemoan
The gilded plumes that made their traffic known:
Is it no honour that your name should grace
The splendid portals of the thankless race?
Or lends it not the privilege to cheat
The wealthy little ones who ape the great?
Grant then the favour, where your frequent name
May give the ponderous ledger half its fame.[2]
",,15044,"","In the heart, ""by jarring tempests tost, / Truth, honour, reason, virtue all are lost""","",2009-09-14 19:42:37 UTC,""
5620,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-15 00:00:00 UTC,"1. A most sensible memorial is to be found in the diary of Bobb Doddington, to prove what a sorry figure an heir apparent must ever make at the head of a party; it was written and presented to Frederic Prince of Wales, when he was engaged in the trouble, and felt all the inconvenience of such a situation. This volume, except the above memorial, does the writer so little honour as a man, that I cannot believe it to have been his design to have it published. I should rather think it was brought to light, to make certain impressions upon the mind of a certain person, whom a certain set of men have been doing their utmost to betray into his grandfather's errors.",,15068,"•Footnote to following lines:
'Tis wiser far to pass your present hours
In courtly palaces and ladies bowers,
In Cupid's lists to urge love's warm debate,
Than aid a factious uproar in the state.[1]","One may ""make certain impressions upon the mind of a certain person, whom a certain set of men have been doing their utmost to betray into his grandfather's errors.""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:42:41 UTC,""
5717,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"""These"" said the Muse, ""are subjects for thy song!
""Let themes like these thy manly strain prolong.
--""Does pining Merit in Oppression live?
""Give that protection which the Muse can give.
--""Does Patriot Virtue strive, but strive in vain,
""Its Country's dear-bought Freedom to maintain?
""Dare to support that long-deserted cause,
""And give, tho' Crowns oppose thee, give applause!
--""Is there a Man, who, from his earliest youth,
""Ne'er felt a sense of Honour or of Truth;
""Whose heart ne'er struggled with a wish for Fame,
""Whose cheek ne'er bore the blush of honest Shame;
""Vice his sole good, Himself his only end,
""The lurking Foe, the hypocritic Friend?
""If such an one there be, his bosom bare,--
""Show his black heart, and guide the Vultures there.
--""Should the vile Priest, for Lucre's filthy gain,
""Give up his Flock to join the courtly Train;
""Should he forsake the path his Saviour trod,
""And proudly turn his Back upon his God;
""Tho' Mitres crown him, break his golden Rest,
""And 'wake a troubled Conscience in his breast.
--""Does Beauty, swerving from its Maker's plan
""To be the Solace and the Joy of Man,
""Spurning at Fame and Honour's mild decree,
""Drink, with delight, the dregs of Infamy?
--""Does Man, so made to cherish, first betray,
""Then leave the Victim to the World a Prey?
""Let not thy Verse its angry scourge forbear,
""Nor veil the shameless Wanton's last despair.
--""Should frolic Youth, by mast'ring Passions led,
""In Folly's fair but treach'rous mazes tread,
""With cunning skill, and well-imagin'd care,
""Full in his view expose the lurking snare;
""And strive, by just degrees and friendly art,
""To 'wake the Virtue slumb'ring in his Heart.
--""Is there a Man, who, wealthy to no end,
""Ne'er knew the common wish to be a Friend,
""Whose callous Heart's to all Compassion steel'd?--
""Scourge him!--nor fear the wit of Chesterfield.
--""Do hireling Statesmen, in Corruption bold,
""Sell their poor Country as themselves are sold?
""With noble courage let thy Patriot Song
""Inflame a Nation to revenge its wrong.
--""Is there a Monarch, by mad Folly led,
""And under something worse than Folly bred;--
""Who would his People's sacred Rights betray,
""And longs to rule them with tyrannic Sway?--
""Exalt thy Strain, nor be the silly Thing
""That fears to speak of Justice to a King;--
""Deep in his Bosom plant the conscious Groan,--
""Nor spare a Vice,--tho' seated on a Throne.""--",,15246,•I've included twive: Callous and Steel,"""'Is there a Man, who, wealthy to no end, / 'Ne'er knew the common wish to be a Friend, / 'Whose callous Heart's to all Compassion steel'd?""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,""