id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
10805,Fetters,"",2011-05-25,"""When first my Soul put on its fleshly Load, / It was Imprison'd in the dark Abode; / My Feet were Fetters, my Hands Manacles, / My Sinews Chains, and all Confinement else; / My Bones the Bars of my loath'd Prison grate; / My Tongue the Turn-key, and my Mouth the Gate.""",2006-01-17 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"•I've included thrice: Load, Prison, Abode. But should probably also include Fetters. ",4169,"I who did once thro' Heav'ns wide Regions rove,
Free Denizen of those vast Realms above;
Now to a narrow Dungeon am confin'd,
A Cave that darkens and restrains my Mind.
When first my Soul put on its fleshly Load,
It was Imprison'd in the dark Abode;
My Feet were Fetters, my Hands Manacles,
My Sinews Chains, and all Confinement else;
My Bones the Bars of my loath'd Prison grate;
My Tongue the Turn-key, and my Mouth the Gate.","",2011-06-29 03:01:33 UTC
10846,Fetters,"",2011-05-26,"""We are chained to a body, that is to say, our perceptions are connected with corporeal motions.""",2004-02-26 00:00:00 UTC,Past Masters,"",4178,"PHILONOUS. That God knows or understands all things, and that He knows among other things what pain is, even every sort of painful sensation, and what it is for His creatures to suffer pain, I make no question. But that God, though He knows and sometimes causes painful sensations in us, can Himself suffer pain, I positively deny. We who are limited and dependent spirits, are liable to impressions of sense, the effects of an external agent, which being produced against our wills, are sometimes painful and uneasy. But God, whom no external being can affect, who perceives nothing by sense as we do, whose will is absolute and independent, causing all things, and liable to be thwarted or resisted by nothing; it is evident, such a being as this can suffer nothing, nor be affected with any painful sensation, or indeed any sensation at all. We are chained to a body, that is to say, our perceptions are connected with corporeal motions. By the Law of our Nature we are affected upon every alteration in the nervous parts of our sensible body: which sensible body rightly considered, is nothing but a complexion of such qualities or ideas, as have no existence distinct from being perceived by a mind: so that this connexion of sensations with corporeal motions, means no more than a correspondence in the order of Nature between two sets of ideas, or things immediately perceivable. But God is a pure spirit, disengaged from all such sympathy or natural ties. No corporeal motions are attended with the sensations of pain or pleasure in his mind. To know every thing knowable is certainly a perfection; but to endure, or suffer, or feel any thing by sense, is an imperfection. The former, I say, agrees to God, but not the latter. God knows or hath ideas; but His ideas are not convey'd to Him by sense, as ours are. Your not distinguishing where there is so manifest a difference, makes you fancy you see an absurdity where there is none.
(Vol ii, p. 241)",Third Dialogue,2011-05-26 19:28:43 UTC
18840,Fetters,"",,"""O! that some usual Labour were injoyn'd, / And not the Tyrant Vice enslav'd my mind! / No weight of Chains cou'd grieve my captive Hands, / Like the loath'd Drudg'ry of its base Commands.""",2011-06-29 03:04:34 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",4169,"O! that some usual Labour were injoyn'd,
And not the Tyrant Vice enslav'd my mind!
No weight of Chains cou'd grieve my captive Hands,
Like the loath'd Drudg'ry of its base Commands;
By this a double mis'ry I contract,
Ev'n I condemn the hated Ills I act.
Yet of my Chains I'm not so weary grown,
But that I still am putting others on.
For Sin has always this attending Curse,
To back the first Transgression with a worse:
This to my sorrow, I too often find!
Yet no Experience warns my heedless mind.
Thus Vice and Virtue do my Soul divide,
Like a Ship tost between the Wind and Tide.
Pleasure, the Bawd to Vice, here draws me in,
There, Grief, its Follow'r, pulls me back from Sin:
Yet Pleasure oft comes Conqueror from the Field,
Whilst I to Vice, inglorious Homage yield.
Tho' Grief does still with Vice in triumph ride,
Plac'd like a Slave by that great Conqu'ror's side.
Thus Vice and Virtue have alternate sway,
While I, with endless labour, Both obey:
And to increase my pains, as if too small,
Thy heavy hand comes in the rear of all,
And with deep piercing strokes corrects me more,
For what was punish'd in it self before.
Thus guilty Souls in Hell are scourg'd for Sin;
Their never-ending Pains thus still begin.","",2011-06-29 03:04:57 UTC
18902,Fetters,"",,"""Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind / Rose up to sacred love, / To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd, / Quitting his lump of clay, / As subtle spirits fume away / Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye, / They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.""",2011-07-18 17:37:21 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",7012,"&nbps; Curst be the Hour, ye Day, ye Year,
Curst ye disease that ravish'd hence or. seer,
&nbps; Whose sacrilegious dart cou'd show,
That one so good was not immortall too;
&nbps; Yet wt. alas can this avail?
