work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
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)",,10782,INTEREST,"""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.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2013-08-07 14:40:42 UTC,Book VI
4327,"","Searching in HDIS (Prose); Found again searching ""conque"" and ""heart""
",2004-07-06 00:00:00 UTC,"This was honestly spoken, indeed; and there really were such visible Tokens of Sincerity in all his Discourse, that I could not suspect him: On some of our Discourses on this Subject, he pull'd out a little Dirty Paper Book, in which he had wrote down such a Prayer in Verse, as I doubt few Christians in the World could Subscribe to; and I cannot but Record it, because I never saw any thing like it in my Life, the Lines are as follows:
Lord! whatsoever Sorrows Rack my Breast,
Till Crime removes too, let me find no Rest;
How Dark so e'er, my State, or sharp my Pain,
O! let not Troubles Cease, and Sin Remain.
For Jesus sake, remove not my Distress,
Till free Triumphant Grace shall Reposess
The Vacant Throne; from whence my Sins Depart,
And make a willing Captive of my Heart;
Till Grace Compleatly shall my Soul Subdue,
Thy Conquest full, and my Subjection True.
There were more Lines on the same Subject, but these were the beginning; and these touching me so sensibly, I have remember'd them distinctly ever since, and have I believe repeated them to my self a Thousand times.
(pp. 208-9)",2009-12-28,11302,•C-H uses the second edition of Colonel Jack. The novel was originally published in 1722.
•I've included entry twice: in War and Government,"""For Jesus sake, remove not my Distress, / Till free Triumphant Grace shall Reposess / The Vacant Throne; from whence my Sins Depart, / And make a willing Captive of my Heart.""",Throne,2012-07-24 20:12:12 UTC,""
7495,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-29 06:00:34 UTC,"QUEEN.
Against my self my rebel Passions arm;
They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor.
Were not my Mind enslav'd, were that but free,
How could I brave my Chains? how calm look down
On those lost Glories, which adorn a Crown?
[Enter Lucius. He kneels.]
Why does the conqu'ring Prince of Britain kneel
To me, no more a Queen, a wretched Captive?
What wou'd my Lord? for I am all Confusion.
(II.i, pp 9-10)",,21302,"","""Against my self my rebel Passions arm; / They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-29 06:00:55 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
4136,"",Reading,2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,"Every Man indeed who is not absolutely beside himself, must of necessity hold his Fancys under some kind of Discipline and Management. The stricter this Discipline is, the more the Man is rational and in his Wits. The looser it is, the more fantastical he must be, and the nearer to the Madman's State. This is a Business which can never stand still. I must always be Winner or Loser at the Game. Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?
(p. 323; p. 144 in Klein)",,21614,"","""Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?""",Inhabitants,2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,""