text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Something as dim to our internal view,
Is thus, perhaps, the cause of most we do.
(ll. 49-50)
",2009-09-14 19:36:23 UTC,"""Something as dim to our internal view, / Is thus, perhaps, the cause of most we do.""",2004-07-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading Rebecca Ferguson's The Unbalanced Mind (106),11915,4529
"Were others angry? I excus'd them too;
Well might they rage, I gave them but their due.
A man's true merit 'tis not hard to find,
But each man's secret standard in his mind,
That casting-weight pride adds to emptiness,
This, who can gratify? For who can guess ?
The Bard whom pilf'red Pastorels renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year:
He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:
And he, whose sustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest satire bad translate,
And own'd, that nine such poets made a Tate .
How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe?
And swear, not Addison himself was safe.
(ll. 173-92)
",2009-09-14 19:36:26 UTC,"""The Bard whom pilf'red Pastorels renown, / Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown, / Just writes to make his barrenness appear, / And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year.""",2003-11-04 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,11949,4545
"Has Heaven then to your Form not been so kind,
Mourn not the Loss: adorn your self with Mind.
From thence a Source of various Charms shall rise,
More amiable than Lips, or Cheeks, or Eyes.
What is the blooming Tincture of a Skin,
To Peace of Mind? To Harmony within?
What the bright Sparkling of the finest Eye,
To the soft Soothing of a calm Reply?
Can Comeliness of Form, or Shape, or Air,
With Comeliness of Words and Deeds compare?
No: Those at first th' unwary Heart may gain,
But These, These only can that Heart retain.",2009-09-14 19:36:29 UTC,"""What is the blooming Tincture of a Skin, / To Peace of Mind? To Harmony within?""",2006-12-18 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""skin"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11992,4565
"Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought
Unfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic hand
Led me anew o'er all the solemn scene,
Still in the mind's pure eye more solemn dress'd:
When straight, methought, the fair majestic Power
Of Liberty appear'd. Not, as of old,
Extended in her hand the cap, and rod,
Whose slave-enlarging touch gave double life:
But her bright temples bound with British oak,
And naval honours nodded on her brow.
Sublime of port: loose o'er her shoulder flow'd
Her sea-green robe, with constellations gay.
An island-goddess now; and her high care
The Queen of Isles, the mistress of the main.
My heart beat filial transport at the sight;
And, as she moved to speak, the awaken'd Muse
Listen'd intense. Awhile she look'd around,
With mournful eye the well known ruins mark'd,
And then, her sighs repressing, thus began:
(Part I, ll. 21-39, pp. 43)",2011-05-27 13:39:24 UTC,"""Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought / Unfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic hand / Led me anew o'er all the solemn scene, / Still in the mind's pure eye more solemn dress'd.""",2003-11-24 00:00:00 UTC,"",Mind's Eye,2006-04-18,"",Liberty makes her appearance,"HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""mind"" and ""eye""",11993,4566
"'Not so the Samian sage; to him belongs
The brightest witness of recording Fame.
For these free states his native isle forsook,
And a vain tyrant's transitory smile,
He sought Crotona's pure salubrious air;
And through Great Greece his gentle wisdom taught;
Wisdom that calm'd for listening years the mind,
Nor ever heard amid the storm of zeal.
His mental eye first launch'd into the deeps
Of boundless ether; where unnumber'd orbs,
Myriads on myriads, through the pathless sky
Unerring roll, and wind their steady way.
There he the full consenting choir beheld;
There first discern'd the secret band of love,
The kind attraction, that to central suns
Binds circling earths, and world with world unites.
Instructed thence, he great ideas form'd
Of the whole-moving, all-informing God,
The Sun of beings! beaming unconfined
Light, life, and love, and ever active power:
Whom nought can image, and who best approves
The silent worship of the moral heart,
That joys in bounteous Heaven, and spreads the joy.
Nor scorn'd the soaring sage to stoop to life,
And bound his reason to the sphere of man.
