comments,context,dictionary,theme,text,metaphor,updated_at,provenance,reviewed_on,created_at,work_id,id
•Bibliography from http://www.bautz.de/bbkl/w/wesley_c.shtml,Occasional Hymns,"","","Touch'd by the healing hand Divine,
She lives, she lives to praise her Lord:
Jesus, the work and praise be Thine,
Thy name be bless'd, revered, adored!
Thou hast Thy gracious word fulfill'd,
And saved her in her last distress;
The promise and the prayer is seal'd,
Seal'd on her heart in gospel-peace.
(VII, p. 68; p. 60 in 1767 ed.)","""The promise and the prayer is seal'd, / Seal'd on her heart in gospel-peace.""",2014-02-21 20:42:46 UTC,"Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",,2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,5280,14198
•Bibliography from http://www.bautz.de/bbkl/w/wesley_c.shtml,Occasional Hymns,"","","The confidence Divine impart,
The witness breathe into my heart,
And seal my sins forgiven;
Allow me then my last desire,
And send with death the car of fire
That wraps my soul to heaven.
(p. 84 in 1762 ed.)","""The witness breathe into my heart, / And seal my sins forgiven.""",2014-02-21 21:04:00 UTC,"Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO",,2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,5281,14199
•Bibliography from http://www.bautz.de/bbkl/w/wesley_c.shtml,Occasional Hymns: For the Morning,"","","My God, Thou wilt not leave me,
When strength and friends depart,
But graciously forgive me,
And seal it on my heart
In joy beyond expressing,
In comforts from above,
In every gospel blessing,
In all the life of love.
(p. 93 in 1767 ed.)","""But graciously forgive me, / And seal it on my heart.""",2014-02-21 21:07:20 UTC,"Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO",,2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,5282,14200
•Bibliography from http://www.bautz.de/bbkl/w/wesley_c.shtml,Occasional Hymns,"","","In presence of Thy heavenly host
Thyself we faithfully require;
Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
By blood, by water, and by fire,
And fill up all Thy human shrine,
And seal our souls for ever Thine.
(p. 64 in 1767 ed.)","""And fill up all Thy human shrine, / And seal our souls for ever Thine""",2014-02-21 20:52:36 UTC,"Searching ""seal"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",,2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,5287,14205
"","",Court,"","O partial fate! and was I rais'd on high,
Only to sink in deeper infamy!
Yet say, what infamy? Excursive thought
Stand still a moment, and by reason taught
Judge rightly, with strict eye thyself survey,
Where are the crimes which infamy betray?
","""Excursive thought"" may ""Stand still a moment, and by reason taught / Judge rightly, with strict eye thyself survey""",2009-09-14 19:40:34 UTC,"Searching ""judge"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (poetry)",2007-04-26,2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,5335,14310
"",End of Book,"","","Fear God--obey his just decrees,
And do it hand, and heart, and knees;
For after all our utmost care
There's nought like penitence and prayer.
Then weigh the balance in your mind,
Look forward, not one glance behind;
Let no foul fiend retard your pace,
Hosanna! Thou hast won the race.","""Then weigh the balance in your mind, / Look forward, not one glance behind""",2009-09-14 19:40:59 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""balance"" in HDIS (Poetry)",,2006-12-11 00:00:00 UTC,5389,14476
"","","","","Has sable lost its virtue? Will the bell
No longer scare a straying sprite to hell?
Since souls, when animating flesh, are sold
For benefices, bishoprics, and gold;
Since mitres, nightly laid upon the breast,
Can charm the night-mare conscience into rest;
And learn'd exorcists very lately made
Greater improvements in the living trade;
Since Warburton (of whom in future rhymes)
Has settled reformation on the times;
Whilst from the teeming press his numbers fly,
And, like his reasons, just exist and die;
Since, in the steps of clerical degree,
All through the telescope of fancy see;
(Though Fancy under Reason's lash may fall,
Yet Fancy in Religion's all in all):
Amongst these cassocked worthies, is there one
Who has the conscience to be Freedom's son?
Horne, patriotic Horne, will join the cause,
And tread on mitres to procure applause.
Prepare thy book and sacerdotal dress
To lay a walking spirit of the press,
Who knocks at midnight at his lordship's door,
And roars in hollow voice--""a hundred more!""
""A hundred more!"" his rising greatness cries,
Astonishment and terror in his eyes;
""A hundred more! by G*d, I won't comply!""
