id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
8555,"","Searching ""coin"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); Found again ""mint""",Coinage,2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,,3290,"","",2014-03-03 22:27:29 UTC,"""From the court-mint, of hearts the current coin / The pulpit presses, but the pattern drives.""","And whence the manners of the multitude?
The colour of their manners, black or fair,
Falls from above; from the complexion falls
Of state Othellos, or white men in power:
And from the greater height example falls,
Greater the weight, and deeper its impress
In ranks inferior, passive to the stroke.
From the court-mint, of hearts the current coin
The pulpit presses, but the pattern drives.
What bonds, then, bonds how manifold and strong,
To duty, double duty, tie the great!
And are there Samsons that can burst them all?
Yes; and great minds that stand in need of none,
Whose pulse beats virtue, and whose generous blood
Aids mental motives, to push-on renown,
In emulation of their glorious sires,
From whom rolls down the consecrated stream."
20411,"",Reading,Coinage and Metal,2013-06-05 21:19:22 UTC,,7400,"",Night the Second,2013-06-05 21:19:44 UTC,"""Thought in the mine may come forth gold or dross; / When coin'd in word, we know its real worth. / If sterling, store it for thy future use; / 'Twill buy thee benefit; perhaps, renown.""","Know'st thou, Lorenzo, what a friend contains?
As bees mix'd nectar draw from fragrant flowers,
So men, from FRIENDSHIP, wisdom and delight;
Twins tied by Nature, if they part, they die.
Hast thou no friend to set thy mind abroach?
Good sense will stagnate. Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Had thought been all, sweet speech had been denied;
Speech, thought's canal! speech, thought's criterion too!
Thought in the mine may come forth gold or dross;
When coin'd in word, we know its real worth.
If sterling, store it for thy future use;
'Twill buy thee benefit; perhaps, renown.
Thought, too, deliver'd, is the more possess'd:
Teaching we learn; and giving we retain
The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot.
Speech ventilates our intellectual fire;
Speech burnishes our mental magazine,
Brightens for ornament, and whets for use.
What numbers, sheath'd in erudition, lie,
Plunged to the hilts in venerable tomes,
And rusted in; who might have borne an edge,
And play'd a sprightly beam, if born to speech;
If born blest heirs of half their mother's tongue!
'Tis thought's exchange which, like the' alternate push
Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum,
And defecates the student's standing pool.
(ll. 461-487, p. 63 in CUP edition)"
20517,"","Reading; found again in Marjorie Nicholson's Newton Demands the Muse (Princeton: Princeton UP, 1946), 151.",Rooms,2013-06-11 16:12:02 UTC,,7408,"",Night the Sixth,2014-07-25 18:52:57 UTC,"""In senses, which inherit earth and heavens; / Enjoy the various riches Nature yields; / Far nobler! give the riches they enjoy; / Give taste to fruits, and harmony to groves, / Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright sire; / Take-in, at once, the landscape of the world, / At a small inlet, which a grain might close, / And half-create the wondrous world they see.""","With error in ambition justly charged,
Find we Lorenzo wiser in his wealth?
What, if thy rental I reform, and draw
An inventory new to set thee right?
Where thy true treasure? Gold says, ""Not in me;""
And, ""Not in me,"" the diamond. Gold is poor;
India's insolvent: seek it in thyself;
Seek in thy naked self, and find it there;
In being so descended, form'd, endow'd;
Sky-born, sky-guided, sky-returning race!
Erect, immortal, rational, Divine!
In senses, which inherit earth and heavens;
Enjoy the various riches Nature yields;
Far nobler! give the riches they enjoy;
Give taste to fruits, and harmony to groves,
Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright sire;
Take-in, at once, the landscape of the world,
At a small inlet, which a grain might close,
And half-create the wondrous world they see.
Our senses, as our reason, are Divine.
But for the magic organ's powerful charm,
Earth were a rude, uncolour'd chaos still.
Objects are but the' occasion: ours the' exploit;
Ours is the cloth, the pencil, and the paint,
Which Nature's admirable picture draws,
And beautifies Creation's ample dome.
Like Milton's Eve, when gazing on the lake,
Man makes the matchless image man admires.
Say then, shall man, his thoughts all sent abroad,
(Superior wonders in himself forgot,)
His admiration waste on objects round,
When Heaven makes him the soul of all he sees?
Absurd, not rare! so great, so mean, is man!
