work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 6109,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Oh! thou, whose ear with pleasure hears my strains,
Whose heart participates my joys, and pains!
Like a mere vain, and versifying elf,
Let me refer yet longer to myself:
In Twickenham's vicinage, oh! let me turn
An ardent look to Pope's funereal urn!
Shall I forget, on thy convivial day,
How inspiration dignified my way!--
The fane of Twickenham oped; thy poet found
The strong effects of consecrated ground:
Now warmth, now chillness through my vitals crept;
My heart's pulsation paused, and now it leapt.
The spot was shown me where his ashes lie;
I viewed the grave with reverential eye:
The aile seemed jealous for the mighty dead,
And bade his humble votary softly tread:
My mind's impressions met my listening ear;
And Echo said,--""
The God of Pope is here.""
Ye bards, how great Heaven's intellectual plan
Was shown, in forming our stupendous man!
His image raised me far from earth; at once
I pitied Warton, and each impious dunce:
The church I left, with just ideas stored;
Admired the poet, but the God adored.",,16142,"","""My mind's impressions met my listening ear; / And Echo said,--""The God of Pope is here.""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:45:51 UTC,""