work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4167,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Objects, which thro' the Senses make their Way,
And just Impressions to the Soul convey,
Give her Occasion first her self to move,
And to exert her Hatred, or her Love.
Ideas, which to some impulsive seem,
Act not upon the Mind, but That on them.
When she to foreign Objects Audience gives,
Their Strokes and Motions in the Brain perceives,
As these Perceptions we Ideas name,
From her own Pow'r and active Nature came,
So when discern'd by Intellectual Light,
Her self her various Passions does excite,
To Ill her Hate, to Good her Appetite:
To shun the first, the latter to procure,
She chuses Means by free Elective Pow'r.
She can their various Habitudes survey,
Debate their Fitness, and their Merit weigh,
And while the Means suggested she compares,
She to the Rivals This or That prefers.
(VII, ll. 446-464, pp. 338-9)
",,10781,•INTEREST. RICH passage. I've cut and pasted the whole book for study.,"""When she to foreign Objects Audience gives, / Their Strokes and Motions in the Brain perceives, / As these Perceptions we Ideas name, / From her own Pow'r and active Nature came, / So when discern'd by Intellectual Light, / Her self her various Passions does excite, / To Ill her Hate, to Good her Appetite: /
To shun the first, the latter to procure, / She chuses Means by free Elective Pow'r.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2013-08-07 14:35:43 UTC,Book VII
4167,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-18 00:00:00 UTC,"These Out-guards of the Mind are sent abroad,
And still patrolling beat the neighb'ring Road:
Or to the Parts remote obedient fly,
Keep Posts advanc'd, and on the Frontier lye.
The watchful Centinels at ev'ry Gate,
At ev'ry Passage to the Senses wait.
Still travel to and fro the Nervous way,
And their Impressions to the Brain convey,
Where their Report the Vital Envoys make,
And with new Orders are remanded back.
Quick, as a darted Beam of Light, they go,
Thro' diff'rent Paths to diff'rent Organs flow,
Whence they reflect as swiftly to the Brain,
To give it Pleasure, or to give it Pain.
(VI, ll. 670-683, pp. 305-6)",,10784,"","""Still travel to and fro the Nervous way, / And their Impressions to the Brain convey, / Where their Report the Vital Envoys make, / And with new Orders are remanded back.""",Inhabitants,2013-08-07 14:45:08 UTC,Book VI
4167,Animal Spirits,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Where dwells this Sovereign Arbitrary Soul,
Which does the human Animal controul,
Inform each Part, and agitate the whole?
O'er Ministerial Senses does preside,
To all their various Provinces divide,
Each Member move, and ev'ry Motion guide.
Which by her secret uncontested Nod
Her Messengers the Spirits sends abroad,
Thro' ev'ry nervous Pass, and ev'ry vital Road.
To fetch from ev'ry distant Part a Train,
Of outward Objects to enrich the Brain.
Where sits this bright Intelligence enthron'd,
With numberless Ideas pour'd around?
Where Wisdom, Prudence, Contemplation stand,
And busie Fantoms watch her high Command:
Where Sciences and Arts in order wait,
And Truths Divine compose her Godlike State.
Can the dissecting Steel the Brain display,
And the august Apartment open lay,
Where this great Queen still chuses to reside
In Intellectual Pomp, and bright Ideal Pride?
Or can the Eye assisted by the Glass
Discern the strait, but hospitable Place,
In which ten thousand Images remain,
Without Confusion, and their Rank maintain?
(VII, ll. 303-327, pp. 329-30)",,10792,•I've included twice: Pass and Road,"""Which by her secret uncontested Nod / Her Messengers the Spirits sends abroad, / Thro' ev'ry nervous Pass, and ev'ry vital Road. / To fetch from ev'ry distant Part a Train, / Of outward Objects to enrich the Brain.""",Inhabitants,2013-08-07 15:17:13 UTC,Book VII
4183,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"So when impetuous Passions toss the Soul,
And Tides of boiling Blood reluctant roll;
Imperial Reason keeps her awful Throne,
Above the Tumult reigns unmov'd alone:
At her Command intestine Discords cease,
And all th' inferiour Pow'rs lie hush'd in Peace.
