text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"In thee each virtue found a pleasing cell,
Thy mind was honour, and thy soul divine;
With thee did every god of genius dwell,
Thou wast the Helicon of all the Nine.",2009-09-14 19:33:41 UTC,"""In thee each virtue found a pleasing cell, / Thy mind was honour, and thy soul divine""",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,II. Poems written in 1769,"",,Rooms,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8649,3373
"Next morning I set out on my journey hither, on foot. The way was not long; the weather, though cold, was wholesome and serene. My spirits were high, and I saw nothing in the world before me but sunshine and prosperity. I was conscious that my happiness depended not on the revolutions of nature or the caprice of man. All without was, indeed, vicissitude and uncertainty; but within my bosom was a centre not to be shaken or removed. My purposes were honest and steadfast. Every sense was an inlet of pleasure, because it was an avenue to knowledge; and my soul brooded over the world of ideas, and glowed with exultation at the grandeur and beauty of its own creations.
(Part II, chapter 11, p. 512)",2009-09-14 19:44:49 UTC,"""Every sense was an inlet of pleasure, because it was an avenue to knowledge; and my soul brooded over the world of ideas, and glowed with exultation at the grandeur and beauty of its own creations""",2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Part II, chapter 11. Mervyn has decided to board Eliza with the Curlings and pursue medicine","",,"",•I've included twice: Inlet and Avenue,Reading,15834,5960
"Let me see: they tell me this is Monday night. Only three days yet to come! If thus restless to day; if my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow! What next day! What as the hour hastens on; as the sun descends; as my hand touches her in sign of wedded unity, of love without interval; of concord without end.
I must quell these tumults. They will disable me else. They will wear out all my strength. They will drain away life itself. But who could have thought! So soon! Not three months since I first set eyes upon her. Not three weeks since our plighted love, and only three days to terminate suspense and give me all.
I must compel myself to be quiet: to sleep. I must find some refuge from anticipations so excruciating. All extremes are agonies. A joy like this is too big for this narrow tenement. I must thrust it forth; I must bar and bolt it out for a time, or these frail walls will burst asunder. The pen is a pacifyer. It checks the mind's career; it circumscribes her wanderings. It traces out, and compels us to adhere to one path. It ever was my friend. Often has it blunted my vexations; hushed my stormy passions; turned my peevishness to soothing; my fierce revenge to heart-dissolving pity.
(Part II, chapter 23, p. 605)",2009-09-14 19:44:53 UTC,"""[I]f my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow!""",2003-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,Chapter 23: the beginning of the end. Mervyn to marry. ,"",,"","•Great stuff about the pen and mental control. (See Clarissa.)
•The ""all"" of the wedding night had me supposing that Brown would have us think that more than Mervyn's joy must thrust forth. Hints of masturbation?
•Note the heart's mansion and the mind's career.",Reading,15852,5960
"Ye happier beings! blest in fortune's store,
On mimic ruins waste your wealth no more;
Your mould'ring monuments no more repair,
Far other ruins henceforth be your care:
Search for the failing towers of human kind,
And save that noblest edifice, the mind;
The central column of the dome defend,
Nor let the glory of the fabric bend:
The fabric nods! ah, leave your barren walls,
And prop the throne of reason e're it falls!
Such be th'improvements of your vast domain;
Without them, parks and palaces are vain:
O be the generous architects, to plan
How best to renovate decaying man;
The fragments gather, where in dust they lie,
And heav'n shall bless the work of charity.
",2009-09-14 19:45:03 UTC,"""Far other ruins henceforth be your care: /Search for the failing towers of human kind, / And save that noblest edifice, the mind""",2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•Cross-reference: lines also appear in C-H under the title ""Cottage-Pictures"". Appears to be a third edition of this same poem.",HDIS,15909,5981
"Rich views the northern scope of vision fill,
Harrow's fam'd height, and Stanmore's favour'd hill;
That fam'd for Learning, and for classic Lore,
This deck'd by Fortune, but by Merit more.
Friends, stretching far their Virtues, kind regard,
Beyond the interests of an injured Bard.
Not to a narrow circle so confin'd,
That Self excludes the rest of human-kind;
But hearts enlarg'd, which gladly would embrace,
And heal the wants and woes of all the Race.
Enjoying bliss while blessings they bestow,
The happiest use of pow'r and wealth below!
