theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""A thousand Griefs attending on the same. / Which march in ranck and file, proceed to make / A Battery, and the fort of Life to take.""",3191,"",Reading,8412,2003-11-03 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:33:34 UTC,2009-03-23,"","While man unmarr'd abode, his Spirits all
In Vivid hue were active in their hall,
This Spotless Body; here and there mentain
Their traffick for the Universall gain,
Till Sin Beat up for Volunteers. Whence came
A thousand Griefs attending on the same.
Which march in ranck and file, proceed to make
A Battery, and the fort of Life to take.
Which when the Centinalls did spy, the Heart
Did beate alarum up in every part.
The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby
Exposde to danger great suburbs ly,
The which they do desert, and speedily
The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify,
The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call
Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all
Which quickly come hence: now the Looks grow pale,
Limbs feeble too: the Enemies prevaile:
Do scale the Outworks where there's Scarce a Scoute
That can be Spi'de sent from the Castle out.
(p. 34)",""
"","""Which when the Centinalls did spy, the Heart / Did beate alarum up in every part.""",3191,"",Reading,8413,2003-11-03 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:33:34 UTC,2009-03-23,"","While man unmarr'd abode, his Spirits all
In Vivid hue were active in their hall,
This Spotless Body; here and there mentain
Their traffick for the Universall gain,
Till Sin Beat up for Volunteers. Whence came
A thousand Griefs attending on the same.
Which march in ranck and file, proceed to make
A Battery, and the fort of Life to take.
Which when the Centinalls did spy, the Heart
Did beate alarum up in every part.
The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby
Exposde to danger great suburbs ly,
The which they do desert, and speedily
The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify,
The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call
Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all
Which quickly come hence: now the Looks grow pale,
Limbs feeble too: the Enemies prevaile:
Do scale the Outworks where there's Scarce a Scoute
That can be Spi'de sent from the Castle out.
(p. 34)",""
"","""The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby / Exposde to danger great suburbs ly, / The which they do desert, and speedily / The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify, / The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call / Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all / Which quickly come hence.""",3191,Inhabitants,Reading,8414,2003-11-03 00:00:00 UTC,2013-06-12 17:31:00 UTC,2009-04-14,• This poem actually continues but the photocopy I am working from is cut short.,"While man unmarr'd abode, his Spirits all
In Vivid hue were active in their hall,
This Spotless Body; here and there mentain
Their traffick for the Universall gain,
Till Sin Beat up for Volunteers. Whence came
A thousand Griefs attending on the same.
Which march in ranck and file, proceed to make
A Battery, and the fort of Life to take.
Which when the Centinalls did spy, the Heart
Did beate alarum up in every part.
The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby
Exposde to danger great suburbs ly,
The which they do desert, and speedily
The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify,
The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call
Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all
Which quickly come hence: now the Looks grow pale,
Limbs feeble too: the Enemies prevaile:
Do scale the Outworks where there's Scarce a Scoute
That can be Spi'de sent from the Castle out.
(p. 34)",""
"","""Peace brings him in, Olive his Temples binds, / And his great virtues conquer hearts and minds.""",3619,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""conque"" and ""heart""",9392,2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,2011-12-21 18:13:15 UTC,,•INTEREST. The metaphor is elaborated with another metaphor: Conquest and Light. The second metaphor is then tucked within the first? REVISIT and think about this strange case. A new paradigm? Not really a mixed metaphor... or is it?," 'Tis not by bloody Arms, or dreadful War
(Those helps to lesse beloved Monarchs ar')
That he must conquer and assume his right;
The splendor of his conquest shines more bright:
Peace brings him in, Olive his Temples binds,
And his great virtues conquer hearts and minds.
Thus Phæbus conquers with a gentle ray,
The foggy mists that overcloud the day:
",""
"","""[T]hrough ev'ry Breast [Faith] goes, invades their Minds, which, all-possest / By her great Deitie, each Soul doth prove / Her Altar, burning by her Sacred Love""",3618,Empire,"Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9394,2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:11 UTC,,•Translated from Silius Italicus.
•I've included twice: Invasion and Altar,"These Ruins of his Citie from the Skie,
Alcides look'd on, with a mournfull Eye,
But all in vain; for him the strict command,
And fear of his great Father Jove withstand,
That he should nothing act 'gainst the Decree
Of his severe Step-Mother. Therefore He,
Concealing his Design, to Faith repairs,
Who in the farthest part of Heav'n, the Cares
Of Deities revolv'd: thus, at her Shrine
He tries Her Counsels: Thou great Power Divine!
