text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Then answer'd Job. This Sacred Truth I own,
That God has still unblemish'd Justice shown.
Nor can a Man his Innocence defend,
If with him God should in Debate contend.
What Reasonings e'er he offers in dispute,
Man of a thousand could not one Confute.
He's Wise in Heart, and guides all Nature's Ways,
And at a View the Universe surveys.
The Heart he searches with his piercing Eye,
And bubbling Thoughts does in their Spring descry.
Unfinish'd Notions in the Mind he sees,
And the rude Lines of half-drawn Images.
He views the Spark that first our Bosom fires,
And the first struggling of unborn Desires.
He from the Hills of Time looks down, to see
The boundless Vale of dark Futurity.
He sees all Ages from Duration's Deep
Come rolling on, and how they Order keep.
All things he sees in Time's Capacious Womb,
And turns the Annals o'er of Years to come.
He sees each Chance, and every future Turn,
And reads the Lives of Monarchs yet unborn.
He views Events that in their Causes lye,
And sees Effects in Nature's Energy.
He minds our Ways, and to his clearer Sight
Those Paths are crooked, which we thought were right.",2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC,"""Unfinish'd Notions in the Mind he sees, / And the rude Lines of half-drawn Images.""",2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""line"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10309,3963
"For 'tis in Life, as 'tis in Painting:
Much may be Right, yet much be Wanting:
From Lines drawn true, our Eye may trace
A Foot, a Knee, a Hand, a Face:
May justly own the Picture wrought
Exact to Rule, exempt from Fault:
Yet if the Colouring be not there,
The Titian Stroke, the Guido Air;
To nicest Judgment show the Piece;
At best 'twill only not displease:
It would not gain on Jersey's Eye:
Bradford would frown, and set it by.
Thus in the Picture of our Mind
The Action may be well design'd;
Guided by Law, and bound by Duty;
Yet want this Je ne sçay quoy of Beauty:
And tho' it's Error may be such,
As Knags and Burgess cannot hit;
It yet may feel the nicer Touch
Of Wicherley's or Congreve's Wit.
(p. 260, ll. 55-81)",2013-07-22 15:05:10 UTC,"""Thus in the Picture of our Mind / The Action may be well design'd; / Guided by Law, and bound by Duty; / Yet want this Je ne sçay quoy of Beauty.""",2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,10562,4105
"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find
Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:
Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light;
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.
But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd:
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
In search of wit these lose their common sense,
And then turn Critics in their own defence:
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.
If Mævius scribble in Apollo 's spight,
There are, who judge still worse than he can write.
(I, ll. 19-35)",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,"""Yet if we look more closely, we shall find / Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind: / Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light; / The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.""",2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,Part I,"",2009-01-28,"","•I've included thrice: Seed, Light, Line",HDIS,10675,4151
"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find
Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:
Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light;
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.
But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd:
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
In search of wit these lose their common sense,
And then turn Critics in their own defence:
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.
If Mævius scribble in Apollo 's spight,
There are, who judge still worse than he can write.
(I, ll. 19-35)",2009-09-14 19:35:11 UTC,"""But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd, / Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd, / So by false learning is good sense defac'd.""",2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,Part I,"",2009-01-28,"","",HDIS,10677,4151
"When Man with Reason dignify'd is born,
No Images his naked Mind adorn:
No Sciences or Arts enrich his Brain,
Nor Fancy yet displays her pictur'd Train.
He no Innate Ideas can discern
Of Knowledge destitute, tho' apt to learn.
Our Intellectual, like the Body's Eye,
Whilst in the Womb, no Object can descry;
Yet is dispos'd to entertain the Light,
And judge of Things when offer'd to the Sight.
When Objects thro' the Senses Passage gain,
And fill with various Imag'ry the Brain,
Th' Ideas, which the Mind does thence perceive,
To Think and Know the first Occasion give.
Did she not use the Senses Ministry,
Nor ever Taste, or Smell, or Hear, or See,
Cou'd she possest of Pow'r perceptive be?
Wretches, who sightless into Being came,
Of Light or Colour no Idea frame.
Then grant a Man his Being did commence,
Deny'd by Nature each external Sense,
These Ports unopen'd, diffident we guess,
Th' unconscious Soul no Image could possess.
Tho' what in such a State the restless Train
Of Spirits would produce, we ask in vain.
The Mind proceeds, and to Reflection goes,
Perceives she does Perceive, and knows she Knows.
Reviews her Acts, and does from thence conclude
She is with Reason and with Choice endu'd.
(VII, ll. 228-256, pp. 324-6)",2016-05-11 18:46:32 UTC,"""When Man with Reason dignify'd is born, / No Images his naked Mind adorn: / No Sciences or Arts enrich his Brain, / Nor Fancy yet displays her pictur'd Train.""",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,Book VII,Blank Slate,,"","•I've included twice: Images and Naked
•Maclean cites this as an example of a contemporary reference ""in which the notion of tabula rasa is intended, though none of the familiar figures are employed"" (34). ","Reading Kenneth Maclean, John Locke and English Literature of the Eighteenth Century (New York: Russell & Russell, Inc., 1962), p. 34. Found again searching.",10761,4167
"Verse 92. Forbid to pass th'irremeable Flood. ]
It was the common Opinion of the Ancients, that the Souls of the Departed were not admitted into the Number of the Happy till their Bodies had receiv'd the funeral Rites; they suppos'd those that wanted them wander'd an hundred Years before they were wafted over the infernal River: Virgil perhaps had this Passage of Homer in his view in the sixth Æneis , at least he coincides with his Sentiments concerning the State of the departed Souls.