&nbps; Why all this mad distemper'd Zeal
As wt it did were the effects of chance,
&nbps; & not of providence.
No the impatient heavens thought long to want
&nbps; In their blest choirs so true a saint,
And sent a ministring sickness from above,
&nbps; his earthy fetters to remove.
&nbps; &nbps; It came ye call he knew,
&nbps; & streight obey'd & streight wthdrew,
Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind
&nbps; &nbps; &nbps; Rose up to sacred love,
&nbps; To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd,
&nbps; &nbps; Quitting his lump of clay,
&nbps; &nbps; As subtle spirits fume away
Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye,
&nbps; They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.
(ll. 53-73, p. 348)","",2011-07-18 17:37:21 UTC
19406,Fetters,"",,"""Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace / When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release / all my mourning then shall cease.""",2012-01-09 00:12:21 UTC,"Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",7150," Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace
When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release
all my mourning then shall cease
then all my sorrow shall be turnd to Joy
& then thy mercyes onely shall my soul employ
Oh hear my god my saviour hear
& lett thy goodness towr'ds me soon appear
arm me wth heavn'ly temperd arms my Lord
Give for my buckler faith & for a sword thy word
Girt up my loins wth truth & on my breast
lett righteousness be plac't
thus thus I safely shall oppose
& safely triumph o're my foes
thus shall I break the force of hell & flee
With a glad heart to thee
to thee who (all my dangers past)
Wilt give thy self to me thy self & heav'n at last
theres the continuall treasury of bliss
the magazine of happiness
Pleasure there does never Cease
& in æternall Joy I shall remain
Where in æternall glory thou doest reign.
(p. 340, ll. 62-83)","",2012-01-09 15:57:22 UTC
19444,Fetters,"",2013-06-04,"""They cannot, no; each sigh Love's flight sustains, / O'er my own Heart in my own Breast he Reigns, / And holds too strong, my strugling Soul in Chains.""",2012-01-11 21:48:00 UTC,"Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",3962,"How far will Love his Conqu'ring Wings extend!
O must my Mortal suff'rings never end?
They cannot, no; each sigh Love's flight sustains,
O'er my own Heart in my own Breast he Reigns,
And holds too strong, my strugling Soul in Chains.
Thy growing Beauties yield him fresh supplies,
His Darts are pointed by Amasia's Eyes.
Thy soft Commands are by this Cheif obey'd,
'Tis you, who teach Love warfare, Charming Maid!
And on his Standards is thy form display'd.
I yield, I yeild, thus Prostrate low, I fall,
Love's Goddess thou! thou Conquerour of my all!
You all my Thoughts, you all my Speech employ,
Thou giv'st me pain, and thou can'st give me Joy.
Whate'er you please to do, I pleas'd, approve,
Hate, where you hate, and where you fancy, Love.
Sun of my Days! and Phantom of my Nights!
Source of my Woes! and Spring of my Delights!
Fond of my Life, should you make kind returns,
Yet now I slight it, since Amasia scorns.
Just as you make me, either Curst or blest,
Form'd to your will, my Soul is rais'd, or prest,
And swells and falls, like thy own Charming Breast.
Ill with thy Breast do I my Soul compare,
Thy Breast--the Seat of all that's Sweet and fair,
Thy Breast--O Scene of Pleasures! ever blooming there.
Whilst in my Soul Despair her Court maintains,
And with deep Pomp in solid Darkness Reigns.
Thy Breast!--O never let me lose the Theam,
There, as entranc'd, let my lull'd fancy Dream.
O could I gently melt the Lovely Snow,
Thence, thence the Poet's Helicon would flow,
And I should need no other Muse than you.
If now with Frozen coldness you inspire,
O could you burn, how fierce would mount the Fire,
Flaming with Joy, and sparkling with desire.
To heights sublime would soaring fancy drive,
Amasia's Name should at the Stars arrive,
Amasia long, long Ages should her self survive.
No sad decay should to thy Beauties come,
As in thy Face, when mould'ring in the Tomb,
They should for ever in my Numbers bloom.
More lasting far than polish'd Marble made,
While Men could read, thy glories should not fade.
Thy Lovely Image thro' the World should go,
The World should thee it's greatest Charmer know,
Thy Charms, which seem Immortal, should be so.
Round thro' the Universe thy Fame should flee,
My Verse ador'd should live, by giving Life to thee.
Sound, Fame, thy Trumpet, to the Skies Proclaim,
Amasia lives, for ever lives in Fame.
Sound too her Sylvius lives; Love Life insures,
Known, while the Sun, the God of Verse endures,
Known for my Constant Love, Amasia, ever Yours.
","",2013-06-04 15:40:09 UTC
19447,Fetters,"",,"""Beauties shine thro' the Work, adorn the whole, / Chain up the Sense, and captivate the Soul.""",2012-01-12 03:51:42 UTC,"Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",7166,"Beauties shine thro' the Work, adorn the whole,
Chain up the Sense, and captivate the Soul.
