work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3411,Race,"Searching ""heart"" and ""skin"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-12-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Sin, only sin, in me I find;
I cannot subject be
To Thy command; my carnal mind
Is enmity to Thee.
But Thou canst wash the leper clean,
The stone to flesh convert,
Canst make the Ethiop change his skin,
And purify my heart .
Then only, when by grace renew'd,
My will with Thine shall suit:
O make the tree of nature good,
And good shall be its fruit.",,8703,"","""But Thou canst wash the leper clean, / The stone to flesh convert, / Canst make the Ethiop change his skin, / And purify my heart .""","",2009-09-14 19:33:43 UTC,""
3330,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""skin"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-12-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Speak; and an holy thing and clean
Shall strangely be brought out of me;
My Ethiop soul shall change her skin;
Redeem'd from all iniquity,
I, even I, shall then proclaim
The wonders wrought by Jesu's name.",2012-04-29,8704,INTEREST. REVISIT. Race of soul.,"""My Ethiop soul shall change her skin; / Redeem'd from all iniquity.""","",2012-04-29 15:09:09 UTC,""
3890,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"How many Jilts, Cracks, Prostitutes and Whores
Their Sexes scandal, Natures common Shores,
Are there in Town (sad Wretches as they are)
Who once were very vertuous, young and Fair?
And who had vertuous been this very Hour,
Had it not been for Gold's Almighty Power.
Gold first their Blindfold Reason led astray,
(For who its Mighty Power can disobey?
Gold to forbidden Paths First brought them in,
And Gold alone informd 'em how to Sin",,10066,"","""Gold first their Blindfold Reason led astray""","",2009-09-14 19:34:41 UTC,""
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,""
4168,Taste,HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"All Learning to themselves the Church ingross'd,
The Layman's Right of Literature was lost:
God's Word they made peculiar to their Schools,
Learn'd were their Shepherds, but their Flocks were Fool
Who pray'd and paid, and without further thought,
Believ'd in gross whate'er the Pulpit taught.
All humane Sense to holy Craft gave place,
And Reason was a Slave to doubtful Grace.
So blind was Zeal, the People so unwise,
That in their transubstantiate Sacrifice,
They'd trust their erring Guides before their faithful Eyes,
Believe the Euch'rist to be Flesh indeed,
Which their own Senses prov'd to be but Bread.
Sure that Relig'on ne'er could be of Heav'n,
That robs us of that Knowledge God has giv'n.
If Reason must not judge of Faith's true light,
How came our Guides to know the wrong from right,
Or, how their rev'rend Heads distinguish plain,
Betwixt the Bible and the Alchoran.
I doubt, were they of Reason dispossest,
'Twould puzzle 'em to determine which was best.
Reason's the heav'nly Ray that lights the Soul,
And the Faith dark that does its Power controul.
Fools without Thought are in Opinion stiff,
But wise Men on sound Reason ground Belief:
How that they find what for the Soul is good,
As by their Smell and Taste they judge their Food;
For who but each Man's Reason ought to try
'Tis Faith, who must be sav'd or damn'd thereby.
But useful Reason was, alas! deny'd,
And Souls depended on their outward Guide.
Th'eternal Word implicitly they took,
And did not dare to soil the sacred Book;
But, hoping well, took all things on content,
And, to enrich their Priests, kept always Lent;
Gave Sums of value, each to his degree,
For worthless Baubles of Idolatry;
Increas'd their own great Miseries and Wants,
T'adorn with gay Attire their wooden Saints.
When the Church Puppits were t'appear in State,
No Robes could be too rich, no Cost too great;
Each Bigot club'd, that the unharnas'd Shrine,
For sainted Log, might be profusely fine.
The People largely gave, but Heaven knows,
The Priest play'd booty when he bought the Cloaths,
And could not for his Soul be so upright,
To do his Saints that Justice which he might.
New Tissue Mantles for the Waxwork Child,
New Clouts and Cradle, for the Old were soil'd.
For good St. Peter a Pontifick Dress,
And costly Net his Function to express,
Of Gold and Silver made, which shew too plain,
Those were the only Nets to fish for Men:
Yet tho' their Saints were all so nobly clad,
The saving Clergy this wise Conduct had,
To keep their wooden Gods thus fine and gay,
Like foundling Bastards, at the Parish Pay.
Ten thousand Fopp'ries more did they contrive,
To gull the Laity that the Church might thrive.
Indulgences for any Sins they sold,
None fear'd Damnation, lest they wanted Gold:
But rigid Penance was enjoin'd the Poor,
And all such Misers as conceal'd their Store:
For very strait and rugged was the way
To Heav'n, for him that could and would not pay:
This Text was greatly by the Priests admir'd,
Where much is given, much shall be requir'd;
Whose genuine sence they basely did confound,
And, to their Gain, the sacred Words expound.
Thus their poor Hearers craftily were won,
First to be Bigots, next to be undone.
The Catalogue of mouldy Saints, 'tis true,
And number of their Beads, the People knew;
Were also taught in a strange Tongue to pray,
And could their Ave and Pater say:
But the blind Suppliants understood no more,
The sacred Jargon that they mumbled o'er,
Than Sappho's Parrots, taught to cry aloud,
That Sappho was a great and mighty God.
