text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Lorenzo! no; the thought of death indulge;
Give it its wholesome empire! let it reign,
That kind chastiser of thy soul in joy!
Its reign will spread thy glorious conquests far,
And still the tumults of thy ruffled breast:
Auspicious era! golden days, begin!
The thought of death shall, like a god, inspire.
And why not think on death? Is life the theme
Of every thought, and wish of every hour,
And song of every joy? Surprising truth!
The beaten spaniel's fondness not so strange.
To wave the numerous ills that seize on life
As their own property, their lawful prey;
Ere man has measured half his weary stage,
His luxuries have left him no reserve,
No maiden relishes, unbroach'd delights;
On cold-served repetitions he subsists,
And in the tasteless present chews the past;
Disgusted chews, and scarce can swallow down.
Like lavish ancestors, his earlier years
Have disinherited his future hours,
Which starve on orts, and glean their former field.
(ll. 303-324, p. 81)",2013-06-06 14:11:08 UTC,"""Its reign will spread thy glorious conquests far, / And still the tumults of thy ruffled breast: / Auspicious era! golden days, begin!""
",2013-06-06 14:11:08 UTC,Night the Third,"",,"","",Reading,20425,7401
"Let Indians, and the gay, like Indians, fond
Of feather'd fopperies, the sun adore:
Darkness has more divinity for me:
It strikes thought inward; it drives back the soul
To settle on herself, our point supreme!
There lies our theatre; there sits our judge.
Darkness the curtain drops o'er life's dull scene;
'Tis the kind hand of Providence stretch'd out
'Twixt man and vanity; 'tis Reason's reign,
And Virtue's too; these tutelary shades
Are man's asylum from the tainted throng.
Night is the good man's friend, and guardian too;
It no less rescues Virtue than inspires.
(ll. 126-138, p. 120 in CUP edition)",2014-07-25 18:51:09 UTC,"""Darkness has more divinity for me: / It strikes thought inward; it drives back the soul / To settle on herself, our point supreme! / There lies our theatre; there sits our judge.""",2013-06-10 19:25:02 UTC,Night the Fourth,"",,Court,"","Reading; found again in Marjorie Nicholson's Newton Demands the Muse (Princeton: Princeton UP, 1946), 149-150.",20476,7407
"""Duty! Religion!--These, our duty done,
""Imply reward. Religion is mistake.
""Duty!--There's none, but to repel the cheat.
""Ye cheats, away! ye daughters of my Pride!
""Who feign yourselves the favourites of the Skies:
""Ye towering hopes, abortive energies!
""That toss and struggle in my lying breast,
""To scale the skies, and build presumptions there,
""As I were heir of an eternity.
""Vain, vain ambitions! trouble me no more.
""Why travel far in quest of sure defeat?
""As bounded as my being, be my wish.
""All is inverted, Wisdom is a fool.
""Sense! take the rein; blind Passion! drive us on;
""And, Ignorance! befriend us on our way;
""Ye new, but truest patrons of our peace!
""Yes; give the Pulse full empire; live the Brute,
""Since as the Brute we die. The sum of man,
""Of godlike man, to revel and to rot!
(ll. 716-734, p. 197 in CUP edition)",2013-06-12 19:17:09 UTC,"""Sense! take the rein; blind Passion! drive us on; / And, Ignorance! befriend us on our way; / Ye new, but truest patrons of our peace! Yes; give the Pulse full empire; live the Brute, / Since as the Brute we die.""",2013-06-12 19:17:09 UTC,Night the Seventh,"",,Animals and Empire,"",Reading,20578,7411