(ll. 409-441, pp. 159-60 in CUP edition)"
20520,"",Reading,Coinage and Writing,2013-06-11 17:08:53 UTC,,7408,"",Night the Sixth,2013-06-11 17:08:53 UTC,"""What wealth in senses such as these! What wealth / In Fancy fired to form a fairer scene / Than Sense surveys! in Memory's firm record!""","What wealth in senses such as these! What wealth
In Fancy fired to form a fairer scene
Than Sense surveys! in Memory's firm record!
Which, should it perish, could this world recall
From the dark shadows of o'erwhelming years,
In colours fresh, originally bright,
Preserve its portrait, and report its fate!
What wealth in Intellect, that sovereign power,
Which Sense and Fancy summons to the bar;
Interrogates, approves, or reprehends;
And from the mass those underlings import,
From their materials sifted, and refined,
And in Truth's balance accurately weigh'd,
Forms art and science, government and law;
The solid basis and the beauteous frame,
The vitals and the grace, of civil life;
And, manners (sad exception!) set aside,
Strikes out, with master-hand, a copy fair
Of His idea, whose indulgent thought,
Long, long ere Chaos teem'd, plann'd human bliss!
(ll. 442-461, p. 160 in CUP edition)"
20521,"",Reading,Coinage and Court and Inhabitants,2013-06-11 17:21:19 UTC,,7408,"",Night the Sixth,2013-06-11 17:21:19 UTC,"""What wealth in Intellect, that sovereign power, / Which Sense and Fancy summons to the bar; / Interrogates, approves, or reprehends; / And from the mass those underlings import, / From their materials sifted, and refined, / And in Truth's balance accurately weigh'd, / Forms art and science, government and law; / The solid basis and the beauteous frame, / The vitals and the grace, of civil life.""","What wealth in senses such as these! What wealth
In Fancy fired to form a fairer scene
Than Sense surveys! in Memory's firm record!
Which, should it perish, could this world recall
From the dark shadows of o'erwhelming years,
In colours fresh, originally bright,
Preserve its portrait, and report its fate!
What wealth in Intellect, that sovereign power,
Which Sense and Fancy summons to the bar;
Interrogates, approves, or reprehends;
And from the mass those underlings import,
From their materials sifted, and refined,
And in Truth's balance accurately weigh'd,
Forms art and science, government and law;
The solid basis and the beauteous frame,
The vitals and the grace, of civil life;
And, manners (sad exception!) set aside,
Strikes out, with master-hand, a copy fair
Of His idea, whose indulgent thought,
Long, long ere Chaos teem'd, plann'd human bliss!
(ll. 442-461, p. 160 in CUP edition)"
20522,"",Reading,Coinage and Court and Inhabitants,2013-06-11 17:21:32 UTC,,7408,"",Night the Sixth,2013-06-11 17:22:21 UTC,""What wealth in Intellect, that sovereign power, / Which Sense and Fancy summons to the bar; / Interrogates, approves, or reprehends; / And from the mass those underlings import, / From their materials sifted, and refined, / And in Truth's balance accurately weigh'd, / Forms art and science, government and law; / The solid basis and the beauteous frame, / The vitals and the grace, of civil life.""","What wealth in senses such as these! What wealth
In Fancy fired to form a fairer scene
Than Sense surveys! in Memory's firm record!
Which, should it perish, could this world recall
From the dark shadows of o'erwhelming years,
In colours fresh, originally bright,
Preserve its portrait, and report its fate!
What wealth in Intellect, that sovereign power,
Which Sense and Fancy summons to the bar;
Interrogates, approves, or reprehends;
And from the mass those underlings import,
From their materials sifted, and refined,
And in Truth's balance accurately weigh'd,
Forms art and science, government and law;
The solid basis and the beauteous frame,
The vitals and the grace, of civil life;
And, manners (sad exception!) set aside,
Strikes out, with master-hand, a copy fair
Of His idea, whose indulgent thought,
Long, long ere Chaos teem'd, plann'd human bliss!
(ll. 442-461, p. 160 in CUP edition)"
20523,"",Reading,Coinage,2013-06-11 17:24:00 UTC,,7408,"",Night the Sixth,2013-06-11 17:24:00 UTC,"""What wealth in souls that soar, dive, range around, / Disdaining limit or from place or time: / And hear at once, in thought extensive, hear / The Almighty fiat, and the trumpet's sound!""","What wealth in souls that soar, dive, range around,
Disdaining limit or from place or time:
And hear at once, in thought extensive, hear
The' Almighty fiat, and the trumpet's sound!