Friends that might furnish many a nobler lay,
Like gems about its crown their beams display,
Did some sublimer Muse appreciate Worth,
Above ungracious, groveling, worms of Earth--
Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside,
The grateful feelings of my Heart divide,
And, filling up my Soul's respective cells,
Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!
The Muse might here recite each honour'd Name,
And fill her tiny tube with feeble fame--
A few of all their kindnesses record,
And virtues rarely met in modern Lord;
Virtues which might adorn a princely page,
And shame the monsters of this iron Age--
But, gentle Lock! their modest Minds, like thine,
In panegyric page ne'er wish to shine,
While prompting still, their self-denying Sense
Deems fame oppressive, and all praise offence.",2009-09-14 19:45:14 UTC,"""Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside, / The grateful feelings of my Heart divide, / And, filling up my Soul's respective cells, / Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Rooms,•I've included twice: Cells and Mansion
,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""heart"" and ""cell""; and again ""soul""",15953,6001
"Imputing Sin & Righteousness to Individuals; Rahab
Sat deep within him hid: his Feminine Power unreveal'd
Brooding Abstract Philosophy. to destroy Imagination, the Divine-
-Humanity A Three-fold Wonder: feminine: most beautiful: Three-fold
Each within other. On her white marble & even Neck, her Heart
Inorb'd and bonified: with locks of shadowing modesty, shining
Over her beautiful Female features, soft flourishing in beauty
Beams mild, all love and all perfection, that when the lips
Recieve a kiss from Gods or Men, a threefold kiss returns
From the pressd loveliness: so her whole immortal form three-fold
Three-fold embrace returns: consuming lives of Gods & Men
In fires of beauty melting them as gold & silver in the furnace[.]
Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins
To put in act what her Heart wills; O who can withstand her power
Her name is Vala in Eternity: in Time her name is Rahab",2009-09-14 19:45:19 UTC,"""Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins / To put in act what her Heart wills""",2005-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15978,6014
"Now Albions sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch;
Feeling the electric flame of Miltons awful precipitate descent.
Seest thou the little winged fly, smaller than a grain of sand?
It has a heart like thee; a brain open to heaven & hell,
Withinside wondrous & expansive; its gates are not clos'd,
I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array;
Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty O thou mortal man.
Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:
There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old:
For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant,
Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates
Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round
Within: and Og & Anak watch here; here is the Seat
Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins
Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza
Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion.",2009-09-14 19:45:19 UTC,"""For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant, / Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"•I've included thrice: Brass, Adamant, and Gates","Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15979,6015
"Now Albions sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch;
Feeling the electric flame of Miltons awful precipitate descent.
Seest thou the little winged fly, smaller than a grain of sand?
It has a heart like thee; a brain open to heaven & hell,
Withinside wondrous & expansive; its gates are not clos'd,
I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array;
Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty O thou mortal man.
Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:
There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old:
For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant,
Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates
Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round
Within: and Og & Anak watch here; here is the Seat
Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins
Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza
Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion.",2009-09-14 19:45:20 UTC,"""Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round / Within""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15982,6015
"Now Albions sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch;
Feeling the electric flame of Miltons awful precipitate descent.
Seest thou the little winged fly, smaller than a grain of sand?
It has a heart like thee; a brain open to heaven & hell,
Withinside wondrous & expansive; its gates are not clos'd,
I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array;
Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty O thou mortal man.
Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:
There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old:
For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant,
Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates
Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round
Within: and Og & Anak watch here; here is the Seat
Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins
Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza
Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion.",2009-09-14 19:45:20 UTC,"Og & Anak watch in the brain which ""is the Seat / Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins / Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza / Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•REVISIT. How to interpret these lines?,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15983,6015
"Here Satan's myrmidons cornuted
Found subjects to their purpose suited;
And fell to work on their worst ends,
Videlicet, their heads (for fiends,
As well as scavengers, may boast
Of sorriest trash they make the most.)
There, as those cells they empty found
Where brains in wiser pates abound,
They fill'd them with mephitic gas
From hell, which downward strove to pass,
But, gaining exit through the throat,
By leave of porter, Epiglott,
Vented itself in fustian storm
Rhetorical. This, in due form
Reduc'd, concentrated, and penn'd,
They, by choice deputation, send
To Consul grand:--which, e'er you read,
Brief Invocation shall precede.",2009-09-14 19:45:26 UTC,"""There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical.""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Rooms,"","Searching ""cell"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16022,6038