work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4274,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"On Tibur's Shore new Vineyards plant,
For 'tis the only Tree we want;
The Gods ne'er made a nobler Tree!
The Gods love drunken Souls like me.
They have a thousand Plagues in store
For sober Sots, whom Cares devour.
At Sight of Bacchus, Sorrows fly,
Spleen vanishes, and Vapours die.
Who in his Cups e'er made Complaint
Of pinching Penury and Want?
Or durst recite in rueful Strain
The Toils he bore the last Campaign?
When sparkling Bowls our Hours improve:
Then all our Talk is Wine and Love.
But still the Centaurs bloody War
Bids us of Strife and Blows take Care;
We know what Bacchus did in Thrace,
Nor will too far indulge the Glass.
Let Reason still keep in its Light,
And still distinguish Wrong from Right.
God of the Grape, I'll wisely use
Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose
Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage
My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage:
Lest to new hateful Crimes I run:
Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne,
And wretched I to open Day
The Secrets of the Night betray,
And my Heart transparent grow,
Clear as the Glass, that makes it so.
",,11171,"","""God of the Grape, I'll wisely use / Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose / Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage / My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage: / Lest to new hateful Crimes I run: / Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne, / And wretched I to open Day / The Secrets of the Night betray, / And my Heart transparent grow, / Clear as the Glass, that makes it so.""",Empire,2014-08-18 20:43:15 UTC,""
4626,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"That last best effort of thy skill,
To form the life, and rule the will,
Propitious power! impart:
Teach me to cool my passion's fires,
Make me the judge of my desires,
The master of my heart.
(Cf. IX, p. 544. in GM)",2011-06-10,12192,Confirmed in 1739 GM.,"""Teach me to cool my passion's fires, / Make me the judge of my desires / The master of my heart.""",Court,2014-02-18 03:03:17 UTC,""
5366,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-10-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus ambition grasps
The empire of the soul: thus pale revenge
Unsheaths her murderous dagger; and the hands
Of lust and rapine, with unholy arts,
Watch to o'erturn the barrier of the laws
That keeps them from their prey: thus all the plagues
The wicked bear, or o'er the trembling scene
The tragic muse discloses, under shapes
Of honour, safety, pleasure, ease or pomp,
Stole first into the mind. Yet not by all
Those lying forms which fancy in the brain
Engenders, are the kindling passions driven,
To guilty deeds; nor reason bound in chains,
That vice alone may lord it: oft adorn'd
With solemn pageants, folly mounts the throne,
And plays her idiot-anticks, like a queen.
A thousand garbs she wears; a thousand ways
She wheels her giddy empire.
(p. 73-4, Bk. III, ll. 53-70)",2011-06-11,14396,There was a duplicate: I deleted it (8/7/2013),"""Yet not by all / Those lying forms which fancy in the brain / Engenders, are the kindling passions driven, / To guilty deeds; nor reason bound in chains, / That vice alone may lord it: oft adorn'd / With solemn pageants, folly mounts the throne, / And plays her idiot-anticks, like a queen. / A thousand garbs she wears; a thousand ways / She wheels her giddy empire.""","",2013-08-07 17:14:01 UTC,Book III
5772,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 19:21:09 UTC,"What! must the soul her pow'rs dispense
To raise and swell the joys of sense?--
Know too, the joys of sense controul,
And clog the motions of the soul;
Forbid her pinions to aspire,
Damp and impair her native fire:
And sure as Sense (that tyrant!) reigns,
She holds the empress, Soul, in chains.
Inglorious bondage to the mind,
Heaven-born, sublime, and unconfin'd!
She's independent, fair, and great,
And justly claims a large estate;
She asks no borrow'd aids to shine,
She boasts within a golden mine;
But, like the treasures of Peru,
Her wealth lies deep, and far from view.
Say, shall the man who knows her worth,
Debase her dignity and birth;
Or e'er repine at Heaven's decree,
Who kindly gave her leave to be;
Call'd her from nothing into day,
And built her tenement of clay?
Hear and accept me for your guide,
(Reason shall ne'er desert your side.)
Who listens to my wiser voice,
Can't but applaud his Maker's choice;
Pleas'd with that First and Sov'reign Cause,
Pleas'd with unerring Wisdom's laws;
Secure, since Sov'reign Goodness reigns,
Secure, since Sov'reign Pow'r obtains.