Bold on Creation's outside walk, and view
What was, and is, and more than e'er shall be;
Commanding, with omnipotence of thought,
Creations new in Fancy's field to rise!
Souls, that can grasp whate'er the Almighty made,
And wander wild through things impossible!
What wealth in faculties of endless growth,
In quenchless passions violent to crave,
In liberty to choose, in power to reach,
And in duration, (how thy riches rise!)
Duration to perpetuate--boundless bliss!
(ll. 462-476, pp. 160-1 in CUP edition"
20527,"",Reading,Coinage and Metal,2013-06-11 17:47:35 UTC,,7408,"",Night the Sixth,2013-06-11 17:47:35 UTC,"""Are there on earth (let me not call them men) / Who lodge a soul immortal in their breasts; / Unconscious as the mountain of its ore; / Or rock, of its inestimable gem? / When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these / Shall know their treasure; treasure then no more.","In spite of all the truths the Muse has sung,
Ne'er to be prized enough, enough revolved!
Are there who wrap the world so close about them,
They see no farther than the clouds; and dance
On heedless Vanity's fantastic toe,
Till, stumbling at a straw, in their career,
Headlong they plunge, where end both dance and song?
Are there, Lorenzo? is it possible?
Are there on earth (let me not call them men)
Who lodge a soul immortal in their breasts;
Unconscious as the mountain of its ore;
Or rock, of its inestimable gem?
When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these
Shall know their treasure; treasure then no more.
(ll. 620-633, pp. 164-5 in CUP edition)"
20582,"",Reading,Coinage,2013-06-12 19:22:14 UTC,,7411,"",Night the Seventh,2013-06-12 19:22:14 UTC,"""The soul's high price / Is writ in all the conduct of the Skies.""
","In this small province of His vast domain,
(All Nature bow, while I pronounce His name!)
What has God done, and not for this sole end,---
To rescue souls from death? The soul's high price
Is writ in all the conduct of the Skies.
The soul's high price is the Creation's key,
Unlocks its mysteries, and naked lays
The genuine cause of every deed Divine:
That is the chain of ages which maintains
Their obvious correspondence, and unites
Most distant periods in one bless'd design:
That is the mighty hinge on which have turn'd
All revolutions, whether we regard
The natural, civil, or religious world;
The former two but servants to the third;
To that their duty done, they both expire,
Their mass new-cast, forgot their deeds renown'd;
And angels ask, ""where once they shone so fair!""
(ll. 1008-1025, pp. 204 in CUP edition)"
20583,"",Reading,Coinage,2013-06-12 19:23:17 UTC,,7411,"",Night the Seventh,2013-06-12 19:23:17 UTC,"""Has not each element, in turn, subscribed / The soul's high price, and sworn it to the wise?""
","Nor have the clouds those gracious counsels hid.
Angels undrew the curtain of the throne,
And Providence came forth to meet mankind.
In various modes of emphasis and awe,
He spoke His will, and trembling Nature heard:
He spoke it loud, in thunder and in storm.
Witness, thou Sinai! whose cloud-cover'd height,
And shaken basis, own'd the present God :
Witness, ye billows! whose returning tide,
Breaking the chain that fasten'd it in air,
Swept Egypt and her menaces to hell:
Witness, ye flames the Assyrian tyrant blew
To sevenfold rage, as impotent as strong:
And thou, Earth! witness, whose expanding jaws
Closed o'er Presumption's sacrilegious sons:
Has not each element, in turn, subscribed
The soul's high price, and sworn it to the wise?
Has not flame, ocean, ether, earthquake, strove
To strike this truth through adamantine man?
If not all-adamant, Lorenzo! hear:
All is delusion; Nature is wrapp'd up,
In tenfold night, from Reason's keenest eye;
There's no consistence, meaning, plan, or end
In all beneath the sun, in all above,
(As far as man can penetrate,) or heaven
Is an immense, inestimable prize;
Or all is nothing, or that prize is all.--
And shall each toy be still a match for heaven?
And full equivalent for groans below?
Who would not give a trifle to prevent
What he would give a thousand worlds to cure?
(ll. 1102-1132, p. 207 in CUP edition)"