id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
11253,Fetters,"",2010-12-31,"""Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully stood afar, / Tholling your Reason great Attempts to mar; / While the brave Dauntless, of sic Fetters free, / Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea.""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)","•2nd Foonote from 1721 edition used by Chadwyck Healey gives ""Threw off all the Fetters of Reason, and plung'd gloriously into Confusion.""
•1st, ""Many of just Thinking at that Time were vex'd to see themselves trudging on Foot, when some others of very indifferent Capacities were setting up gilded Equipages; and notwithstanding of all the Doubts they formed against it, yet fretted because they were not so lucky as to have some Shares.""",4317,"Mean time the Thinkers wha are out of Play,
For their ain Comfort kenna what to say;
That the Foundation's loose fain wa'd they shaw,
And think na but the Fabrick soon will fa'.
That's a' but Sham,--for inwardly they fry,
Vext that their Fingers were na in the Pye.
Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully stood afar,
Tholling your Reason great Attempts to mar;
While the brave Dauntless, of sic Fetters free,
Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea:
Where now like Gods they rule each wealthy Jaw,
While you may thump your Pows against the Wa'.
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18872,Fetters,"",,"""Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son, / Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear.""",2011-07-14 20:27:08 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""chains"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",6996,"  Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son,
Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear;
Such Erskine is, who laid the Purple down,
Whom Britain's Senate shall with Pleasure hear:
And He, who now retires, with Honour crown'd,
To the soft Cares of his Paternal Ground.","",2011-07-14 20:27:08 UTC
19392,Fetters,"",,"""Then Hymen's sacred Bonds shall chain / My Heart to her fair Bosom, / There, while my Being does remain, / My Love more fresh shall blossom.""",2012-01-06 21:01:14 UTC,"Searching ""bond"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",7144,"The next Time I go o'er the Moor
She shall a Lover find me,
And that my Faith is firm and pure,
Tho I left her behind me:
Then Hymen's sacred Bonds shall chain
My Heart to her fair Bosom,
There, while my Being does remain,
My Love more fresh shall blossom.
(Cf. p. 5 in 1718 ed.)","",2013-10-31 03:19:49 UTC