work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4167,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Objects, which thro' the Senses make their Way,
And just Impressions to the Soul convey,
Give her Occasion first her self to move,
And to exert her Hatred, or her Love.
Ideas, which to some impulsive seem,
Act not upon the Mind, but That on them.
When she to foreign Objects Audience gives,
Their Strokes and Motions in the Brain perceives,
As these Perceptions we Ideas name,
From her own Pow'r and active Nature came,
So when discern'd by Intellectual Light,
Her self her various Passions does excite,
To Ill her Hate, to Good her Appetite:
To shun the first, the latter to procure,
She chuses Means by free Elective Pow'r.
She can their various Habitudes survey,
Debate their Fitness, and their Merit weigh,
And while the Means suggested she compares,
She to the Rivals This or That prefers.
(VII, ll. 446-464, pp. 338-9)
",,10781,•INTEREST. RICH passage. I've cut and pasted the whole book for study.,"""When she to foreign Objects Audience gives, / Their Strokes and Motions in the Brain perceives, / As these Perceptions we Ideas name, / From her own Pow'r and active Nature came, / So when discern'd by Intellectual Light, / Her self her various Passions does excite, / To Ill her Hate, to Good her Appetite: /
To shun the first, the latter to procure, / She chuses Means by free Elective Pow'r.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2013-08-07 14:35:43 UTC,Book VII
4257,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2010-05-20 17:24:37 UTC,"At first we play along the flow'ry Brink,
View the suspected Stream, and trembling drink:
Affronted Reason stings us with Remorse,
Suggests the Danger and obstructs our Course:
For Nature yet her Modesty retains,
Starts to behold her ignominious Stains,
And grieves her Beauties are so much defac'd,
Her high Descent and Dignity debas'd;
But the sweet Bowl's intoxicating Fume
Will by degrees our vanquish'd Sense benumb,
And o'er the Mind diffuse Egyptian Gloom.
Now Nightly Horrors cease to haunt the Head,
And we no more familiar Danger dread.
Our faithful Censor laid asleep within,
We undisturb'd take down full Draughts of Sin.
Repeated Prostitutions conquer Shame,
Assure the Face, and struggling Reason tame.
(ll. 55-71)",,17811,"","""But the sweet Bowl's intoxicating Fume / Will by degrees our vanquish'd Sense benumb, / And o'er the Mind diffuse Egyptian Gloom.""","",2010-05-20 17:24:37 UTC,""