",2013-06-04,10854,"","""Imperial Reason keeps her awful Throne, / Above the Tumult reigns unmov'd alone: / At her Command intestine Discords cease, / And all th' inferiour Pow'rs lie hush'd in Peace.""",Empire and Throne,2013-06-04 20:58:49 UTC,""
4337,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""idea""; and again ""fancy""; confirmed in ECCO.",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"It chanc'd, when soft Favonian gusts untie
The stiff'ned Floods, and warm the frozen Sky;
When genial heats distil on every Gale,
And various Flora paints the blushing Vale:
The smiling Season call'd our Hero forth,
To view her op'ning Blooms, and lab'ring Earth:
Silent he strays along the lonely Mead,
Where Shrubs their aromatick Fragrance bleed;
His Thoughts a while unbent from doing Good,
Wrapt in the Murmurs of the Vocal flood:
When, faint with Age, or sudden Cares oppress'd,
On the green Herb he stretch'd his Limbs to rest;
Thick Shades, obsequious to the Call, arise,
And a deep Slumber seals his weary Eyes;
His Fancy still awake; the roving Guest
Usurps the Throne of Reason in his Breast:
Forms great Ideas, and religious Schemes,
A busy mime, and floats in golden Dreams.
(cf. p. 28 in 1720 edition)",,11338,•I've included twice: Throne and Guest,"""His Fancy still awake; the roving Guest / Usurps the Throne of Reason in his Breast: / Forms great Ideas, and religious Schemes, / A busy mime, and floats in golden Dreams.""",Empire,2014-03-07 21:05:13 UTC,""
4525,"","Reading. Found again searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry).",2003-11-04 00:00:00 UTC,"Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;
Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.
Man, but for that, no action could attend,
And, but for this, were active to no end;
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot;
Or, meteor-like, flame lawless thro' the void,
Destroying others, by himself destroy'd.
(Epistle II, ll. 59-66)",2004-06-22,11887,"•I've included twice: once in Government, once in Machine: Balance","""Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; / Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.""","",2017-03-08 19:51:19 UTC,Epistle II
7401,"",Reading,2013-06-06 14:11:08 UTC,"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)",,20425,"","""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
7407,"","Reading; found again in Marjorie Nicholson's Newton Demands the Muse (Princeton: Princeton UP, 1946), 149-150.",2013-06-10 19:25:02 UTC,"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)",,20476,"","""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.""",Court,2014-07-25 18:51:09 UTC,Night the Fourth
7411,"",Reading,2013-06-12 19:17:09 UTC,"""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)",,20578,"","""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.""",Animals and Empire,2013-06-12 19:17:09 UTC,Night the Seventh
4167,"",Reading,2013-08-07 16:51:09 UTC,"Yet more Religion's Empire to support,
To push the Foe, and make our last Effort;
Let Beings with Attention be review'd,
Which, not alone with vital Power endu'd,
Can move themselves, can Organiz'd perceive
The various Strokes, which various Objects give.
By Laws Mechanic can Lucretius tell
How living Creatures see, or hear, or smell?
How is the Image to the Sense convey'd?
On the tun'd Organ how the Impulse made?
How, and by which more noble Part the Brain
Perceives th'Idea, can their Schools explain?
'Tis clear, in that Superior Seat alone
The Judge of Objects has her secret Throne.
Since, a Limb sever'd by the wounding Steel,
We still may Pain, as in that Member, feel.
(VII, ll. 84-99, p. 316)",,22104,"","""How is the Image to the Sense convey'd? / On the tun'd Organ how the Impulse made? / How, and by which more noble Part the Brain / Perceives th'Idea, can their Schools explain? / 'Tis clear, in that Superior Seat alone / The Judge of Objects has her secret Throne.""",Court and Throne,2013-08-07 16:51:09 UTC,Book VII