Whether thou sing'st the dying Hero's fame,
And in loud sighs groan'st forth thy Maker's Name,
When tyr'd with Flesh, he quits the humane load,
And Heav'n, and Earth, and Jews confess the God;
Or thy bold Muse with heighten'd Pinnions flies,
And brings her Charge exalted to the Skies;
Thy Verse thro' starry Hosts the God convey,
And with new Glories paint the milky way.
","",2012-01-12 03:51:42 UTC
21995,Fetters,"",,"""From her blest Heart there flows a Line, / Which Nature made, and grapples mine. / Secret as that which tyes the Mind, / When to the Body 'tis confin'd""",2013-07-24 15:33:33 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" in C-H Lion",INTEREST: one metaphor of mind used to structure a second.,7562,"I.
Poor fading Pleasures to pursue,
I know 'tis base, as well as you;
But whilst this Lump of Flesh I wear,
From doing so I can't forbear;
The old deceiving Serpent still
Corrupts and vitiates my Will.
II.
From her blest Heart there flows a Line,
Which Nature made, and grapples mine.
Secret as that which tyes the Mind,
When to the Body 'tis confin'd:
If I love on, blame me no more,
Can I with Nature run in score?
(p. 128, ll. 1-12)
","",2013-07-24 15:33:52 UTC
22728,Fetters,"",,""We are chained to a Body, that is to say, our Perceptions are connected with corporeal Motions.""",2013-09-12 05:17:31 UTC,Reading,USE IN ENTRY. INTEREST.,4178,"Phil.
That God knows or understands all things, and that He knows, among other things, what Pain is, even every sort of painful Sensation, and what it is for His Creatures to suffer Pain, I make no question. But that God, tho' He knows, and sometimes causes painful Sensations in us, can Himself suffer Pain, I positively deny. We, who are limited and dependent Spirits, are liable to Impressions of Sense, the Effects of an external Agent, which, being produced against our Wills, are sometimes painful and uneasy. But God, whom no external Being can affect, who perceives nothing by Sense as we do, whose Will is absolute, and independent, causing all things, and liable to be thwarted, or resisted by nothing; it is evident, such a Being as this, can suffer nothing, nor be affected with any painful Sensation, or, indeed, any Sensation at all. We are chained to a Body, that is to say, our Perceptions are connected with corporeal Motions. By the Law of our Nature, we are affected upon every Alteration in the nervous Parts of our sensible Body: Which sensible Body, rightly considered, is nothing but a Complexion of such Qualities, or Ideas, as have no Existence distinct from being perceived by a Mind: So that this Connexion of Sensations with corporeal Motions, means no more, than a Correspondence in the Order of Nature, between two Setts of Ideas, or Things immediately perceivable. But God is a pure Spirit, disengaged from all such Sympathy, or natural Ties. No corporeal Motions are attended with the Sensations of Pain, or Pleasure, in his Mind. To know every thing knowable, is certainly a Perfection; but to endure, or suffer, or feel any thing by Sense, is an Imperfection. The former, I say, agrees to God, but not the latter. God knows, or hath Ideas; but His Ideas are not convey'd to Him by Sense, as ours are. Your not Distinguishing, where there is so manifest a Difference, makes you fancy, you see an Absurdity where there is none.
(pp. 124-5)","",2013-09-12 05:17:31 UTC
23920,Animals,"",,"""Upon her Tongue did such smooth Mischief dwell, / And from her Lips such welcome Flatt'ry fell, / Th' unguarded Youth, in Silken Fetters ty'd, / Resign'd his Reason, and with Ease complied. / Thus does the Ox to his own Slaughter go, / And thus is senseless of th' impending Blow. / Thus flies the simple Bird into the Snare, / That skilful Fowlers for his Life prepare.""",2014-06-06 04:06:20 UTC,"Searching in Project Gutenberg (PGDP) e-text. Confirmed in Bond.","",7924,"Upon her Tongue did such smooth Mischief dwell,
And from her Lips such welcome Flatt'ry fell,
Th' unguarded Youth, in Silken Fetters ty'd,
Resign'd his Reason, and with Ease comply'd.
Thus does the Ox to his own Slaughter go,
And thus is senseless of th' impending Blow.
Thus flies the simple Bird into the Snare,
That skilful Fowlers for his Life prepare.
But let my Sons attend, Attend may they
Whom Youthful Vigour may to Sin betray;
Let them false Charmers fly, and guard their Hearts
Against the wily Wanton's pleasing Arts,
With Care direct their Steps, nor turn astray,
To tread the Paths of her deceitful Way;
Lest they too late of Her fell Power complain,
And fall, where many mightier have been Slain.
(Cf. III, pp. 534-5 in Bond ed.)","",2014-06-06 04:06:20 UTC