work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4294,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"""Rude Men, will ye debauch Joacim's Wife,
""Who's Bosom is the Solace of his Life:
""My Virtue cropt, will not Joacim say,
""I'll throw her like a wither'd Weed away,
""Your Motive hath no Force; What's Privicy?
""The supreme Legislator, GOD, is nigh:
""No Solitude excludes his peircing Eye.
""Your Guilt will stretch your Conscience on the Rack,
""You'll be arraign'd, and punish'd for the Fact.
""Dare you, O Judges, break thro' Virtue's Rules?
""Shall God's Vicegerents turn the Devil's Tools?
""Virtue abolish'd, Anguish and Cheeks remains,
""Sathan usurps its Room, the Empire gains;
""He manacles the Soul with adamantine Chains.
""With bosom Rackets, bandy'd too and fro,
""Where shall the helpless, hopeless Sinner go?
""To penal Fire, amongst the damn'd below.
""Plung'd deep in Guilt, Hell triumphs in his Fall,
""The Sinner's Heart is bitter as the Gall:
""Pleasure is grafted upon Innocence;
""Virtue doth Joy, and Peace, and Love dispense.
""Who would not amiable Virtue love,
""Which makes us look on Earth, like Saints above:
""Repent in time your Wickedness of Heart,
""Virtue's the Life, and ornamental Part.
""Check these Emotions doth your Souls invade,
""And hate the hellish lothsome Plot you've laid:
""You know the Statute-Books, When was't you saw,
""Rape and Adult'ry privileged by Law?
""Scandal to ermine Robes, and Judgement-Seat,
""Turn City-Rakes, Intrigue with vain Cocquet.",,11223,•I've included twice: Chains and Manacle,"""He [Satan] manacles the Soul with adamantine Chains.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 06:08:22 UTC,""
4294,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Hypocrisie a gloomy Influence shades:
Truth sits upon the Brow, and Gladness spreads.
Hypocrisie is hollow, and unsound:
Integrity the firm substantial Ground.
The honest Face is plain, no painting there;
Few Plots hath Truth, but all her Plots sincere.
Truth hath such naked Charms, so matchless sweet,
They can't be copied by the Hypocrite;
Some Flaw discovers, till the artful Cheat.
Virtue, like th'ancient legal Ointment is;
None imitated that, none truly this.
God prescrib'd both, his Signature they bear;
All diff'rent Compounds, diff'rant Figures wear.
The Hypocrite, dull languid Motion makes,
His Heart's untouch'd, for all the Pains he takes:
But heav'nly Gales the virtuous Soul doth move,
Which ventilates, and blows the Flame of Love:
Hypocrisie contracts, there is no Room within,
The Heart is fetter'd and enthral'd by Sin.
Virtue delates the Heart, sublimes the Mind,
An elevating Joy the Virtuous find
Disburden'd of their Load, they leap for Joy;
Nought can their Pleasure Damp, their Peace annoy.
Integrity is bold, doth fear no Wrath;
With Looks compos'd, can meet approaching Death:
Smiles up to Heav'n, and Heav'n smiles down again,
The virtuous Soul finds Joy in midst of Pain.
With infant Sweetness, unto Heav'n appeals:
A lasting Friend, when every Creature fails.
Strong Proof of this, see in Joacim's Wife;
Sentenc'd to dy, she appeals the Spring of Life:
She rolls her self on God, to Him she flys,
Aloud to Heaven the pious Pannel cries.
A sacred Silence, struck the suppliant Crowd;
The perjur'd Judges, in Convulsions stood,
While she darts up a Pray'r, as sweet, as loud.
With so much Ardor, is the Insence sent,
(All saw the Devotee was Innocent,)
Pours out a holy Gush with Angels Air;
Zeal dictates Words, she needs not common Prayer.",,11235,•I've included twice: Container and Fetters,"""Hypocrisie contracts, there is no Room within, / The Heart is fetter'd and enthral'd by Sin.""",Fetters,2012-04-27 19:01:20 UTC,""
4317,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Mean time the Thinkers wha are out of Play,
For their ain Comfort kenna what to say;
That the Foundation's loose fain wa'd they shaw,
And think na but the Fabrick soon will fa'.
