updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-12-12 17:40:23 UTC,10547,"COL.
My Genius fain wou'd Court superiour Blessings; those Passions are too hurrying to last; Vapours that start from a Mercurial Brain, whose wild Chimera's flush the lighter Faculties, which tir'd i'th' vain pursuit of fancy'd Pleasures; a Passion more substantial Courts our Reason, solid, persuasive, elegant, sublime, where ev'ry Sense crowds to the luscious Banquet, and ev'ry nobler Faculty's imploy'd.
L.ROD.
That Passion you describe's a sleeping Potion, a lazy, stupid, lethargy of Mind, that nums our Faculties, destroys our Reason, and to our Sex the bane of all Agreements; shou'd I whom Fortune, lavish of her store, has given the means to glut insatiate Wishes, out-vie my Sex, and Lord it o'er Mankind, constrain my rambling Pleasures, check my Liberty for an insipid Cooing sort of Life, which marry'd Fools think Heav'n, and cheat each other.
COL.
Are Love and Pleasure, Madam, so incongruous?-- Methinks the very name of Love exhilerates; meaner delights were meant but to persuade us, Toys to provoke and heighten our desires, which Love confirms and Crowns with mightier extasie.
L. ROD.
Rather all Joys expire, where Love commences; when that deluding Passion once takes root, we grow insensible, ill-bred, intollerable, neglecting Dress and Air, and Conversation, to fondle an odd Wretch, that caus'd our ruin: No, give me the outward Gallantries of Love, the Poetry, the Balls, the Serenades, where I may Laugh and Toy, and humour Apish Cringers, with secret Pride to raise my Sexes Envy, and lead pretending Fops a Faiery Dance.","","""Passions are too hurrying to last; Vapours that start from a Mercurial Brain, whose wild Chimera's flush the lighter Faculties, which tir'd i'th' vain pursuit of fancy'd Pleasures.""",4096,,Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-11-10 00:00:00 UTC,"•First performed 14 Dec 1708
•Literal vapours? Vapors are an interesting problem. How to treat them?","Act III, scene iii",""
2010-06-29 03:38:45 UTC,11668,"But, ah! where does this heavenly Goddess dwell?
Where does her blessed Seat remain?
We search the Palace, and the Hermit's Cell,
We search, but search, alas, in vain!
Gold is the Load-stone of the Great,
And vulgar Souls must catch the glitt'ring Bait;
The Scale of Justice sinks with Gold,
And impious Bribes to win the Cause, must damn the Soul.",Magnetism,"""Gold is the Load-stone of the Great, / And vulgar Souls must catch the glitt'ring Bait.""",4429,,"Searching ""soul"" and ""gold"" HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-31 00:00:00 UTC,•I've included twice: Fish and Magnet,"",Metal
2016-03-11 17:42:56 UTC,12040,"With authors, Sationers obey'd the call,
The field of glory is a field for all;
Glory, and gain, th'industrious tribe provoke;
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
A Poet's form she plac'd before their eyes,
And bad the nimblest racer seize the prize;
No meagre, muse-rid mope, adust and thin,
In a dun night-gown of his own loose skin,
But such a bulk as no twelve bards could raise,
Twelve starveling bards of these degen'rate days.
All as a partridge plump, full-fed, and fair,
She form'd this image of well-bodied air,
With pert flat eyes she window'd well its head,
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead,
And empty words she gave, and sounding strain,
But senseless, lifeless! idol void and vain!
Never was dash'd out, at one lucky hit,
A fool, so just a copy of a wit;
So like, that critics said, and courtiers swore,
A Wit it was, and call'd the phantom More.","","""She form'd this image of well-bodied air, / With pert flat eyes she window'd well its head, / A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead, / And empty words she gave, and sounding strain, / But senseless, lifeless! idol void and vain!""",4577,2009-07-31,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry). Found again reading. See also Sean Silver, The Mind is a Collection: Case Studies in Eighteenth-Century Thought (Philadelphia: Penn Press, 2015), 275n.",2005-09-08 00:00:00 UTC,•I've included twice: Lead and Feathers.,"",""
2012-01-12 05:16:28 UTC,12081,"Brave Souls when loos'd from this ignoble Chain
Of Clay, and sent to their own Heav'n again,
From Earth's gross Orb on Virtue's Pinions rise,
In Æther wanton, and enjoy the Skies.--
(II, 381)
","","""Brave Souls when loos'd from this ignoble Chain / Of Clay, and sent to their own Heav'n again, / From Earth's gross Orb on Virtue's Pinions rise / In Æther wanton, and enjoy the Skies.""",4585,2011-05-26,"Searching HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""chain"" and ""soul""",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"•The footnote gives, ""Creech alter'd. Manil. I.""
•I've included twice: once in Body and once in Animals.
","Under the rubric ""Soul""",Fetters
2011-06-13 17:55:43 UTC,14465,"These sources then of pain, this double lot
Of evil in the inheritance of man,
Requir'd for his protection no slight force,
No careless watch. and therefore was his breast
Fenc'd round with passions quick to be alarm'd,
Or stubborn to oppose; with fear, more swift
Than beacons catching flame from hill to hill,
Where armies land; with anger, uncontroul'd
As the young lion bounding on his prey;
With sorrow, that locks up the struggling heart,
And shame, that overcasts the drooping eye
As with a cloud of lightening. These the part
Perform of eager monitors, and goad
The soul more sharply than with points of steel,
Her enemies to shun or to resist.