(Cf. pp. 5-8 in 1705 ed.)",2009-04-15,10760,"","""[W]ise Men on sound Reason ground Belief: / How that they find what for the Soul is good, / As by their Smell and Taste they judge their Food; / For who but each Man's Reason ought to try / 'Tis Faith, who must be sav'd or damn'd thereby.""","",2013-11-03 03:40:22 UTC,""
4204,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Beneath; mishapen Chaos, and the Field
Of fighting Atoms, where hot, moist and dry,
Wage an eternal War with dismal Roar;
The dismal Roar breaks smoothly on the Ground,
Sacred to horror, and eternal Night:
Here Silence sits, whose visionary Shape
In Folds of wreathy mantling sinks obscure
And in dark Fumes reclines his drowsy head;
An Urn he holds, from whence a Lake proceeds,
Wide, flowing gently, smooth, and Lethe nam'd:
Hither compell'd, each Soul must drink long Draughts
Of those forgetful Streams, 'till Forms within,
And all the great Ideas fade and die:
For if vast Thoughts shou'd play about a Mind
Inclos'd in Flesh, and dregging cumbrous Life,
Fluttering and beating in the mournful Cage,
It soon wou'd break its Grates and wing away:
'Tis therefore my Decree, the Soul return
Naked from off this Beach and perfect Blank,
To visit the New World; and strait to feel
Itself, in crude consistence closely shut,
The dreadful Monument of just Revenge;
Immur'd by Heaven's own Hand, and plac'd erect
On fleeting Matter, all imprison'd round
With Walls of Clay; th' Æthereal Mould shall bear
The Chain of Members, deafen'd with an Ear,
Blinded by Eyes, and manacl'd in Hands.
Here Anger, vast Ambition, and Disdain,
And all the haughty Movements rise and fall,
As Storms of neighbouring Atoms tear the Soul;
And Hope, and Love, and all the calmer turns
Of easy Hours, in their gay gilded Shapes,
With sudden run, skin o'er deluded Minds,
As matter leads the Dance; but one Desire
Unsatisfied, shall marr ten thousand Joys.
(pp. 12-4, ll. 180-214)",,10903,•I've included twice: Naked and Blank,"The Soul returns ""Naked from off this Beach and perfect Blank, / To visit the New World""","",2009-09-14 19:35:22 UTC,""
4335,"",HDIS,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound,
In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd;
That Courtly Bauble, thin as airy Thought,
Most boasted on by those who have it not;
That Maggot that infects the giddy Brains
Of Cowards, Fools, rich Knaves, and Curtizans.",,11368,"•Honour is the ""empty Sound""","Honour is a ""Maggot that infects the giddy Brains / Of Cowards, Foold, rich Knaves, and Curtizans""","",2009-09-14 19:35:50 UTC,"Dialogue VII. Between an Officer at his Departure, and his affectionate Wife."
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,""
4752,Mind's Eye,"Searching ""mind"" and ""eye"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,"But! Oh! Thou Vision Beatific! Where
Shall we find Words thy Wonders to declare?
Impossible: This perfect, highest Good
Can never, 'till Enjoy'd, be Understood.
See the Invisible? No; not as Men
Each other see; but with Angelick Ken,
With the Mind's Eye. Ev'n to Corporeal Sight,
With Emanations of transcendent Light,
He who is God, as well as Man, shall shine;
His glorious Body darting Rays divine,
Thro' the immeasurable Space: As We
Like Stars of diff'rent Magnitudes shall be,
The radiant Sun to all Those Stars is He:
The Sun of Righteousness[1]--But This the least:
The Mind with God's bright Vision shall be blest.",,12600,"","""No; not as Men / Each other see; but with Angelick Ken, / With the Mind's Eye. Ev'n to Corporeal Sight, / With Emanations of transcendent Light, / He who is God, as well as Man, shall shine; / His glorious Body darting Rays divine""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:37:10 UTC,""
8210,"",Reading,2017-03-09 16:36:28 UTC,"Inquire, dispute, and all you can,
Say, what is Genius but the Soul of Man?
Beam of that Light which animates our Frame,
Alike in many, but in none the same.
'Tis with our Minds, as with our Bodies, none
In Essence differ, yet each knows his own.
Marks of specific Character we see,
That stamp on ev'ry Mortal, THIS IS HE.
Nor varies more our present outward Shape,
(This Man half-Angel, and the next half-Ape)
Than do the mental Pow'rs: What Odds we find
Between a --'s, and a Newton's Mind?
Ask you the Cause? First take it for a Rule,
Whate'er the Man, the Soul is not a Fool.
She came in due Perfection from the Skies,
And all Defect in grosser Body lies.
Body and Soul at best but ill agree,
'Tis Spirit wedded to Infirmity:
A disporportion'd Match, from whence proceeds
The Soul's Inaction thro' the Body's Needs.
This Truth once stated, and the Soul, 'tis plain,
Much on the filmy Texture of the Brain,
Much on Formations that escape our Eyes,
On nice Connections, and Coherencies,
And on corporeal Organs must depend,
For her own Function's Exercise, and End.
Hence then the Cause of all Defects is seen,
For one wrong Movement spoils the whole Machine.
'Tis hence the sev'ral Passions take their Rise,
The Seeds of Virtue, and the Roots of Vice;
Hence Notes peculiar or to Young, or Old,
Phlegmatic, sanguine, amorous, or cold!
And hence from Constitution, such or such,
Wit may take Modes, and Genius op'rate much.
The youthful Bard, a sprightly, sanguine Swain,
Like Ovid warbles in a Lovesick strain:
With weaker Passions, but with Sense more strong,
The melancholy Young pursues his Song.
Mixture of Humours motley Genius shews;
'Tis seen methinks in Hervey's dancing Prose.
Why wonder then to mark the Sons of Rhyme,
Gay, serious, turgid, easy, or sublime?
The Soul and Body closely thus allied,
Vile is the Folly, as the Sin of Pride;
And one great Truth the first of Men will sit,
That Nothing more precarious is than Wit.",,25051,"","""'Tis with our Minds, as with our Bodies, none / In Essence differ, yet each knows his own.""","",2017-03-09 16:36:28 UTC,""