work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4167,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,"See, how resistless Orators perswade,
Draw out their Forces, and the Heart invade:
Touch ev'ry Spring and Movement of the Soul,
This Appetite excite, and That controul.
Their pow'rful Voice can flying Troops arrest,
Confirm the weak, and melt th' obdurate Breast;
Chace from the sad their melancholly Air,
Sooth Discontent, and solace anxious Care.
When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise,
Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise,
When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns,
Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins,
See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds
The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds:
Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease,
Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.
(VII.354-369, pp. 332-3)",,10748,"","""See, how resistless Orators perswade, / Draw out their Forces, and the Heart invade: / Touch ev'ry Spring and Movement of the Soul, / This Appetite excite, and That controul.""",Empire,2013-08-07 14:02:54 UTC,Book VII
4167,"","Searching ""machine"" and ""idea"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-12-13 00:00:00 UTC,"How does this wondrous Principle of Thought
Perceive the Object by the Senses brought?
What Philosophic Builder will essay
By Rules Mechanic to unfold the way
How a Machine must be dispos'd to think,
Ideas how to frame, and how to link?
Tell us, Lucretius, Epicurus, tell,
And you in Wit unrival'd shall excel,
How thro' the outward Sense the Object flies,
How in the Soul her Images arise.
What Thinking, what Perception is, explain;
What all the airy Creatures of the Brain;
How to the Mind a Thought reflected goes,
And how the conscious Engine knows it Knows.
(VII, ll. 328-341, pp. 330-1)",,10836,"","""What Philosophic Builder will essay / By Rules Mechanic to unfold the way / How a Machine must be dispos'd to think, / Ideas how to frame, and how to link?""","",2013-08-07 16:12:21 UTC,Book VII
4167,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""mind"" and ""engine"" ",2006-12-13 00:00:00 UTC,"How does this wondrous Principle of Thought
Perceive the Object by the Senses brought?
What Philosophic Builder will essay
By Rules Mechanic to unfold the way
How a Machine must be dispos'd to think,
Ideas how to frame, and how to link?
Tell us, Lucretius, Epicurus, tell,
And you in Wit unrival'd shall excel,
How thro' the outward Sense the Object flies,
How in the Soul her Images arise.
What Thinking, what Perception is, explain;
What all the airy Creatures of the Brain;
How to the Mind a Thought reflected goes,
And how the conscious Engine knows it Knows.",,10837,"","Lucretius and Epicurus are asked, ""How to the Mind a Thought reflected goes, / And how the conscious Engine knows it Knows.""","",2013-03-25 00:31:17 UTC,""
4225,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""machine"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-11-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Such Airs has RAN' LAUGH to delight Mankind
That yet no Equal to her Charms we find;
Soft Sounds of Harmony run thro' her Soul,
And nought but Musick's Voice does there controul:
By secret ways, the little God takes place,
And Beauty plays the Tyrant in her Face.
But what dull Atoms can soft Sounds resist,
Since they Create, at once, ev'n what they list,
Delightful Forms from shapeless Chaos raise,
Since Heav'n the Voice of Harmony obeys?
Concord and Musick, such as charms the Ear,
First mov'd this Earth, this dull unactive Sphere,
And first made ev'ry sleeping Atom hear.
Musick's the Spring made by Divinest Art,
To move the Vital Machine of Man's Heart,
And circulate with Pow'r thro' ev'ry Part.",,11007,"","""Musick's the Spring made by Divinest Art, / To move the Vital Machine of Man's Heart, / And circulate with Pow'r thro' ev'ry Part.""","",2009-09-14 19:35:28 UTC,""
4339,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Thou know'st the secret Soul's imperial Throne
Surrounded with thick Darkness, like thy own,
Where she to all the Senses Audience gives,
Appoints their Tasks, their Messages receives,
And passes Judgement in her Sov'reign Court
On every Envoy's true or false Report;
How her sole Nod our Motions does controul,
And guide the various Parts to serve the Whole;
Can'st say what diff'rent Turns the Spirits take,
When they of diff'rent Kinds Impressions make;
What vital Springs those Spirits in their Flight
Strike to cause Torment, what to give Delight;
Can'st tell the Manner how the Actors move,
When they excite our Anger or our Love,
By what Contrivance and mechanick Art
Our Passions interrupt the beating Heart;
How they encrease the vital Lab'rour's Toil,
When they constrain the Blood to freeze or boil;
Whence martial Ardour warms the Heroe's Breast,
How shiv'ring Fears th' arterial Flood arrest;
How active Joy dilates the swelling Veins,
And Shame the modest Face with Blushes stains:
Thou know'st these Secrets, and ten thousand more,
Which narrow-sighted Man can ne'er explore,
Who to a high Conceit of Wit arrives,
Yet knows not how he thinks, or moves, or lives,
(pp. 100-1)",2012-01-10,11340,"""Thou"" is God. Alfred performs after a banquet. ","""Can'st say what diff'rent Turns the Spirits take, / When they of diff'rent Kinds Impressions make; / What vital Springs those Spirits in their Flight / Strike to cause Torment, what to give Delight.""",Impressions,2012-01-10 16:58:09 UTC,End of Book III
4151,"",Reading,2009-01-28 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
In Poets as true Genius is but rare,
True Taste as seldom is the Critic's share;
Both must alike from heav'n derive their light,
These born to judge, as well as those to write.
