work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5095,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Go on, ye fools, who talk for talking's sake,
Without distinguishing, distinctions make;
Shine forth in native folly, native pride,
Make yourselves rules to all the world beside;
Reason, collected in herself, disdains
The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains;
Steady and true each circumstance she weighs,
Nor to bare words inglorious tribute pays.
Men of sense live exempt from vulgar awe,
And Reason to herself alone is law:
That freedom she enjoys with liberal mind,
Which she as freely grants to all mankind.
No idol-titled name her reverence stirs,
No hour she blindly to the rest prefers;
All are alike, if they're alike employ'd,
And all are good if virtuously enjoy'd",2011-05-23,13766,•I've included twice: Chains and Yoke.,"""Reason, collected in herself, disdains / The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains""",Fetters,2011-05-26 18:44:38 UTC,""
5181,"","Searching ""faction"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-24 00:00:00 UTC," Mean, narrow maxims which enslave mankind,
Ne'er from its bias warp thy settled mind:
Not duped by party nor opinion's slave,
Those faculties which bounteous nature gave
Thy honest spirit into practice brings,
Nor courts the smile, nor dreads the frown of kings,
Let rude, licentious Englishmen comply
With tumult's voice, and curse they know not why;
Unwilling to condemn, thy soul disdains
To wear vile faction's arbitrary chains,
And strictly weighs, in apprehension clear,
Things as they are, and not as they appear.
With thee good-humour tempers lively wit;
Enthron'd with judgment, candour loves to sit,
And nature gave thee, open to distress,
A heart to pity, and a hand to bless.
",2011-05-23,13938,"•I find as I search faction, I find mixed metaphors...
•Some historical context: after 1761 Churchill ""became a close ally of John Wilkes, whom he regularly assisted with the North Briton. The Prophecy of Famine: A Scots Pastoral (1763), his next poem, was founded on a paper written originally for that journal. This violent satire on Scottish influence fell in with the current hatred of Lord Bute, and the Scottish place-hunters were as much alarmed as the actors had been. When Wilkes was arrested he gave Churchill a timely hint to retire to the country for a time, the publisher, Kearsley, having stated that he received part of the profit.s from the paper. His Epistle to William Hogarth (1763) was in answer to the caricature of Wilkes made during the trial, in it Hogarth's vanity and envy were attacked in an invective which Garrick quoted as shocking and barbarous. Hogarth retaliated by a caricature of Churchill as a bear in torn clerical bands hugging a pot of porter and a club made of lies and North Britons"" (from LoveToKnow's 1911 Encyclopedia on-line).","""Unwilling to condemn, thy soul disdains / To wear vile faction's arbitrary chains.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 18:48:52 UTC,""
5211,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Why let Her come, in all her terrors too;
I dare to suffer all She dares to do.
I know her malice well, and know her pride,
I know her strength, but will not change my side.
This melting mass of flesh She may controul
With iron ribs, She cannot chain my Soul.
No—to the last resolv'd her worst to bear,
I'm still at large, and Independent there.
(p. 25)",2011-05-26,14026,"","""This melting mass of flesh She may controul / With iron ribs, She cannot chain my Soul.""",Fetters,2014-06-30 15:46:43 UTC,""
5193,"","Searching ""trammels"" in HDIS (Poetry); text reconciled with first edition in Google Books",2011-09-06 16:25:57 UTC,"O'er crabbed authors life's gay prime to waste,
To clamp wild genius in the chains of taste,
To bear the slavish drudgery of schools,
And tamely stoop to ev'ry pedant's rules;
For seven long years debarr'd of liberal ease,
To plod in college trammels to degrees;
Beneath the weight of solemn toys to groan,
Sleep over books, and leave mankind unknown;
To praise each senior blockhead's thread-bare tale,
And laugh till reason blush, and spirits fail;
Manhood with vile submission to disgrace,
And cap the fool, whose merit is his Place,
VICE-CHANCELLORS, whose knowledge is but small,
And CHANCELLORS, who nothing know at all,
Ill-brook'd the generous Spirit in those days
When Learning was the certain road to praise,
When Nobles, with a love of Science bless'd,
Approved in others what themselves possess'd.
(p. 2)",,19137,"","""O'er crabbed authors life's gay prime to waste, / To clamp wild genius in the chains of taste, / To bear the slavish drudgery of schools, / And tamely stoop to ev'ry pedant's rules.""",Fetters,2011-09-06 16:29:53 UTC,""
5175,"",Reading,2012-05-29 14:50:45 UTC,"Opinions should be free as air;
No man, whate'er his rank, whate'er
His qualities, a claim can found
That my opinion must be bound,
And square with his; such slavish chains
From foes the liberal soul disdains;
Nor can, though true to friendship, bend
To wear them even from a friend.
Let those who rigid judgment own
Submissive bow at Judgment's throne,
And if they of no value hold
Pleasure, till pleasure is grown cold,
Pall'd and insipid, forced to wait
For Judgment's regular debate
To give it warrant, let them find
Dull subjects suited to their mind.
Theirs be slow wisdom; be my plan,
To live as merry as I can,
Regardless as the fashions go,
Whether there's reason for't or no:
Be my employment here on earth
To give a liberal scope to mirth,
Life's barren vale with flowers t'adorn,
And pluck a rose from every thorn.",,19790,"","""Opinions should be free as air; / No man, whate'er his rank, what're / His qualities, a claim can found / That my opinion must be bound, / And square with his; such slavish chains / From foes the liberal soul disdains; / Nor can, though true to friendship, bend / To wear them even from a friend.""",Fetters,2012-05-29 14:50:45 UTC,Book IV
5192,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-18 17:44:27 UTC,"Hath Nature (strange and wild conceit of Pride)
Distinguish'd thee from all her sons beside?
Doth Virtue in thy bosom brighter glow,
Or from a Spring more pure doth Action flow?
Is not thy Soul bound with those very chains
Which shackle us, or is that SELF, which reigns
O'er Kings and Beggars, which in all we see
Most strong and sov'reign, only weak in Thee?
Fond man, believe it not; Experience tells
'Tis not thy Virtue, but thy Pride rebels.
Think, and for once lay by thy lawless pen;
Think, and confess thyself like other men;
Think but one hour, and, to thy Conscience led
By Reason's hand, bow down and hang thy head;
Think on thy private life, recal thy Youth,
View thyself now, and own with strictest truth,
That SELF hath drawn Thee from fair Virtue's way
Farther than Folly would have dar'd to stray,
And that the talents lib'ral Nature gave
To make thee free, have made thee more a slave.
(pp. 9-10)",,22378,"","""Doth Virtue in thy bosom brighter glow, / Or from a Spring more pure doth Action flow? / Is not thy Soul bound with those very chains / Which shackle us, or is that SELF, which reigns / O'er Kings and Beggars, which in all we see / Most strong and sov'reign, only weak in Thee?""",Fetters,2013-08-18 17:44:27 UTC,""