He gave the four yet reigning virtues name;
Inspired the study of the finer arts,
That civilize mankind, and laws devised
Where with enlighten'd justice mercy mix'd.
He e'en, into his tender system, took
Whatever shares the brotherhood of life:
He taught that life's indissoluble flame,
From brute to man, and man to brute again,
For ever shifting, runs the eternal round;
Thence tried against the blood-polluted meal,
And limbs yet quivering with some kindred soul,
To turn the human heart. Delightful truth!
Had he beheld the living chain ascend,
And not a circling form but rising whole.
(Part III, ll. 32-70, p. 74-5)",2013-06-20 20:33:24 UTC,"""His mental eye first launch'd into the deeps of boundless ether; where unnumber'd orbs, / Myriads on myriads, through the pathless sky / Unerring roll, and wind their steady way.""",2003-11-28 00:00:00 UTC,"",Mind's Eye,,Eye,Pythagoras,HDIS (Poetry),11996,4566
"'This firm republic, that against the blast
Of opposition rose; that (like an oak,
Nursed on ferocious Algidum, whose boughs
Still stronger shoot beneath the rigid axe,)
By loss, by slaughter, from the steel itself,
E'en force and spirit drew; smit with the calm,
The dead serene of prosperous fortune, pined.
Nought now her weighty legions could oppose;
Her terror once, on Afric's tawny shore,
Now smoked in dust, a stabling now for wolves;
And every dreaded power received the yoke.
Besides, destructive, from the conquer'd East,
In the soft plunder came that worst of plagues,
That pestilence of mind, a fever'd thirst
For the false joys which Luxury prepares.
Unworthy joys! that wasteful leave behind
No mark of honour, in reflecting hour,
No secret ray to glad the conscious soul;
At once involving in one ruin wealth,
And wealth-acquiring powers: while stupid self,
Of narrow gust, and hebetating sense,
Devour the nobler faculties of bliss.
Hence Roman virtue slacken'd into sloth;
Security relax'd the softening state;
And the broad eye of government lay closed.
No more the laws inviolable reign'd,
And public weal no more: but party raged;
And partial power, and license unrestrain'd,
Let Discord through the deathful city loose.
First, mild Tiberius, on thy sacred head
The fury's vengeance fell; the first, whose blood
Had since the consuls stain'd contending Rome.
Of precedent pernicious! with thee bled
Three hundred Romans; with thy brother, next,
Three thousand more: till, into battles turn'd
Debates of peace, and forced the trembling laws,
The Forum and Comitia horrid grew,
A scene of barter'd power, or reeking gore.
When, half-ashamed, Corruption's thievish arts,
And ruffian force begin to sap the mounds
And majesty of laws; if not in time
Repress'd severe, for human aid too strong
The torrent turns, and overbears the whole.
(Part III, ll. 361-403, p. 82-3)",2013-06-20 20:34:34 UTC,"""In the soft plunder came that worst of plagues, / That pestilence of mind, a fever'd thirst / For the false joys which Luxury prepares.""",2003-11-28 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS (Poetry),11997,4566
"'Lo! damn'd to wealth, at what a gross expense
They purchase disappointment, pain, and shame.
Instead of hearty hospitable cheer,
See! how the hall with brutal riot flows;
While in the foaming flood, fermenting, steep'd,
The country maddens into party rage.
Mark! those digraceful piles of wood and stone;
Those parks and gardens, where, his haunts betrimm'd,
And nature by presumptuous art oppress'd,
The woodland genius mourns. See! the full board
That steams disgust, and bowls that give no joy;
No truth invited there, to feed the mind;
Nor wit, the wine-rejoicing reason quaffs.
Hark! how the dome with insolence resounds,
With those retain'd by vanity to scare
Repose and friends. To tyrant fashion, mark!
The costly worship paid, to the broad gaze
Of fools. From still delusive day to day,
Led an eternal round of lying hope,
See! self-abandon'd, how they roam adrift,
Dash'd o'er the town, a miserable wreck!
