theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""We are a little Kingdom; But the Man / That chains his Rebel Will to Reasons Throne, / Forms it a large one.""",4045,Throne and Fetters,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP, variants in later editions",10478,2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,2014-06-30 20:01:05 UTC,,"•Book II. Sacred to Vertue, Honour and Friendship
•INTEREST. This is a perfect little collection of government metaphors.
•I've included 3 times in Government: Kingdom, Throne, Chain
•Updated text to match 1727 edition in ECCO. 2011-05-26
•But am now discovering variant:
We are a little Kingdom; but the Man
That chains his Rebel Will to Reason's Throne,
Forms it a large one, whilst his Royal Mind
Makes Heaven its Council, from the Rolls above
Draws his own Statutes, and with Joy obeys.
(p. 188-9 [in 1727?])","We are a little Kingdom: But the Man
That chains his Rebel Will to Reasons Throne
Forms it a large one, ATWOOD, whilst his Mind
Makes Heaven its Council, from the Rolls above
Draws his own Statutes, and with Joy obeys.
(p. 147 in 1706 ed.)",""
"","""Bring down the Piece,Urania, from Above, / And let my HONOUR and my LOVE / Dress it with Chains of Gold to hang upon my Heart.""",4054,Fetters,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10496,2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,2012-01-06 20:18:56 UTC,2011-05-26,Page 311 in 2nd edition. Book III. Sacred to the Memory of the Dead," 'Tis done. What Beams of Glory fall
(Rich Varnish of immortal Art)
To gild the bright Original!
'Tis done. The Muse has now perform'd her Part.
Bring down the Piece, Urania, from Above,
And let my HONOUR and my LOVE
Dress it with Chains of Gold to hang upon my Heart.
(p. 311)",Stanza VI
"","""'But oh the crowds of wretched souls / 'Fetter'd to minds of different moulds, / 'And chain'd t'eternal strife!'""",4088,Fetters,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10533,2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,2011-05-26 19:48:34 UTC,2011-05-26,"","'Happy the youth that finds the bride
'Whose birth is to his own ally'd,
'The sweetest joy of life:
'But oh the crowds of wretched souls
'Fetter'd to minds of different moulds,
'And chain'd t'eternal strife!'","Book II. Sacred to Virtue, Honour, and Friendship"
"","""By Law and Inclination doubly joyn'd, / Both acted by one Sympathetick Mind. / Whom Wedlock's Silken Chains as softly tye, / As that which when asunder snapt, we dye, / Which makes the Soul and Body's wondrous harmony.""",6985,Fetters,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),18839,2011-06-29 02:35:12 UTC,2011-06-29 02:35:12 UTC,,"","Degenerate Race! Your own and Natures Foe:
Ah! that your Fathers never had done so!
And yet in truth 'twou'd bear a long debate,
If this whole Age be'nt illegitimate?
By their loose Sires with Rage and Brandy hot,
In Leagures on the Sutlers Wives begot.
Since nothing they but Drabs and Drinking mind,
So true the Proverb, Cat will after kind.
Tho some there are, so very good and few,
That if enough might Plant the VVorld anew.
Not made like those Sown on Earths fertile Face,
Old Pyrrhu's and Deucalion's Stony Race,
But warm'd with gentle Fire and gentle Love,
As Pure and Constant as the Lamps above.
By Law and Inclination doubly joyn'd,
Both acted by one Sympathetick Mind.
Whom Wedlock's Silken Chains as softly tye,
As that which when asunder snapt, we dye,
Which makes the Soul and Body's wondrous harmony.
Thrice Happy they in those soft Fetters ty'd,
The Fatal Sisters only can divide;
Who for no other Mastry ever strove,
But whether of the two should better Love,
As kind as when the Youth did first pretend,
(Passions on Virtue founded never end)
For tho in Age their Tops less verdant show,
Their flour'shing twisted Roots still stronger grow.
No churlish Feuds disturb their blest Abodes,
All calm, as are the Dwellings of the Gods.
No little peevish Quarrels enter there,
No noise but Sighs which Fan the Amorous Air,
And all like Tempe still, and all like Tempe Fair.
Jealousy's Banish'd thence, and Rage and Pride,
And all the Torments of the World beside,
Sweet Peace their close Attendant, Love their Guide.
All the white Passions that delight to rest,
With Innocence in every constant Breast;
Pleasures which Guilt, nor Time, nor Age destroy,
Grateful Vicissitudes of Hope and Joy.
(pp. 19-20)",""
"","""O generous Sympathy, that binds / In Chains unseen the bravest Minds!""",7002,Fetters,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""mind"" in C-H Lion's Poems on Affairs of State",18885,2011-07-15 13:53:37 UTC,2013-07-11 04:20:35 UTC,,"5 hits in ECCO: 1702, 1735, 1779, 1779-80, and 1790"," See next, Majestically Great,
The Founder of the Belgick State!