""Give,"" quoth the voice, ""I'll raise a hue and cry;
On a wrong scent the leading beagle's gone,
Your interrupted measures may go on;
Grant what I ask, I'll witness to the Thane,
I'm not another Fanny of Cock Lane.""
""Enough,"" says Mungo, ""re-assume the quill;
And what we can afford to give, we will.""","""Though Fancy under Reason's lash may fall, / Yet Fancy in Religion's all in all""",2009-09-14 19:42:46 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),,2005-11-14 00:00:00 UTC,3376,15099
"","","","","In every human breast there lives enshrined
Some atom pregnant with the' etherial mind;
Some plastic power, some intellectual ray,
Some genial sunbeam from the source of day;
Something that, warm and restless to aspire,
Works the young heart, and sets the soul on fire,
And bids us all our inborn powers employ
To catch the phantom of ideal joy.
Were it not so, the soul, all dead and lost,
Like the tall cliff beneath the' impassive frost,
Form'd for no end, and impotent to please,
Would lie inactive on the couch of ease:
And, heedless of proud fame's immortal lay,
Sleep all her dull divinity away.
(p. 153)","""In every human breast there lives enshrined / Some atom pregnant with the' etherial mind; / Some plastic power, some intellectual ray, / Some genial sunbeam from the source of day; / Something that, warm and restless to aspire, / Works the young heart, and sets the soul on fire, / And bids us all our inborn powers employ / To catch the phantom of ideal joy.""",2014-07-25 18:12:02 UTC,Reading,,2014-07-25 18:12:02 UTC,7984,24295
"","","","","Whoever thinks must see that man was made
To face the storm, not languish in the shade;
Action's his sphere, and,for that sphere design'd,
Eternal pleasures open on his mind.
For this, fair hope leads on the' impassion'd soul
Through life's wild labyrinths to her distant goal;
Paints in each dream, to fan the genial flame,
The pomp of riches, and the pride of fame,
Or fondly gives reflection's cooler eye
A glance, an image, of a future sky.
Yet, though kind Heaven points out the' unerring road
That leads through nature up to bliss and God;
Spite of that God, and all his voice divine
Speaks in the heart, or teaches from the shrine,
Man, feebly vain, and impotently wise,
Disdains the manna sent him from the skies;
Tasteless of all that virtue gives to please,
For thought too active, and too mad for ease,
From wish to wish in life's mad vortex toss'd,
For ever struggling, and for ever lost;
He scorns religion, though her seraphs call,
And lives in rapture, or not lives at all.
(pp. 154-155)","""Tasteless of all that virtue gives to please, / For thought too active, and too mad for ease, / From wish to wish in life's mad vortex toss'd, / For ever struggling, and for ever lost; / He scorns religion, though her seraphs call, / And lives in rapture, or not lives at all.""",2014-07-25 18:21:30 UTC,Reading,,2014-07-25 18:21:30 UTC,7984,24303
"","","","","Requires there aught of learning's pompous aid
To prove that all this outward frame of things
Is what it seems, not unsubstantial air,
Ideal vision, or a waking dream,
Without existence, save what Fancy gives?
Shall we, because we strive in vain to tell
How Matter acts on incorporeal Mind,
Or how, when sleep has lock'd up ev'ry sense,
Or fevers rage, Imagination paints
Unreal scenes, reject what sober sense,
And calmest thought attest? Shall we confound
States wholly diff'rent? Sleep with wakeful life?
Disease with health? This were to quit the day,
And seek our path at midnight. To renounce
Man's surest evidence, and idolize
Imagination. Hence then banish we
These metaphysic subtleties, and mark
The curious structure of these visual orbs,
The windows of the mind; substance how clear,
Aqueous, or crystalline! through which the soul,
As thro' a glass, all outward things surveys.","""Shall we, because we strive in vain to tell / How Matter acts on incorporeal Mind, / Or how, when sleep has lock'd up ev'ry sense, / Or fevers rage, Imagination paints / Unreal scenes, reject what sober sense, / And calmest thought attest?""",2017-01-18 14:52:41 UTC,"Reading Marjorie Nicholson's Newton Demands the Muse (Princeton: Princeton UP, 1946), 152-153. Found again in Earl Wasserman, ""The English Romantics: The Grounds of Knowledge""
4:1 Studies in Romanticism (Autumn, 1964): 17-34, 19.",,2014-07-25 18:59:07 UTC,5598,24306