work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 5863,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"England, brave nation, of an honest mind,
Yet often dup'd as credulously blind;
Too apt, when artifice obstructs thy view,
To shrink from fancied ills, and scorn the true;
Learn, when thy neighbour of superb pretence,
Whose feelings are too quick for sober sense;
Learn, when assuming France, by Folly led,
Might best awaken thy judicious dread:
Not in the hour when, spurning base controul,
She pluck'd the iron from her wounded soul;
Not in the hour when Indignation's arm
O'erthrew her proud Bastile, as with a charm,
And gave to festive Joy the vacant space,
Nobly disburthen'd of Earth's dark disgrace:
No--in her ancient calm, her nerveless hour
Of tame submission to despotic power,
France might excite more reasonable fear,
Than all her armies in their first career;
For, when in Tyranny's cold grasp she lay,
And strove to smile her sense of wrongs away,
On her soft breast a specious Fiend she nurs'd,
Of all insinuating fiends the worst:
Pleas'd to empoison nations with her breath,
And sow the viewless seeds of public death;
To deaden virtue, to dispirit joy,
And all the energies of life destroy.
For in the minds that, fearful of deceit,
Slowly embrace this fascinating cheat,
Reason, self-puzzled, loses all its skill,
To mark th'eternal bounds of good and ill;
To them Religion's sweet seraphic face
Appears the sickly mask of sour grimace:
Man, her dear charge, they deem a moving clod,
And, deaf to the paternal voice of God,
Despise the gift his gracious power bestow'd,
Feeling existence a lethargic load.
(pp. 16-9, ll. 215-50)",,15597,•INTEREST.Use in entry?,"France ""spurning base controul ... pluck'd the iron from her wounded soul [and] O'erthrew her proud Bastile, as with a charm""
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