Then to adore some warbling eunuch turn'd,
With Midas' ears they crowd; or to the buzz
Of masquerade unblushing: or, to show
Their scorn of nature, at the tragic scene
They mirthful sit, or prove the comic true.
But, chief, behold! around the rattling board,
The civil robbers ranged; and e'en the fair,
The tender fair, each sweetness laid aside,
As fierce for plunder as all-licensed troops
In some sack'd city. Thus dissolved their wealth,
Without one generous luxury dissolved,
Or quarter'd on it many a needless want,
At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe;
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,
And for their falsehood each despising each;
Till shook their patron by the wintry winds,
Wide flies the wither'd shower, and leaves him bare.
O far superior Afric's sable sons,
By merchant pilfer'd, to these willing slaves!
And rich, as unsqueezed favourite, to them,
Is he who can his virtue boast alone!
(Part V, ll. 157-99, pp. 131-2)",2013-06-10 18:39:43 UTC,"""See! the full board / That steams disgust, and bowls that give no joy; / No truth invited there, to feed the mind; / Nor wit, the wine-rejoicing reason quaffs.""",2003-12-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,12000,4566
"'I see the fountains purged! whence life derives
A clear or turbid flow; see the young mind
Not fed impure by chance, by flattery fool'd,
Or by scholastic jargon bloated proud,
But fill'd and nourish'd by the light of truth.
Then, beam'd through fancy the refining ray,
And pouring on the heart, the passions feel
At once informing light and moving flame;
Till moral, public, graceful action crowns
The whole. Behold! the fair contention glows,
In all that mind or body can adorn,
And form to life. Instead of barren heads,
Barbarian pedants, wrangling sons of pride,
And truth-perplexing metaphysic wits,
Men, patriots, chiefs, and citizens are form'd.
(Part V, ll. 597-611, p. 143)",2009-09-14 19:36:29 UTC,"The young mind may be fed impurities and bloated with ""scholastic jargon"" or it may be ""fill'd and nourish'd by the light of truth""",2003-12-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•Sambrook translates ""fountains"" as universities (p. 378n).
•Mixing. How is one to be fed with light?
•There is more going on in the lines just below but I have tended to avoid rays of light--see catalogues of usage in MS Word. ",HDIS,12004,4566
"But! Oh! Thou Vision Beatific! Where
Shall we find Words thy Wonders to declare?
Impossible: This perfect, highest Good
Can never, 'till Enjoy'd, be Understood.
See the Invisible? No; not as Men
Each other see; but with Angelick Ken,
With the Mind's Eye. Ev'n to Corporeal Sight,
With Emanations of transcendent Light,
He who is God, as well as Man, shall shine;
His glorious Body darting Rays divine,
Thro' the immeasurable Space: As We
Like Stars of diff'rent Magnitudes shall be,
The radiant Sun to all Those Stars is He:
The Sun of Righteousness[1]--But This the least:
The Mind with God's bright Vision shall be blest.",2009-09-14 19:37:10 UTC,"""No; not as Men / Each other see; but with Angelick Ken, / With the Mind's Eye. Ev'n to Corporeal Sight, / With Emanations of transcendent Light, / He who is God, as well as Man, shall shine; / His glorious Body darting Rays divine""",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,"",Mind's Eye,,Eye,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""eye"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12600,4752
"When bodies only are to bodies dear,
The danger there consists in being near;
And, when the fair, the soft contagion spy,
Discretion calls 'em--and 'tis wise, to fly.
But, where associate spirits catch the flame,
Flight is a cruel, and a fruitless aim.
Souls have no sexes; and if minds agree,
Parting is dying, to set fancy free.
(p. 27; cf. pp. 21-2 in 1734 miscellany)",2014-06-11 18:55:10 UTC,"""Souls have no sexes; and if minds agree, / Parting is dying, to set fancy free.""",2014-06-11 18:55:10 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,23945,4918