(pp. 77-8; cf. pp. 126-7 in 1752 ed.)",,18867,Can't find in 1751. CONFIRMED in 1752 in ECCO.,"""Know too, the joys of sense controul, / And clog the motions of the soul; / Forbid her pinions to aspire, / Damp and impair her native fire: / And sure as Sense (that tyrant!) reigns, / She holds the empress, Soul, in chains.""",Empire and Fetters,2013-10-02 16:48:01 UTC,Death -- Vision the Last
7410,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"Queen. In such an endless Maze I rove,
Lost in Labyrinths of Love,
My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns,
While Fear and Rage
With Hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.
(I.i, p. 3)",,20542,"","""Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.""","",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"Act I, Scene i"
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"LAURA.
He says that, tho' he were not nobly born,
Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave,
Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning
Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness:
That every easy Virtue is his own;
Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd,
Implanted in his Soul--Chiefly one Charm
He in his graceful Character observes:
That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience,
And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature,
Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check
Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper,
And gentle Softness.
(I.i)",,21237,"","Chiefly one Charm / He in his graceful Character observes: / That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience, / And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature, / Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check / Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper, / And gentle Softness.""","",2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7554,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-23 02:14:45 UTC,"MENTOR.
And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge,
And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul;
That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery Passions,
To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course,
To bear with Accidents, and ev'ry Change
Of various Life, to struggle with Adversity,
To wait the Leisure of the righteous Gods,
'Till they, in their own good appointed Hour,
Shall bid thy better Days come forth at once,
A long and shining Train; 'till thou well pleas'd
Shalt bow, and bless thy Fate, and own the Gods are just.
(I.i, p. 1)",,21972,"","""And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge, / And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul; / That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery Passions, / To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course.""","",2013-07-23 02:14:45 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7643,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-23 02:21:07 UTC,"At length the Fame of England's Heroe drew
Eugenio to the glorious Interview;
Great Souls by Instinct to each other turn,
Demand Alliance, and in Friendship burn;
A sudden Friendship, while with stretch'd out Rays
They meet each other, mingling Blaze with Blaze.
Polish'd in Courts, and harden'd in the Field,
Renown'd for Conquest, and in Council skill'd,
Their Courage dwells not in a troubl'd Flood
Of mounting Spirits, and fermenting Blood;
Lodg'd in the Soul, with Virtue over-rul'd,
Inflam'd by Reason, and by Reason cool'd,
In Hours of Peace content to be unknown,
And only in the Field of Battel shown:
To Souls like these, in mutual Friendship join'd,
Heav'n dares entrust the Cause of Human kind.
(p. 6)",,22542,"","""Polish'd in Courts, and harden'd in the Field, / Renown'd for Conquest, and in Council skill'd, / Their Courage dwells not in a troubl'd Flood / Of mounting Spirits, and fermenting Blood; / Lodg'd in the Soul, with Virtue over-rul'd, / Inflam'd by Reason, and by Reason cool'd, / In Hours of Peace content to be unknown, / And only in the Field of Battel shown.""","",2013-08-23 02:21:07 UTC,""
7728,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:56:22 UTC,"In vain I call, my clasping Arms you shun,
And waking find the dear Delusion gone.
Thus, does Ardelia hunt thy boding Dream;
Does she like thee all cold and cruel seem?
Or does the pensive Shade soft Sorrows wear,
Heave the faint Sigh, and shed the mimick Tear?
On thy lov'd Breast her painful Head recline,
And tell thee that her Torments equal thine.
Why can I not this fatal Flame remove?
Or why, O why is it a Crime to love?
By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway,
As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray;
My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear,
And Love and Virtue wage unequal War:
Now all its sacred Precepts I pursue,
Lost for a while is every Thought of you.
(p. 79)",,22993,"","""Why can I not this fatal Flame remove? / Or why, O why is it a Crime to love? / By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway, / As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray; / My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear, / And Love and Virtue wage unequal War.""","",2013-10-14 02:56:22 UTC,""
4906,"",Reading,2014-06-11 21:09:06 UTC,"Excited, thus, the smother'd fire, at length,
Bursts into blaze, and burns, with open strength:
That image, which, before, but sooth'd the mind,
Now lords it there, and rages, unconfined.
Mixing with all our thoughts it wastes the day,
And when night comes, it dreams the soul away.
Pungent impatience tingles in each vein,
And the sick bosom throbs, with aking pain.
(pp. 202-3; cf. 196 in 1726 miscellany)",,23951,"","""Excited, thus, the smother'd fire, at length, / Bursts into blaze, and burns, with open strength: / That image, which, before, but sooth'd the mind, / Now lords it there, and rages, unconfined""","",2014-06-11 21:10:29 UTC,""