updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2012-01-10 17:09:40 UTC,2011-05-26,"End of Book III
""Thou"" is God. Alfred performs after a banquet","•Rich passage. INTEREST. REVISIT. And see previous entries (this passage is actually previous to ""secret Soul's imperial Throne"" but after ""the wondrous Links"").
•I've included twice: Fetters and Avenue","",11348," Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes,
Of what Materials she her Pencil makes
By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause,
And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws.
The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see
In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury;
Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy,
And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye;
How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake,
While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take.
Thou know'st the downy Chains that softly bind
Our slumb'ring Sense, when waiting Objects find
No Avenue left open to the Mind.
Mean Time thou see'st how guideless Spirits play,
And mimick o'er in Dreams the busy Day,
With pleasant Scenes and Figures entertain,
Or with their monstrous Mixtures fright the Brain.
(pp. 99-100)",HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Thou know'st the downy Chains that softly bind / Our slumb'ring Sense, when waiting Objects find / No Avenue left open to the Mind.""",Fetters
2012-01-10 17:54:11 UTC,2012-01-10,Book VI,CITED IN ENTRY. Alfred visits King Barlan in Sicily (Messina): a description of the natives.,"",11350," Enormous Bacchanalian Pleasures, loose
Milesian Feasts and Luxury in Use
Among abandon'd Sibarites, were dear
To all the Natives sunk in Riot here,
As they to brutal Instincts had resign'd
Celestial Reason's Empire of the Mind.
Their Brows adorn'd with parti-colour'd Flow'rs,
They revel now in odorif'rous Bow'rs,
Now in the verdant Meadows sing and dance,
Or on the Stream in gilded Boats advance.
On endless Mirth and wild Excess intent,
Their Limbs unactive, and their Souls unbent,
Mindless, they all domestick Cares disband,
Forget to plant the Grove, or sow the Land:
Commerce and publick Business of the State
With like Reluctance they decline, and hate
Charges of Weight, and each important Task,
That Thought, Concern, and Application ask.
(pp. 191-2)","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry); Found again searching ""reason"" and ""empire"" (8/16/2004)",2004-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Enormous Bacchanalian Pleasures, loose / Milesian Feasts and Luxury in Use / Among abandon'd Sibarites, were dear / To all the Natives sunk in Riot here, / As they to brutal Instincts had resign'd / Celestial Reason's Empire of the Mind.""",Empire
2012-01-11 20:09:31 UTC,2012-01-11,"",•I've included twice: Empire and Throne,"",11356,"Oft I bespoke them thus--I ever saw
That Princely Virtues to Allegiance draw
More than Tribunals and coercive Law.
Justice, Indulgence, and a generous Hand,
Are the strong Guards that round a Monarch stand:
Princes are safe, while to their People dear;
Subjects are rul'd by Love, but Slaves by Fear,
Who all inviting Seasons watchful seize
To break their Yoke, and their gaul'd Shoulders ease.
Kings of the Empire of the Soul possest,
Who sit enthron'd secure in every Breast,
In Civil Strength, and Glory will encrease,
And triumph mid'st the Joys of lasting Peace:
While all in Arms with Ardour will defend
Their Country's Father, and their common Friend.
Not so the Kings, who thoughtless and supine
Revel in Empire, but the Toil decline;
Who love the Pow'r, but not the Cares of State,
Praise the Crown's Lustre, but detest its Weight.
","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Kings of the Empire of the Soul possest, / Who sit enthron'd secure in every Breast / In Civil Strength, and Glory will encrease, / And triumph mid'st the Joys of lasting Peace.""",Empire and Throne
2012-01-11 20:11:43 UTC,,"","","",11358,"In this high Station free from guileful Art,
Firm I decreed to act the Patriot's Part,
Tho' clear I saw that Conduct would create
The Churchman's Envy and the Statesman's Hate;
And knew, that few Religion did support,
While friendless Virtue mourn'd her Fate at Court:
That the proud Lallites, my immortal Foes,
And active Rivals would my Schemes oppose;
Dress endless Snares, and false Suggestions bring
To blast my Credit with the jealous King,
Whose Actions shew'd that now without Controul
Vice had usurp'd the Empire of his Soul;
That Heav'ns just Laws and Terrours he defy'd,
Nor on Divine, but his own Pow'r rely'd.
