theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","The ""Great Father's Character"" may be found ""Visibly stampt upon the Hero's mind.""",3954,Impressions,"Found again searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10282,2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,2011-06-16 20:06:41 UTC,,"•Editors: ""P takes from Horace's Carmen Secularae little more than the title and general theme"" (p. 876).","XXXIX.
No longer shall their wretched Zeal adore
Ideas of destructive Power,
Spirits that hurt, and Godheads that devour:
New Incense They shall bring, new Altars raise,
And fill their Temples with a Stranger's Praise;
When the Great Father's Character They find
Visibly stampt upon the Hero's Mind;
And own a present Deity confest,
In Valour that preserv'd, and Power that bless'd.
(p. 179, ll. 503-511)
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"","""This made the first impression in his mind / Above, but just above, the brutal kind.""",3972,Impressions,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10311,2005-05-12 00:00:00 UTC,2011-06-06 03:04:50 UTC,2011-06-05,•INTEREST. Continues differentiating animals from men: animals without judgment. ,"What not his father's care, nor tutor's art,
Could plant with pains in his unpolished heart,
The best instructor, love, at once inspired,
As barren grounds to fruitfulness are fired;
Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
His gross material soul at once could find
Somewhat in her excelling all her kind;
Exciting a desire till then unknown,
Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone.
This made the first impression in his mind,
Above, but just above, the brutal kind.
For beasts can like, but not distinguish too,
Nor their own liking by reflection know;
Nor why they like or this or t'other face,
Or judge of this, or that peculiar grace;
But love in gross, and stupidly admire;
As flies, allured by light, approach the fire.
Thus our man-beast, advancing by degrees,
First likes the whole, then separates what he sees;
On several parts a several praise bestows,
The ruby lips, the well-proportioned nose,
The snowy skin, the raven-glossy hair,
The dimpled cheek, the forehead rising fair,
And, even in sleep itself, a smiling air.
From thence his eyes descending viewed the rest,
Her plump round arms, white hands, and heaving breast.
Long on the last he dwelt, though every part
A pointed arrow sped to pierce his heart.",Translations from Boccace
"","""In what figure shall I give his Heart the first Impression? There is a great deal in the first impression.""",3959,Impression,"Looking up ""Sterling"" in the OED",10312,2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC,,"",How shall I receive him? In what figure shall I give his Heart the first Impression? There is a great deal in the first impression.,""
"","""But left th'Impression deep upon my Mind / Of DUNCOMB honour'd, and AUGUSTA kind.""",4121,Impressions,"Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in C-H Lion's Poems on Affairs of State",10583,2005-05-12 00:00:00 UTC,2013-08-08 15:58:49 UTC,,"","I here had answer'd but the Dame withdrew;
And with Her Sleep retir'd, and left me too:
But left th'Impression deep upon my Mind
Of DUNCOMB honour'd, and AUGUSTA kind.
Ah Heav'n! I cry'd, let him but Prospe'rous be,
And 'tis no matter what becomes of me.",Vol. I. Epistles From the Country.
"","""But if a Love of the sublimest Kind / Can make Impressions on a gen'rous Mind:""",4357,Impression,"Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11450,2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:35:54 UTC,,"","Sometimes I please my self, and think you are
Too good, to make me wretched by Despair.
That Tenderness, which in your Soul is plac'd,
Will move you to Compassion sure at last.
But when I come to take a serious View
Of my own Merits, I despond of you,
For what can Delia, beauteous Delia see,
To raise in her the least Esteem of me?
I've nought that can encourage my Address,
My Fortune's little; and my Worth is less.
But if a Love of the sublimest Kind
Can make Impressions on a gen'rous Mind:
If all has real Value, that's Divine,
There cannot be a nobler Flame than mine.",""
"","""Or how the Mem'ry does th' Impression take / Of Things, and to the Mind restores 'em back.""",4358,Impression,"Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""soul""",11451,2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:35:54 UTC,,"","Bold is the Wretch, and blasphemous the Man,
Who, Finite, will attempt to Scan
The Works of Him that's infinitely Wise,
And those he cannot Comprehend, denies;
As if a space Immense were measurable by a Span.
Thus the proud Sceptick will not own
That Providence the World directs,
Or its Affair inspects,
But leaves it to it self alone.
