theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""O stamp upon my Soul / Some blissful Image of the fair Deceas'd / To call my Passions and my Eyes aside / From the dear breathless Clay.""",4052,Impressions,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again",10492,2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,2011-07-20 13:14:07 UTC,2011-07-20,"Reviewed 2009-03-23.
Updated text to match 1709 2nd edition in ECCO.
"," Or lies she now before th' Eternal Throne
Prostrate in humble Form, with deep Devotion
O'erwhelm'd, and Self-abasement at the Sight
Of the uncover'd God-head Face to Face?
Seraphic Crowns pay Homage at his Feet,
And Hers amongst them, not of dimmer Oar,
Nor set with meaner Gems: But vain Ambition,
And Emulation vain, and fond Conceit,
And Pride for ever banish'd flies the Place,
Curst Pride, the Dres of Hell. Tell me, Urania,
How her Joys heighten, and her golden Hours
Circle in Love. O stamp upon my Soul
Some blissful Image of the fair Deceas'd
To call my Passions and my Eyes aside
From the dear breathless Clay, Distressing Sight!
I look and mourn and gaze with greedy View
Of melancholy Fondness; Tears bedewing
That Form so late desir'd, so late belov'd,
Now loathsome and unlovely. Base Disease,
That leagu'd with Nature's sharpest Pains, and spoil'd
So sweet a Structure! The impoysoning Taint
O'erspreads the Building wrought with Skill divine,
And ruins the rich Temple to the Dust!
(p. 306-7)",Book III. Sacred to the Memory of the Dead
"","""Never from my repenting Thoughts depart, / But stand, like Brass, imprinted in my Heart.""",4335,Impression,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),11390,2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:35:51 UTC,,•I've included twice: Metal and Writing,"What Pennance could I bear, to now retrieve
Such spotless Vertue from the silent Grave?
Kingdoms and Crowns I could with Joy resign,
Nay, the whole World to save her, were it mine:
But 'tis, alas! O! foolish Man, too late
To now redeem her from insulting Fate.
Farewel, thou best of Women, since thy Charms
Are early fled from my unworthy Arms,
Thy dying Words shall melt my stony Breast,
And pierce my weeping Soul whilst thou art blest;
Never from my repenting Thoughts depart,
But stand, like Brass, imprinted in my Heart.
","Dialogue III. Between a dying Wife, and a profligate Husband."
"","""Death brings all Persons back to an Equality; and this Image of it, this Slumber of the Mind, leaves no Difference between the greatest Genius and the meanest Understanding: A Faculty of doing things remarkably praise-worthy thus concealed, is of no more use to the Owner, than a Heap of Gold to the Man who dares not use it.""",7899,Metal,"Searching in Project Gutenberg (PGDP) e-text. Confirmed in Bond.",23881,2014-06-05 20:11:15 UTC,2014-06-05 20:11:15 UTC,,"","'I can stifle any violent Inclination, and oppose a Torrent of Anger, or the Sollicitations of Revenge, with Success. But Indolence is a Stream which flows slowly on, but yet undermines the Foundation of every Virtue. A Vice of a more lively Nature were a more desirable Tyrant than this Rust of the Mind, which gives a Tincture of its Nature to every Action of ones Life. It were as little Hazard to be lost in a Storm, as to lye thus perpetually becalmed: And it is to no Purpose to have within one the Seeds of a thousand good Qualities, if we want the Vigour and Resolution necessary for the exerting them. Death brings all Persons back to an Equality; and this Image of it, this Slumber of the Mind, leaves no Difference between the greatest Genius and the meanest Understanding: A Faculty of doing things remarkably praise-worthy thus concealed, is of no more use to the Owner, than a Heap of Gold to the Man who dares not use it.
(Cf. III, pp. 148-9 in Bond ed.)",""