Let such teach others who themselves excel,
And censure freely who have written well.
Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true,
But are not Critics to their judgment too?
(I, ll. 9-18)",,17222,"","""'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none /
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:28 UTC,Part I
6651,"",Reading,2010-01-04 20:36:25 UTC,"This Carcass breath'd, and walkt, and slept,
So that the World believ'd
There was a Soul the Motions kept;
But they were all deceiv'd.
For as a Watch by art is wound
To motion, such was mine:
But never had Orinda found
A Soul till she found thine;
Which now inspires, cures and supplies,
And guides my darkned Breast:
For thou art all that I can prize,
My Joy, my Life, my Rest.
(ll. 5-16)",,17613,"","""For as a Watch by art is wound / To motion, such was mine: / But never had Orinda found / A Soul till she found thine.""","",2010-01-04 20:36:25 UTC,""
4525,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""engine"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2013-03-25 00:50:43 UTC,"What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand to toil, aspir'd to be the head?
What if the head, the eye or ear repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling Mind?
Just as absurd, for any part to claim
To be another in this gen'ral frame:
Just as absurd, to mourn the task or pains,
The great directing Mind of All ordains.",,20067,"","""What if the head, the eye or ear repin'd / To serve mere engines to the ruling Mind?""","",2013-03-25 00:50:43 UTC,Epistle I
4167,"",Reading,2013-08-07 16:14:57 UTC,"How does this wondrous Principle of Thought
Perceive the Object by the Senses brought?
What Philosophic Builder will essay
By Rules Mechanic to unfold the way
How a Machine must be dispos'd to think,
Ideas how to frame, and how to link?
Tell us, Lucretius, Epicurus, tell,
And you in Wit unrival'd shall excel,
How thro' the outward Sense the Object flies,
How in the Soul her Images arise.
What Thinking, what Perception is, explain;
What all the airy Creatures of the Brain;
How to the Mind a Thought reflected goes,
And how the conscious Engine knows it Knows.
(VII, ll. 328-341, pp. 330-1)",,22101,"","""Tell us, Lucretius, Epicurus, tell, / And you in Wit unrival'd shall excel, / How thro' the outward Sense the Object flies, / How in the Soul her Images arise. / What Thinking, what Perception is, explain; / What all the airy Creatures of the Brain; / How to the Mind a Thought reflected goes, / And how the conscious Engine knows it Knows.""","",2013-08-07 16:14:57 UTC,Book VII
4413,"",Reading,2014-08-27 19:45:16 UTC,"No Party Heats his Just Designs Controul,
Or Over-rule the Purpose of his Soul,
Him Reason guides, and no wild Passion draws,
To give a random Vote against the Laws;
Which After-Wisdom would correct in vain,
For Folly register'd's a lasting Stain.
Poor, Senseless Party Engines! Who are taught
To act by Mechanism, not by Thought,
Who speak by rote, and sell their venal Words,
To please Grandees, and smooth Intriguing Lords!
Or like a Judge unknowing what has past,
Gravely consent to him who spoke the last,
Or He who thro' a whole Debate had Snor'd,
And wak'd in time to give the Damning Word.
(Cf. p. 3 in 1712 ed.)",,24405,"","""Poor, Senseless Party Engines! Who are taught / To act by Mechanism, not by Thought, / Who speak by rote, and sell their venal Words, / To please Grandees, and smooth Intriguing Lords!""","",2014-08-27 19:45:16 UTC,""