And as those passions, that converse with good,
Are good themselves; as hope and love and joy,
Among the fairest and the sweetest boons
Of life, we rightly count; so these, which guard
Against invading evil, still excite
Some pain, some tumult: these, within the mind
Too oft admitted or too long retain'd,
Shock their frail seat, and by their uncurb'd rage
To savages more fell than Libya breeds
Transform themselves: till human thought becomes
A gloomy ruin, haunt of shapes unbless'd,
Of self-tormenting fiends; horror, despair,
Hatred, and wicked envy: foes to all
The works of nature and the gifts of heaven.","","""These the part / Perform of eager monitors, and goad / The soul more sharply than with points of steel, / Her enemies to shun or to resist.""",5366,2011-06-13,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,These verses are not in the 1793 edition of Barbauld.,Book II,""
2012-04-29 15:19:26 UTC,19734,"I am the man who long have known
The strength and rage of inbred sin;
My soul is dead, my heart is stone,
A cage of birds and beasts unclean,
A den of thieves, a dire abode
Of dragons, but no house of God.","","""My soul is dead, my heart is stone, / A cage of birds and beasts unclean, / A den of thieves, a dire abode / Of dragons, but no house of God.""",3330,,"Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 15:19:26 UTC,"","",Beasts
2013-06-05 21:31:02 UTC,20416,"Wisdom, though richer than Peruvian mines,
And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive,--
What is she but the means of happiness?
That unobtain'd, than Folly more a fool;
A melancholy fool, without her bells.
Friendship, the means of wisdom, richly gives
The precious end which makes our wisdom wise.
Nature, in zeal for human amity,
Denies or damps an undivided joy.
Joy is an import; joy is an exchange;
Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two;
Rich fruit, heaven-planted, never pluck'd by one!
Needful auxiliars are our friends, to give
To social man true relish of himself.
Full on ourselves descending in a line,
Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight:
Delight intense is taken by rebound;
Reverberated pleasures fire the breast.
(ll. 498-515, p. 64 in CUP edition)","","""Wisdom, though richer than Peruvian mines, / And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive,-- / What is she but the means of happiness?""",7400,,Reading,2013-06-05 21:31:02 UTC,"",Night the Second,Animals and Metal
2013-06-19 18:17:20 UTC,21016,"As for the Loves of these Villagers, the Intriegues of their Amours are not a little remarkable, they being very pretty Animals when disguis'd with that Passion: They are Tinder to such Flames, being quickly set on fire, even by the least spark, which when it hath catch'd the Match of their Souls (for they have Brimstone in them as well as in their Bodies) they are presently kindled into Transport and Extasie; and these model them into the shapes of a thousand Anticks, and make them shew more tricks than Banks his Horse.
(III, p. 369)","","""As for the Loves of these Villagers, the Intriegues of their Amours are not a little remarkable, they being very pretty Animals when disguis'd with that Passion: They are Tinder to such Flames, being quickly set on fire, even by the least spark, which when it hath catch'd the Match of their Souls (for they have Brimstone in them as well as in their Bodies) they are presently kindled into Transport and Extasie; and these model them into the shapes of a thousand Anticks, and make them shew more tricks than Banks his Horse.""",7476,,C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:12:47 UTC,"Allusion to William Bankes (also spelled Banks or Banckes) and his ""thinking"" and ""dancing"" horse.","",Animals
2013-07-24 15:20:24 UTC,21993,"'Mongst all the Blessings that on Life attend,
'Mongst all the Blessings that the Gods can send,
No Joy, no Bliss, my sullen Heart can find,
Musick alone inflames my drooping Mind;
Nay, she would mount her Wings, and fly away,
Not be confin'd to this dull Lump of Clay,
Did not the Charms of Musick most divine
Unite, and things so wide, so close combine.
I wonder where's the Fountain of this bliss,
If Heav'ns Joy be here on Earth, 'tis this.
Nay, without this the very Gods would be
As much dissatisfied with Life, as we.
What complicated Wonders in thee shine!
The God-head is by thee made more divine.
Could the Gods secret Whispers reach mine Ear,
When I at their Tribunal shou'd appear;
My panting Breath with Musick shou'd keep time,
And with her latest Breath I'd yield up mine;
I fear I should dissolve for very Joy,
For Bliss it self o'er-charg'd can Life destroy.
(pp. 25-26, ll. 1-20)
","","""Musick alone inflames my drooping Mind; / Nay, she would mount her Wings, and fly away, / Not be confin'd to this dull Lump of Clay, / Did not the Charms of Musick most divine / Unite, and things so wide, so close combine.""",7560,,"Searching ""mind"" in C-H Lion",2013-07-24 15:20:24 UTC,[Fixing typo in C-H Lion],"",Animals
2013-08-20 03:13:32 UTC,22473,"SALOME
How now, my Lord!
What means this pale confusion in your face!
What makes your hair stand bristling, and your eyes
With gloomy horror glare!
SOHEMUS
We cheat the world
With florid outside 'till we meet surprize;
Then conscience, working inward like a mole,
Crumbles the surface, and reveals the dirt
From which our actions spring.
SALOME
My lord, recall
Your wandering reason.
SOHEMUS
'Tis in vain to boast
That reason o'er the passions holds the rein,
When quite unman'd with such a tale--
(p. 17)","","""We cheat the world / With florid outside 'till we meet surprize; / Then conscience, working inward like a mole, / Crumbles the surface, and reveals the dirt / From which our actions spring.""",7636,,LION,2013-08-20 03:13:32 UTC,USE IN ENTRY,"",Animals