","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Vice had usurp'd the Empire of his Soul.""",Empire
2012-01-11 20:13:14 UTC,,"","","",11359,"Now did the Monarch, fierce Sedition's Fire
Subdu'd, to fair Parthenope retire,
Where he dismiss'd the Ministers of State
Who had incurr'd the People's general Hate.
Dora the Pontiff, who abus'd his Trust,
From his high Station was excluded first;
And all the novel Modes and Rites divine
Obtruded on the Nation with Design
To change Religion, by the ruling Priest
Who Pow'r ill us'd, the Sov'reign soon dismist.
While all condemn'd the Pontiff's barb'rous Course,
That would new Rites impose and Conscience force,
Justly; can Arms o'er Reason Conquests win,
And triumph o'er the awful Judge within?
Do bloody Troops in Casuistry excell?
Can Lictors able in Dispute dispell
The Clouds of Errour that involve the Mind,
And by enlight'ning Pains restore the Blind?
Can Scourges argue, or the Rack persuade?
Can Kings the Empire of the Soul invade?
No, Let them first draw Armies in Array
Along the Shore, and bid the Ocean stay
His rushing Tides, the driving Storm restrain,
And stop the rolling Sands on Libya's Plain;
That done, the Tyrant may to Conscience say
Rebel submit, and my Decrees obey.","Found again searching ""judge within"" HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""[C]an Arms o'er Reason Conquests win, / And triumph o'er the awful Judge within?""",Court
2009-09-14 19:35:49 UTC,,"","","",11360,"Now did the Monarch, fierce Sedition's Fire
Subdu'd, to fair Parthenope retire,
Where he dismiss'd the Ministers of State
Who had incurr'd the People's general Hate.
Dora the Pontiff, who abus'd his Trust,
From his high Station was excluded first;
And all the novel Modes and Rites divine
Obtruded on the Nation with Design
To change Religion, by the ruling Priest
Who Pow'r ill us'd, the Sov'reign soon dismist.
While all condemn'd the Pontiff's barb'rous Course,
That would new Rites impose and Conscience force,
Justly; can Arms o'er Reason Conquests win,
And triumph o'er the awful Judge within?
Do bloody Troops in Casuistry excell?
Can Lictors able in Dispute dispell
The Clouds of Errour that involve the Mind,
And by enlight'ning Pains restore the Blind?
Can Scourges argue, or the Rack persuade?
Can Kings the Empire of the Soul invade?
No, Let them first draw Armies in Array
Along the Shore, and bid the Ocean stay
His rushing Tides, the driving Storm restrain,
And stop the rolling Sands on Libya's Plain;
That done, the Tyrant may to Conscience say
Rebel submit, and my Decrees obey.",HDIS,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Can Lictors able in Dispute dispell / The Clouds of Errour that involve the Mind, within?""",""
2009-09-14 19:35:49 UTC,,"",•I've included twice: Empire and Invasion,"",11361,"Now did the Monarch, fierce Sedition's Fire
Subdu'd, to fair Parthenope retire,
Where he dismiss'd the Ministers of State
Who had incurr'd the People's general Hate.
Dora the Pontiff, who abus'd his Trust,
From his high Station was excluded first;
And all the novel Modes and Rites divine
Obtruded on the Nation with Design
To change Religion, by the ruling Priest
Who Pow'r ill us'd, the Sov'reign soon dismist.
While all condemn'd the Pontiff's barb'rous Course,
That would new Rites impose and Conscience force,
Justly; can Arms o'er Reason Conquests win,
And triumph o'er the awful Judge within?
Do bloody Troops in Casuistry excell?
Can Lictors able in Dispute dispell
The Clouds of Errour that involve the Mind,
And by enlight'ning Pains restore the Blind?
Can Scourges argue, or the Rack persuade?
Can Kings the Empire of the Soul invade?
No, Let them first draw Armies in Array
Along the Shore, and bid the Ocean stay
His rushing Tides, the driving Storm restrain,
And stop the rolling Sands on Libya's Plain;
That done, the Tyrant may to Conscience say
Rebel submit, and my Decrees obey.","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Can Kings the Empire of the Soul invade?""",""
2012-01-11 20:18:25 UTC,2012-01-11,"","","",11364,"Tho' now, 'tis true, the strong Temptation's Force
Suspends Religion, and diverts its Course;
Yet still the Pow'r that chiefly rules your Soul,
And will I trust your future Life controul,
Is heav'nly Virtue, which, tho' now opprest
It sleeps a while unactive in your Breast,
Will, rous'd and waken'd by a conscious Sting,
From its elastick self-recov'ring Spring
New Strength acquire, and re-instated gain
Its former Empire and o'er Passion reign.