That's a' but Sham,--for inwardly they fry,
Vext that their Fingers were na in the Pye.
Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully stood afar,
Tholling your Reason great Attempts to mar;
While the brave Dauntless, of sic Fetters free,
Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea:
Where now like Gods they rule each wealthy Jaw,
While you may thump your Pows against the Wa'.
",2010-12-31,11253,"•2nd Foonote from 1721 edition used by Chadwyck Healey gives ""Threw off all the Fetters of Reason, and plung'd gloriously into Confusion.""
•1st, ""Many of just Thinking at that Time were vex'd to see themselves trudging on Foot, when some others of very indifferent Capacities were setting up gilded Equipages; and notwithstanding of all the Doubts they formed against it, yet fretted because they were not so lucky as to have some Shares.""","""Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully stood afar, / Tholling your Reason great Attempts to mar; / While the brave Dauntless, of sic Fetters free, / Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea.""",Fetters,2011-02-09 05:18:40 UTC,""
4566,Mind's Eye,"HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""mind"" and ""eye""",2003-11-24 00:00:00 UTC,"Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought
Unfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic hand
Led me anew o'er all the solemn scene,
Still in the mind's pure eye more solemn dress'd:
When straight, methought, the fair majestic Power
Of Liberty appear'd. Not, as of old,
Extended in her hand the cap, and rod,
Whose slave-enlarging touch gave double life:
But her bright temples bound with British oak,
And naval honours nodded on her brow.
Sublime of port: loose o'er her shoulder flow'd
Her sea-green robe, with constellations gay.
An island-goddess now; and her high care
The Queen of Isles, the mistress of the main.
My heart beat filial transport at the sight;
And, as she moved to speak, the awaken'd Muse
Listen'd intense. Awhile she look'd around,
With mournful eye the well known ruins mark'd,
And then, her sighs repressing, thus began:
(Part I, ll. 21-39, pp. 43)",2006-04-18,11993,Liberty makes her appearance,"""Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought / Unfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic hand / Led me anew o'er all the solemn scene, / Still in the mind's pure eye more solemn dress'd.""","",2011-05-27 13:39:24 UTC,""
4566,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-11-28 00:00:00 UTC,"'Thus tame submitted to the victor's yoke
Greece, once the gay, the turbulent, the bold;
For every grace, and muse, and science born;
With arts of War, of Government, elate;
To tyrants dreadful, dreadful to the best;
Whom I myself could scarcely rule: and thus
The Persian fetters, that inthrall'd the mind,
Were turn'd to formal and apparent chains.
(Part II, ll. 482-489, p. 71)",2011-05-23,11995,Updated 2010-12-31,"""The Persian fetters, that inthrall'd the mind, / Were turn'd to formal and apparent chains.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 18:10:21 UTC,""
6996,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chains"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 20:27:08 UTC,"  Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son,
Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear;
Such Erskine is, who laid the Purple down,
Whom Britain's Senate shall with Pleasure hear:
And He, who now retires, with Honour crown'd,
To the soft Cares of his Paternal Ground.",,18872,"","""Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son, / Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear.""",Fetters,2011-07-14 20:27:08 UTC,""
4498,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-18 14:42:00 UTC,"Hereafter then, ye poring Students, cease,
Nor maze your Minds, nor break your Chain of Peace.
Make Truce with Leisure for awhile, and view
What empty Nothings your Desires pursue.
Remember Adam's fatal Itch, to know,
Was the first bitter Spring of human Woe.
Think how presumptuous 'tis for breathing Clay,
To tread Heav'n's winding Paths, and lose its Way:
Think what short Limits Understanding boasts,
And shun th' Enticements of her shoaly Coasts.
With Solomon, that prudent Sage! and Me,
From fruitless Labour set your Spirits free:
Bind up bold Thought, in Slumber's silky Chain,
Since all we act, and all we know, is vain.
(i, pp. 65-6)",,18897,"","""Bind up bold Thought, in Slumber's silky Chain, / Since all we act, and all we know, is vain.""",Fetters,2012-08-16 13:21:21 UTC,""
7144,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-06 21:01:14 UTC,"The next Time I go o'er the Moor
She shall a Lover find me,
And that my Faith is firm and pure,
Tho I left her behind me:
Then Hymen's sacred Bonds shall chain
My Heart to her fair Bosom,
There, while my Being does remain,
My Love more fresh shall blossom.