Born before Jove himself: who art the Grace,
And Honour both of Gods, and Humane Race,
Consort of Justice, without whom nor Seas,
Nor Earth, can know the benefit of Peace;
A Goddess (where thou art) in every Breast!
Canst thou behold Sagunthus, thus opprest,
Unmov'd? That Citie, which, for Thee alone,
So many, so great ills, hath undergone?
For Thee the People dy, upon Thee, all,
Men, Women, Children, that can speak, do call,
By Famine overcome: from Heaven relieve
Their sad Estate, and some Assistance give.
Thus He; To whom the Heav'nly Maid again
Replies. I see all this, nor is't in vain,
That thus my Leagues infringed are: a Day
Shall come, Alcides, that shall sure repay,
With Vengance these their dire Attempts. But I
Was forc'd from the polluted Earth to fly,
To seek, in Jove's blest Mansions, a Place,
Free from the num'rous Frauds of Humane Race.
I left their Tyrans, that their Scepters hold,
Fearing, as they are Fear'd: that Fury, Gold,
The vile Reward of Treacheries, I left,
And above all, the Men, who now bereft
Of all Humanity, like Beasts by Spoil,
And Rapine, live, while Honour is the Foil
To Luxury, and Modesty by Night,
And her dark Crimes opprest, avoids the Light,
The place of Right, the too imperious Sword
Doth arrogate; and Force alone's Ador'd:
Vertue gives way to Vice; for look upon
The Nations of the Earth, and there is none
Is Innocent; their frequent Fellowship
In Crimes, alone, the Common Peace doth keep.
But that these Walls, erected by thy Hand,
May in the Book of Fame for ever stand,
By an End worthy Thee, and that they may
Not give their Bodies up a Captive Prey,
To the Proud African (which, onely, now
The Fates, and State of Future things allow)
The Honour of their Death will I extend
Beyond the pow'r of Fate, and them commend,
As Patterns, to Posterity, and go,
With their prais'd Souls, unto the Shades below.
This said; The constant Virgin, through the Air,
Descends, and to Sagunthus doth repair,
Then strugling with the Fates: through ev'ry Breast
She goes, invades their Minds, which, all-possest
By her great Deitie, each Soul doth prove
Her Altar, burning by her Sacred Love.
Now, as if Strong again, for Arms they cry,
And in the Fight their weak Endeavours try.
Strength, above Hope, they find, while the sweet Name,
And Honour, of the Goddess doth inflame
Their Hearts; resolved, for her Sake, to dye,
And suffer things, far worse then Death; to try
The Food of Savage Beasts, and Crimes to add
To their Repast: but them chaste Faith forbad
Longer, with so much Guilt, to view the Day,
Or with Man's Flesh their Hunger to allay.",""
"","""She that can Conquer, can reclaim a heart""",3641,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9464,2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,,"","Madam,
As in a Triumph Conquerors admit
Their meanest Captives to attend on it,
Who, though unworthy, have the power confest,
And justifi'd the yielding of the rest:
So when the busie World (in hope t'excuse
Their own surprize) your Conquests do peruse,
And find my name, they will be apt to say,
Your charms were blinded, or else thrown away.
There is no honour got in gaining me,
Who am a prize not worth your Victory.
But this will clear you, that 'tis general,
The worst applaud what is admir'd by all.
But I have plots in't: for the way to be
Secure of fame to all posterity,
Is to obtain the honour I pursue,
To tell the World I was subdu'd by you.
And since in you all wonders common are,
Your Votaries may in your Vertues share,
While you by noble Magick worth impart:
She that can Conquer, can reclaim a heart.
Of this Creation I shall not despair,
Since for your own sake it concerns your care.
For 'tis more honour that the World should know,
You made a noble Soul, than found it so.
",I've included entire poem
"","One may scorn disguise and meaner Arts and ""with a native Honour"" conquer Hearts",3642,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9465,2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,,"•Cross-reference: Derrick's ""To Silvia""","Dry up your tears, there's enough shed by you,
And we must pay our share of Sorrows too.
It is no private loss when such men fall,
The VVorld's concern'd, and Grief is general.