How does it with Almighty Grandeur suit,
To be concern'd with our Impertinence;
Or interpose his Power for the Defence
Of a poor Mortal, or a senseless Brute?
Villains could never so successful prove,
And unmolested in those Pleasures live,
Which Honour, Ease, and Affluence give:
While such as Heaven adore, and Virtue love,
And most the care of Providence deserve,
Oppress'd with Pain, and Ignominy starve.
What Reason can the wisest show,
Why Murder does unpunish'd go?
If the most High, that's Just and Good,
Intends and governs all below;
And yet regards not the loud Cries of guiltless Blood.
But shall we things unsearchable deny,
Because our Reason cannot tell us why
They are allow'd or acted by the Deity?
'Tis equally above the reach of Thought
To comprehend, how Matter should be brought
From Nothing, as Existent be
From all Eternity.
And yet that Matter is, we feel and see,
Nor is it easier to define
What Ligatures the Soul and Body join:
Or how the Mem'ry does th' Impression take
Of Things, and to the Mind restores 'em back.","Providence, V."
"","""No Pen can describe it, no Tongue can express it, no Thought conceive it, unless some of those who were in the Extremity of it; and who, being touch'd with a due sense of the sparing Mercy of their Maker, retain the deep Impressions of his Goodness upon their Minds, tho' the Danger be past: and of those I doubt the Number is but few.""",7473,Impressions,Searching in C-H Lion,20914,2013-06-17 21:16:33 UTC,2013-06-17 21:16:33 UTC,,"","In short, Horror and Confusion seiz'd upon all, whether on Shore or at Sea: No Pen can describe it, no Tongue can express it, no Thought conceive it, unless some of those who were in the Extremity of it; and who, being touch'd with a due sense of the sparing Mercy of their Maker, retain the deep Impressions of his Goodness upon their Minds, tho' the Danger be past: and of those I doubt the Number is but few.
(p. 53)",""
"","""So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression.""",7553,Impressions,C-H Lion,21942,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,,fixing punctuation error in C-H Lion,"MIRZA.
Indeed I did, then favour'd by the King,
And by that means a sharer in the secret.
'Twas on a day of publick Festival,
When Beauteous Artemisa stood to view,
Behind the Covert of a Golden Lattice,
When King and Court returning from the Temple;
When just as by her stand Arsaces past,
The Windows, by design or chance, fell down,
And to his view expos'd her blushing Beauties.
She seem'd surpriz'd, and presently withdrew,
But ev'n that moment was an age in Love:
So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded,
So apt to take at first the soft impression.
Soon as we were alone, I found the Evil
Already past a Remedy, and vainly
Urg'd the resentment of her Injur'd Lord:
His Love was deaf to all.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)","Act I, scene i"
"","""Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul.""",7553,Impressions,C-H Lion,21963,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,,"","ARTABAN.
Nay then 'tis time I should Assert my self,
And tho' you gave me Birth; yet from the God's
(Who made my Father be as he was, Royal,
And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul;)
I Claim my Right to Empire; may I fall
Vile and forgotten if I Ever own
Any Superiour Being but those God's.
(IV.i, p. 43)","Act IV, scene i"
"","""And, as the soften'd Wax new Seals receives, / This Face assumes, and that Impression leaves; / Now call'd by one, now by another Name; / The Form is only chang'd, the Wax is still the same.""",7163,Impressions,Reading,23861,2014-05-26 20:19:34 UTC,2014-05-26 20:19:34 UTC,,USE IN ENTRY?,"Then, Death, so call'd, is but old Matter dress'd
In some new Figure, and a vary'd Vest:
Thus all Things are but alter'd, nothing dies;
And here and there th' unbodied Spirit flies,
By Time, or Force, or Sickness dispossest,
And lodges, where it lights, in Man or Beast;
Or hunts without, till ready Limbs it find,
And actuates those according to their kind;
From Tenement to Tenement is toss'd;
The Soul is still the same, the Figure only lost:
And, as the soften'd Wax new Seals receives,
This Face assumes, and that Impression leaves;
Now call'd by one, now by another Name;
The Form is only chang'd, the Wax is still the same:
So Death, so call'd, can but the Form deface,
Th' immortal Soul flies out in empty space;
To seek her Fortune in some other Place.
(p. 512, cf. p. 821 in OUP)",""