","Searching ""empire"" and ""passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Tho' now, 'tis true, the strong Temptation's Force / Suspends Religion, and diverts its Course; / Yet still the Pow'r that chiefly rules your Soul, / And will I trust your future Life controul, / Is heav'nly Virtue, which, tho' now opprest / It sleeps a while unactive in your Breast, / Will, rous'd and waken'd by a conscious Sting, / From its elastick self-recov'ring Spring / New Strength acquire, and re-instated gain / Its former Empire and o'er Passion reign.""",Empire
2012-01-11 20:20:11 UTC,2012-01-11,"","","",11369,"Think how the Pontiff with paternal Care
Pray'd and advis'd you wisely to beware
Of Beauty's Charms, and Pleasure's fatal Snare.
Since you first yielded to Temptation's Force,
And then pursu'd your late voluptuous Course,
Is not a sensual Tincture thro' your Mind
Deeply diffus'd, by which 'tis now inclin'd
Not heav'nly, but terrestrial Bliss, to chuse,
Pursue low Pleasures, and sublime refuse!
While Plays, and Sports, and Banquets, you frequent
On soft Sicilia's Luxury intent,
Can you maintain your Intercourse above
By vig'rous Efforts of celestial Love
And lively Hope? Say, can you now adore
And praise the Pow'r supream, and as before
Taste gen'rous Pleasures and divine Delight?
Say, can your Mind to Heav'n direct her Flight
In ardent Anhelations? Can she rise
From these low Regions to possess the Skies,
And hold a sacred Correspondence there?
Does she not flag and hang in cloudy Air,
Or sordid cling to this dark Planet's Face,
And clasp Pollution with impure Embrace?
Does not the conscious Pow'r, the Judge within,
With Frowns and awful Menaces begin
To fill you with Remorse and secret Fear?
Can you before th' Almighty's Throne appear,
And his impartial Scrutiny abide,
Or from his searching Eye your Errour hide?
Besides, while you with Pleasure have been charm'd
Unvigilant and of your Guard disarm'd,
Albana not for moral Honour fam'd
Has by her Beauty's Charms your Heart inflam'd:
This secret is no more, Men speak it free,
Nor can you veil what all around you see.
",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Is not a sensual Tincture thro' your Mind / Deeply diffus'd, by which 'tis now inclin'd / Not heav'nly, but terrestrial Bliss, to chuse, / Pursue low Pleasures, and sublime refuse!""",""
2012-01-11 20:22:11 UTC,,"",•More flight metaphors may be found in the following lines. ,Flights of Fancy,11370,"Think how the Pontiff with paternal Care
Pray'd and advis'd you wisely to beware
Of Beauty's Charms, and Pleasure's fatal Snare.
Since you first yielded to Temptation's Force,
And then pursu'd your late voluptuous Course,
Is not a sensual Tincture thro' your Mind
Deeply diffus'd, by which 'tis now inclin'd
Not heav'nly, but terrestrial Bliss, to chuse,
Pursue low Pleasures, and sublime refuse!
While Plays, and Sports, and Banquets, you frequent
On soft Sicilia's Luxury intent,
Can you maintain your Intercourse above
By vig'rous Efforts of celestial Love
And lively Hope? Say, can you now adore
And praise the Pow'r supream, and as before
Taste gen'rous Pleasures and divine Delight?
Say, can your Mind to Heav'n direct her Flight
In ardent Anhelations? Can she rise
From these low Regions to possess the Skies,
And hold a sacred Correspondence there?
Does she not flag and hang in cloudy Air,
Or sordid cling to this dark Planet's Face,
And clasp Pollution with impure Embrace?
Does not the conscious Pow'r, the Judge within,
With Frowns and awful Menaces begin
To fill you with Remorse and secret Fear?
Can you before th' Almighty's Throne appear,
And his impartial Scrutiny abide,
Or from his searching Eye your Errour hide?
Besides, while you with Pleasure have been charm'd
Unvigilant and of your Guard disarm'd,
Albana not for moral Honour fam'd
Has by her Beauty's Charms your Heart inflam'd:
This secret is no more, Men speak it free,
Nor can you veil what all around you see.
",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,4339,"""Say, can your Mind to Heav'n direct her Flight / In ardent Anhelations?""",""