(Cf. p. 5 in 1718 ed.)",,19392,"","""Then Hymen's sacred Bonds shall chain / My Heart to her fair Bosom, / There, while my Being does remain, / My Love more fresh shall blossom.""",Fetters,2013-10-31 03:19:49 UTC,""
7187,"",Reading in the British Library,2012-02-08 05:12:05 UTC,"[...] But in its Advances, and final Perfection and Consummation, it discovers itself to be a Faculty, Quality, or inherent Power in the Soul, whereby it will act: without Solicitation, Motive or Direction. As a Stone in a Wall, fastened with Mortar, compressed by surrounding Stones, and involved in a Million of other Attractions, cannot fall to the Earth, nor sensibly exert its natural Gravity, no, not so much as to discover there is such a Principle in it; just so, the intelligent Soul, in this her lapsed Estate, being drowned in Sense, chained and fettered by Ignorance and Perverseness, drawn and hurried away by the Devil, the World and the Flesh, is disabled from exerting this inherent and innate Principle of Re-union, and wants sufficient Light on the Understanding, and a right Turn of the Will, to be put in a Capacity of exercising it. But in its proper Vacuity, and being freed from these Letts and Impediments, it would mount towards its Original, like an Eagle toward the Sun. Amiability, Pulchritude or Beauty, is as much the peculiar and proper Object of this Affection of the Mind, as Light or a luminous Body is of Vision; for Deformity, as such, can never be loved. And Beauty or Perfection, is, in Reality and just Philosophy, nothing but Analogy, Order, or just Proportion. From hence it necessarily follows, that in the Scale of Beings, all Objects ought to be loved in proportion to their Degree of Beauty, Symmetry or Perfection. And consequently, the highest Perfection ought to be loved with the highest Degree of Love, and the several subordinate Degrees of Perfection, with proportionate Degrees of this Affection of the Mind. And since Finite, when compared with Infinite, evanishes quite, or becomes nothing; it follows necessarily (since there is, and can be, but one Object that is Infinite, Good and Perfect, and all others are but Created, and Finite Goods; that is, in Comparison they are nothing) that, according to the eternal and immutable Laws of Analogy, the One supreme Good, endued with Infinite Perfection, ought to be loved with a Love infinitely superior to our Affections for other Things, or (which is the same Thing in other Words) that, in Comparison, our Love to the Author of our Being, ought to be infinite; and that to ourselves and other Objects, as being finite Creatures, none at all. This is the true Philosophy of this Matter, and as much a Demonstration, as any thing in Numbers or Geometry possibly can be; however it maybe received by Men of Self-Love and Carnal Minds.
(VI, pp. 163-5)",,19587,"","""As a Stone in a Wall, fastened with Mortar, compressed by surrounding Stones, and involved in a Million of other Attractions, cannot fall to the Earth, nor sensibly exert its natural Gravity, no, not so much as to discover there is such a Principle in it; just so, the intelligent Soul, in this her lapsed Estate, being drowned in Sense, chained and fettered by Ignorance and Perverseness, drawn and hurried away by the Devil, the World and the Flesh, is disabled from exerting this inherent and innate Principle of Re-union, and wants sufficient Light on the Understanding, and a right Turn of the Will, to be put in a Capacity of exercising it.""",Fetters,2012-02-08 05:12:41 UTC,Chap. VI. Of the Passions
7481,"",Reading; text from C-H Lion,2013-07-07 15:14:34 UTC,"Informer of the planetary train!
Without whose quickening glance their cumbrous orbs
Were brute unlovely mass, inert and dead,
And not, as now, the green abodes of life!
How many forms of being wait on thee!
Inhaling spirit; from the unfetter'd mind,
By thee sublimed, down to the daily race,
The mixing myriads of thy setting beam.
(p. 40 in Sambrook ed., p. 16 in original)",,21468,"","""Inhaling spirit; from the unfetter'd mind, / By thee sublimed, down to the daily race, / The mixing myriads of thy setting beam.""",Fetters,2013-07-07 15:14:34 UTC,""