text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold,
Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be,
More pure than seven times refined Gold,
Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie
They are. It is the purity of Love
Which best of all its constancy can prove.",2011-12-21 17:31:34 UTC,"""Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are.""",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"",Refinement,2011-12-21,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9388,3615
"Of Things in which Mankind does most excell,
Nature's chief Master-piece is writing well;
And of all sorts of Writing none there are
That can the least with Poetry compare;
No kind of work requires so nice a touch,
And if well done, there's nothing shines so much;
But Heav'n forbid we should be so prophane,
To grace the vulgar with that sacred name;
'Tis not a Flash of Fancy which sometimes
Dasling our Minds, sets off the slightest Rimes;
Bright as a blaze, but in a moment done;
True Wit is everlasting, like the Sun;
Which though sometimes beneath a cloud retir'd,
Breaks out again, and is by all admir'd.
Number, and Rime, and that harmonious sound,
Which never does the Ear with harshness wound,
Are necessary, yet but vulgar Arts,
For all in vain these superficial parts
Contribute to the structure of the whole
Without a Genius too, for that's the Soul;
A Spirit which inspires the work throughout,
As that of Nature moves this World about;
A heat that glows in every word that's writ,
That's something of Divine, and more than Wit;
It self unseen, yet all things by it shown,
Describing all men, but describ'd by none;
Where dost thou dwell? what caverns of the Brain
Can such a vast and mighty thing contain?
When I at idle hours in vain thy absence mourn,
O where dost thou retire? and why dost thou return,
Sometimes with powerful charms to hurry me away
From pleasures of the night, and business of the day?
Ev'n now too far transported I am fain
To check thy course, and use the needfull rein;
As all is dullness, when the Fancy's bad,
So without Judgment, Fancy is but mad;
And Judgment has a boundless influence;
Not upon words alone, or only sence,
But on the world, of manners, and of men,
Fancy is but the Feather of the Pen;
Reason is that substantial useful part,
Which gains the Head, while t'other wins the Heart.",2009-09-14 19:34:25 UTC,"""'Tis not a Flash of Fancy which sometimes / Dasling our Minds, sets off the slightest Rimes; / Bright as a blaze, but in a moment done; / True Wit is everlasting, like the Sun; / Which though sometimes beneath a cloud retir'd, / Breaks out again, and is by all admir'd.""",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice: Flash and Sun,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),9708,3766
"This Heart of mine, now wreck'd upon despair,
Was once as free and careless as the Air;
In th' early Morning of my tender years,
E're I was sensible of Hopes and Fears,
It floated in a Sea of Mirth and Ease,
And thought the World was only made to please;
No adverse Wind had ever stopp'd its Course,
Nor had it felt great Love's tempestuous Force,
(That Storm that swells the Tydes of Human Care,
And makes black Waves come rolling from afar,)
'Till too much Freedom made it grow secure,
As if the Sunshine always would endure;
And I, with haughty and disdainful Pride,
Mock'd the blind God, and all his Force defy'd.
At this enrag'd, the injur'd Deity
Chose out the best of his Artillery,
And in a blooming Virgin's Dove-like Eyes
He planted his Victorious Batteries;
(Phillis her Name, the best of Woman-kind,
Could Love have gain'd the Empire of her Mind)
These shot so furiously against my Heart,
That Nature's strength, tho' much improv'd by Art,
With Groans gave way to each resistless stroak,
As when the Thunder rends some sturdy Oak.
The wing'd Battalions from her lovely face
Flew to the Breach, and, rushing in apace,
Did quickly make her Mistress of the place.
",2018-06-18 15:32:17 UTC,"""This Heart of mine, now wreck'd upon despair, / Was once as free and careless as the Air; / In th' early Morning of my tender years, / E're I was sensible of Hopes and Fears, / It floated in a Sea of Mirth and Ease, / And thought the World was only made to please; / No adverse Wind had ever stopp'd its Course, / Nor had it felt great Love's tempestuous Force, / (That Storm that swells the Tydes of Human Care, / And makes black Waves come rolling from afar,) / 'Till too much Freedom made it grow secure, / As if the Sunshine always would endure; / And I, with haughty and disdainful Pride, / Mock'd the blind God, and all his Force defy'd.""",2004-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),9866,3834
"Such, Sir, is yours, that, uncontroul'd as Fate,
In the black bosom of o're-shading Night,
Can Sons of immortality create,
To dazle Envy with prevailing Light.
In vain they strive your glorious Lamp to hide
In that dark Lanthorn to all noble minds,
Which, through the smallest cranny is descry'd,
Whose force united no resistance finds.",2009-09-14 19:34:34 UTC,"""In vain they strive your glorious Lamp to hide / In that dark Lanthorn to all noble minds, / Which, through the smallest cranny is descry'd, / Whose force united no resistance finds""",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9914,3862
"GOD governs the World by several attributes and emanations from himself. The Nature of things is supported by his Power, the events of things are ordered by his Providence, and the actions of reasonable Creatures are governed by Laws,
and these Laws are put into a Man's soul or mind as into a
Treasury or Repository: some in his very nature, some by
after-actions, by education and positive sanction, by learning
and custome; so that it was well said of St. Bernard, Conscientia candor est lucis aeterne, & speculum sine macula Dei Majestatis, & imago bonitatis illius. Conscience is the brightness and splendor of the eternal light, a spotless mirror of the Divine Majesty, and the Image of the goodness of God. It is higher which Tatianus said of conscience, [GREEK], Conscience is God unto uswhich saying he had from Menander,
[Greek]
and it had in it this truth, that God, who is every where in several manners, hath the appellative of his own attributes and effects in the several manners of his presence.