The Sun of Glory, which so bright
Beam'd on all the Darling Line,
Did, from its golden Urn of Light,
On William's Head redoubled shine;
His Youthful Looks diffus'd an Awe.
Charles, who had try'd the Race before,
And knew great Merits to explore,
When He his rising Virtue saw,
He put in Friendship's Noble Claim;
To his Imperial Court the Heroe brought,
And there by early Honours sought
Alliance with his future Fame.
O generous Sympathy, that binds
In Chains unseen the bravest Minds!
O Love to worthy Deeds, in all great Souls the same!
(p. 46)",Stanza V
"","""Affection is the Chain of grateful Minds.""",7003,Fetters,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18886,2011-07-15 14:25:14 UTC,2011-07-15 14:25:14 UTC,,"","A Soul thus form'd, and such a Soul is here,
Needs not the dangerous Test of Riches fear,
But, unsubdu'd to Wealth, may safely stand,
And count o'er Heaps with an unsully'd Hand.
Heav'n that knew this, and where t'intrust its Store,
And blessing One, oft' blesses many more,
First gave a Will to give, then fitly join'd
A liberal Fortune to a liberal Mind.
With such a graceful Ease her Bounty flows;
She gives, and scarce that she's the Giver knows,
But seems receiving most, when she the most bestows.
Rich in her self, well may she value more
Her Wealth within, the Mind's immortal Store;
Passions subdu'd, and Knowledge free from Pride,
Good Humour, ever to good Sense ally'd,
Well-season'd Mirth, and Wisdom unsevere,
An equal Temper, and a Heart sincere;
Gifts that alone from Nature's Bounty flow,
Which Fortune may display, but not bestow;
For Wealth but sets the Picture more in Sight,
And brings the Beauties or the Faults to Light.
How true th'Esteem, that's founded in Desert?
How pleasing is the Tribute of the Heart?
Here willing Duty ne'er was paid in vain,
And e'en Dependence cannot feel its Chain,
Yet whom She thus sets free She closer binds,
(Affection is the Chain of grateful Minds)
And, doubly blessing her adopted Care,
Makes them her Virtues with her Fortune share,
Leads by Example, and by Kindness guards,
And raises first the Merit She rewards.
(vol. I, pp. 159-60)",""
"","""How sad our State by Nature is! / Our Sin how deep it stains! / And Satan binds our captive Minds / Fast in his slavish Chains.""",7018,Fetters,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18930,2011-07-20 02:48:00 UTC,2011-07-20 02:48:00 UTC,,"","How sad our State by Nature is!
Our Sin how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive Minds
Fast in his slavish Chains.
(p. 161)",""
"","""But oh the crowds of wretched [married] souls / Fetter'd to minds of different moulds, / And chain'd t'eternal strife!""",4089,Fetters,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18932,2011-07-20 14:02:41 UTC,2011-07-20 14:02:41 UTC,,"","'Happy the youth that finds the bride
'Whose birth is to his own ally'd,
'The sweetest joy of life:
'But oh the crowds of wretched souls
'Fetter'd to minds of different moulds,
'And chain'd t'eternal strife!'
","Book II. Sacred to Vertue, Loyalty, and Friendship"
"","""Hail, holy souls, no more confin'd / To limbs and bones that clog the mind; / Ye have escap'd the snares, and left the chains behind.""",7019,Fetters,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18933,2011-07-20 14:12:37 UTC,2011-07-20 14:12:37 UTC,,"","V.
Hail, holy souls, no more confin'd
To limbs and bones that clog the mind;
Ye have escap'd the snares, and left the chains behind.
We wretched prisoners here below,
What do we see, or learn or know,
But scenes of various folly, guilt and woe?
Life's buzzing sounds and flatt'ring colours play
Round our fond sense, and waste the day,
Inchant the fancy, vex the labouring soul;
Each rising sun, each lightsome hour,
Beholds the busy slavery we endure;
Nor is our freedom full, or contemplation pure,
When night and sacred silence overspread the pole.
",""
"","""I know the Kindred-Mind. 'Tis she, 'tis she; / Among the Heav'nly Forms I see / The Kindred-Mind from fleshly Bondage free.""",4054,Fetters,"Searching ""bond"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19388,2012-01-06 20:15:10 UTC,2012-01-06 20:15:10 UTC,,""," I know the Kindred-Mind. 'Tis she, 'tis she;
Among the Heav'nly Forms I see
The Kindred-Mind from fleshly Bondage free;
O how unlike the thing was lately seen
Groaning and panting on the Bed,
With ghastly Air, and languish'd Head,
Life on this side, there the dead,
While the delaying Flesh lay shivering between!",Stanza I