But though of our Misfortune we complain,
To him it is injurious and vain.
For since we know his rich Integrity,
His real Sweetness, and full Harmony;
How free his heart and house were to his Friends,
VVhom he oblig'd without Design or Ends;
How universal was his courtesie,
How clear a Soul, how even, and how high;
How much he scorn'd disguise or meaner Arts,
But with a native Honour conquer'd Hearts;
We must conclude he was a Treasure lent,
Soon weary of this sordid Tenement.
The Age and World deserv'd him not, and he
Was kindly snatch'd from future Misery.
We can scarce say he's Dead, but gone to rest,
And left a Monument in ev'ry breast.
For you to grieve then in this sad excess,
Is not to speak your Love, but make it less.
A noble Soul no Friendship will admit,
But what's Eternal and Divine as it.
The Soul is hid in mortal flesh we know,
And all its weaknesses must undergo,
Till by degrees it does shine forth at length,
And gathers Beauty, Purity, and Strength:
But never yet doth this Immortal Ray
Put on full splendour till it put off Clay:
So Infant Love is in the worthiest breast
By Sense and Passion fetter'd and opprest;
But by degrees it grows still more refin'd,
And scorning clogs, only concerns the mind.
Now as the Soul you lov'd is here set free
From its material gross capacity;
Your Love should follow him now he is gone,
And quitting Passion, put Perfection on.
Such Love as this will its own good deny,
If its dear Object have Felicity.
And since we cannot his great Loss Reprieve,
Let's not lose you in whom he still doth Live.
For while you are by Grief secluded thus,
It doth appear your Funeral to us.
",I've included entire poem
"","""Within my heart Thy [the Lord's] love shall gain, / Such conquests, that the Trophies shall like Heav'n remain""",3643,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9466,2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,,""," Of all Thy Præcepts will I meditate,
And have respect to all Thy Wayes;
Thy Statutes my delight, and love shall raise,
And at Thy Oracle I'll ever waite:
Within my heart Thy love shall gain,
Such conquests, that the Trophies shall like Heav'n remain.
",The Fifth Book of Psalms
"","""I see these are not arts, / To conquer the Madona's hearts""",3696,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9563,2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,,"","Merc.
It so much purpose is for thee
To boast thy Form, and Harmony.
These Cattle care not of a figg
For thy fine frizled Periwigg;
Nor thy well playing of a Jigg:
As little would it profit me
To brag of my activity;
That I can wrestle, leap, and run,
And fell a Rogue with my Battoon.
Nor better favour should I gain
By shewing them Leger-demain.
No, no! I see these are not arts,
To conquer the Madona's hearts;
And we at Bed-time, when all's done,
Shall find that we must lye alone:
Whilst a Mechanick Cripple here,
(Who doubtless does a Vizor wear;
Or has the worst of all ill faces)
Is towsing Venus, and the Graces.
",""
"","""When Conscience had almost (in truth) persuaded / Thee to repent, it was straightway invaded / By thy blind Understanding, and dark mind""",3725,Empire,"Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9633,2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:22 UTC,,"","Theologue.
My patience's not yet tyr'd, my bowels move,
With bended knees shall I now gain thy love
To Jesus Christ? how shall I leave thee quite,
When I behold such terrors, which afright
My trembling Soul? wch soon will thee o're-take,
Unless thou dost with speed this Contract make.
Thy Judgment 'tis which I would fain convince.
Thy danger's great, I do perceive from thence:
When Conscience had almost (in truth) persuaded
Thee to repent, it was straightway invaded
By thy blind Understanding, and dark mind,
From whence thou art to evil still inclin'd.
Thou ofen-times hadst listen'd unto me,
And left thy sin: but they deceived thee,
And chang'd thy thoughts (as Conscience doth relate)
Till thy condition's grown most desperate.
Wilt thou once dare to harbour such a thought;
Because with bloud thy Soul by Christ was bought,
Thou mayest sin, and take thy pleasure here,
And prize the world as equal, nay, more dear
To thee than him? How canst thou be so dark
This to imagine, Soul? I prethee hark;
Did he not bleed, and die upon the Tree.
Thee to redeem from all iniquitie,
And that to him thou shouldst espoused be?
Should a great Prince love a poor Virgin so,
As for her sake ten thousand sorrows know,
And be content at last when all is done,
Another should enjoy her for his own?",""