Jupiter est quodcunque vides, quocunque moveris
(I.i.1, p. 1)",2010-01-11 22:36:46 UTC,"""Conscience is the brightness and splendor of the eternal light, a spotless mirror of the Divine Majesty, and the Image of the goodness of God.""",2010-01-11 22:36:46 UTC,"Book I, Chapter I, Rule I.","",,"","",Reading,17640,3617
"She lives by love and lumps in comers.
Every one that can lick a dish; as much as to say, every one simpliciter, tag-rag and bob-tail.
It's a lightening before death.
This is generally observed of sick persons, that a little before they die their pains leave them, and their understanding and memory return to them; as a candle just before it goes out gives a great blaze.
(p. 59)",2011-06-28 03:07:09 UTC,"""It's a lightening before death ... This is generally observed of sick persons, that a little before they die their pains leave them, and their understanding and memory return to them; as a candle just before it goes out gives a great blaze.""",2011-06-28 03:07:09 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in Google Books,18835,3326
"Chapter IX
[...] If a Horse Kick, or a Dog Bite, shall a Man Kick or Bite again? The one 'tis true is wholly void of Reason, but it is also an equivalent Darkness of Mind, that possesses the other. So long as we are among Men, let us cherish Humanity; and so live, that no Man may be either in Fear, or in Danger of us. Losses, Injuries, Reproaches, Calumnies, they are but short Inconveniences, and we should bear them with Resolution. Beside that, some People are above our Anger, others below it. To contend with our Superiors were a Folly, and with our Inferiors an Indignity.
(pp. 336-7)",2011-09-20 16:20:08 UTC,"""The one 'tis true is wholly void of Reason, but it is also an equivalent Darkness of Mind, that possesses the other.""",2011-09-20 16:20:08 UTC,"Of Anger, Chapter IX","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" in Google Books",19194,7097
"She was the paragon of Perfection, and Loadstar of all Eyes and Hearts; and well might my Dear Father Travel seven years after her Death, before he Marryed agen, for had he don't, not seven, nor seventeen, nor seventy, but seven hundred, he'd ne're have lit upon such another.
(I, p. 42)",2013-06-18 21:09:07 UTC,"""She was the paragon of Perfection, and Loadstar of all Eyes and Hearts; and well might my Dear Father Travel seven years after her Death, before he Marryed agen, for had he don't, not seven, nor seventeen, nor seventy, but seven hundred, he'd ne're have lit upon such another.""",2013-06-18 21:09:07 UTC,"","",,"","",C-H Lion,20960,7476
"And then for Prose-Love--I believe I went as far as any Man,--stabbing, dying, groaning, hanging I made nothing of, 'twas my daily Employment and Recreation, and I cou'd at last eat Knives or Rats bane as fast as a Jugler. I grew careless toward any thing else; I could neither see, hear, taste, smell, nor understand any thing in the world but what related to my charming Rachelia (as I call'd her) with a little more Heroick turn than plain Rachel. And shou'd an Evangelist, with an Angel at his Elbow, have told me that Goddess of my Soul had so much as one speck of Deformity, one single Mole, either in Body or Mind, I shou'd have said--By your leave, Mr. Evangelist,--I must suspend my Faith.--Thus much wou'd I have said to his Face out of civility, but behind his back no more have valu'd his Testimony than the Alcoran.--No--my purest pure had such a Soul, it shin'd through her Body, and such a Body, you might see her Soul through't. Which some may think much at one, but however there's a different conception in't, and it makes one line more to fill out the Book.
(II.viii, p. 91)",2013-06-19 01:22:45 UTC,"""No--my purest pure had such a Soul, it shin'd through her Body, and such a Body, you might see her Soul through't. Which some may think much at one, but however there's a differeut conception in't, and it makes one line more to fill out the Book.""",2013-06-19 01:22:45 UTC,"","",,"","",C-H Lion,20980,7476
"Olbar was first a mild and prudent Guide,
Who o'er Britannia 's Churches did preside.
Nor Care nor Pains th'Indulgent Pastor spar'd,
Nor Vigilance his Flock to Feed and Guard.
His Erudition did their Reverence move,
And his diffusive Charity their Love.
His Christian Temper oft Contention charm'd,
And the hot Bigots of all Sects disarm'd.
By Moderation, Patience, Gentleness
And Candor which to all he did express.
He ever strove th'Erroneous to reduce,
Who to the Church Obedience did refuse.
But he Employ'd to set their Judgments right,
No Force but Reason's mild but powerful Light.
Resolv'd on Truth and not on Power to stand
He did the Lictors of the Church disband.
(Bk V, p. 144, ll. 604-619)",2013-07-02 18:42:30 UTC,"""But he Employ'd to set their Judgments right, / No Force but Reason's mild but powerful Light.""",2013-07-02 18:42:30 UTC,Book V,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21423,3938