work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4671,"",Searching HDIS (Prose),2004-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"I. When sad I sat in B---n-hall,
All watched round about,
And thought of ev'ry absent Friend,
The Tears for Grief burst out.
II.My Joys and Hopes all overthrown,
My Heart strings almost broke,
Unfit my Mind for Melody,
Much more to bear a Joke;
III.Then she to whom I Prisoner was,
Said to me tauntingly,
Now chear your Heart, and sing a Song,
And tune your Mind to Joy.
IV.Alas! said I, how can I frame
My heavy Heart to sing;
Or tune my Mind, while thus inthrall'd
By such a wicked Thing!
V.But yet, if from my Innocence
I, ev'n in Thought, should slide,
Then let my Fingers quite forget
The sweet Spinnet to guide.
VI.And let my Tongue within my Mouth
Be lock'd for ever fast,
If I rejoice, before I see
My full Deliv'r ance past.
VII.And thou, Almighty, recompence
The Evils I endure,
From those who seek my sad Disgrace,
So causeless, to procure.
VIII.Remember, Lord, this Mrs. Jewkes,
When with a mighty Sound,
She cries, Down with her Chastity,
Down to the very Ground!
IX.Ev'n so shalt thou, O wicked One,
At length to Shame be brought;
And happy shall all those be call'd
That my Deliv'r ance wrought.
X.Yea, blessed shall the Man be call'd
That shames thee of thy Evil,
And saves me from thy vile Attempts,
And thee, too, from the D---l ",2006-09-11,12270,"","""Now chear your Heart, and sing a Song, / And tune your Mind to Joy.""","",2009-09-14 19:36:47 UTC,Pamela's alteration of the CXXXVIIth Psalm
4671,"",Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-03-14 00:00:00 UTC,"O dear Sir! said I, how do you over-rate my poor Merit! --Some Persons are happy in a Life of Comforts, but mine's a Life of Joy! ---One rapturous Instance follows another so fast, that I know not how to bear them.
Whew!--whistled Sir Jacob. --Whereabouts am I? ---I hope, by and-by, you'll come down to our Pitch, that one may put in a Word or two with you.
May you be long thus blest, and thus happy together! said Lady Davers. I know not which to admire most, the dear Girl, that never was bad, or the dear Gentleman, that, having been bad, is now so good! Said my Lord Davers, There is hardly any bearing these moving Scenes, so quick, as my Sister says, following one another!
The Countess was pleased to say, That till now she had been at a Loss to form any Notion of the Happiness of the first Pair before the Fall: But now, by so fine an Instance as this, she comprehended it in all its Force. --- God continue you to one another, added her Ladyship, for a Credit to the State, and to Human Nature.
Mr. H. having his Elbows on the Table, folded his Hands, shaking them, and looking down upon the Table, Egad, this is uncommon Life, that it is! ---Your two Souls, I can see that, are like well-tun'd Instruments: But they are too high-set for me a vast deal.
The best thing, said Lady Davers, always severe upon her poor Nephew, thou ever saidst. The Musick must be equal to that of Orpheus, which can make such a Savage as thee dance to it. I charge thee, say not another Word To-night.
(III.33, pp. 332-3)",2012-02-07,12296,•I've included twice: Instrument and Tuning,"""Your two Souls, I can see that, are like well-tun'd Instruments: But they are too high-set for me a vast deal.""","",2012-02-07 16:33:44 UTC,"Vol. 3, Letter 33"