Hæc omnis, quam cernis inops inhumataq; Turba est :
Nec ripas datur horrendas, nec rauca fluenta
Transportare priùs, quàm sedibus ossa quierunt ;
Centum errant annos volitantq; hæc littora circum
Tum demum admissi stagna exoptata revisunt.
It was during this Interval, between their Death and the Rites of Funeral, that they suppos'd the only Time allow'd for separate Spirits to appear to Men; therefore Patroclus here tells his Friend,
------ To the farther Shore
When once we pass, the Soul returns no more.
For the fuller understanding of Homer, it is necessary to be acquainted with his Notion of the State of the Soul after Death: He follow'd the Philosophy of the Ægyptians, who suppos'd Man to be compounded of three Parts, an intelligent Mind , a Vehicle for that Mind , and a Body; the Mind they call'd [GREEK], or [GREEK], the Vehicle [GREEK], Image or Soul , and the gross Body [GREEK]. The Soul, in which the Mind was lodg'd, was suppos'd exactly to resemble the Body in Shape, Magnitude, and Features; for this being in the Body as the Statue in its Mold, so soon as it goes forth is properly the Image of that Body in which it was enclos'd: This it was that appear'd to Achilles, with the full Resemblance of his Friend Patroclus .
Vid. Dacier on the Life of Pythagoras , p. 71. ",2011-11-24 19:25:15 UTC,"""The Soul, in which the Mind was lodg'd, was suppos'd exactly to resemble the Body in Shape, Magnitude, and Features; for this being in the Body as the Statue in its Mold, so soon as it goes forth is properly the Image of that Body in which it was enclos'd.""",2003-10-26 00:00:00 UTC,"",Patroclus's Ghost,,"",•REVISIT and clean up the fonts by transliterating the Greek,HDIS (Poetry),10936,4209
"Ah! Wissin, had thy Art been so refin'd,
As with their Beauty to have drawn their Mind,
Thro' circling Years thy Labours would survive,
And living Rules to fairest Virtue give
To Men unborn, and Ages yet to live;
'Twould still be wonderful, and still be new,
Against what Time, or Spight, or Fate could do,
'Till Thine confus'd with Nature's Pieces lie,
And Cavendish 's Name, and Cecill 's Honour Die.
(ll. 51-9, p. 80)",2011-11-24 19:29:00 UTC,"""Ah! Wissin, had thy Art been so refin'd, / As with their Beauty to have drawn their Mind.""",2004-01-05 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-11-24,"","",HDIS (Poetry),11215,4289
"Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes,
Of what Materials she her Pencil makes
By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause,
And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws.
The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see
In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury;
Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy,
And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye;
How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake,
While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take.
Thou know'st the downy Chains that softly bind
Our slumb'ring Sense, when waiting Objects find
No Avenue left open to the Mind.
Mean Time thou see'st how guideless Spirits play,
And mimick o'er in Dreams the busy Day,
With pleasant Scenes and Figures entertain,
Or with their monstrous Mixtures fright the Brain.
(pp. 99-100)",2014-01-12 16:30:42 UTC,"""Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes, / Of what Materials she her Pencil makes / By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause, / And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws.""",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,Book III,"",2011-11-24,"","•""Thou"" is God. Alfred performs after a banquet. Rich passage. INTEREST. REVISIT. And see previous entries (this passage is actually previous to ""secret Soul's imperial Throne"" but after ""the wondrous Links"").",HDIS (Poetry),11345,4339
"Oh! I hate the wretched victors:
Fancy would fain paint their pictures:
I could hiss these hideous heroes,
Slaves before--and after Neros.
(ll. 42-45, p. 89)",2011-11-24 19:36:33 UTC,"""Oh! I hate the wretched victors: / Fancy would fain paint their pictures.""",2009-09-14 19:36:02 UTC,"","",2011-11-24,"","",Reading Roger Lonsdale's Eighteenth Century Women Poets,11565,4384
"What high Perfections grace the human Mind,
In Flesh imprison'd, and to Earth confin'd!
What Vigour has she? What a piercing Sight?
Strong as the Winds, and sprightly as the Light?
She moves unweary'd, as the active Fire,
And, like the Flame, her Flights to Heav'n aspire.
By Day her Thoughts in never-ceasing Streams
Flow clear, by Night they strive in troubled Dreams.
She draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain,
Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train,
Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare,
Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear.
To the remoter Regions of the Sky
Her swift-wing'd Thought can in a Moment fly;
Climb to the Heights of Heav'n, to be employ'd
In viewing thence th'Interminable Void.
Can look beyond the Stream of Time, to see
The stagnant Ocean of Eternity.
Thoughts in an Instant thro' the Zodiack run,
A Year's long Journey for the lab'ring Sun:
Then down they shoot, as swift as darting Light,
Nor can opposing Clouds retard their Flight:
Thro' Subterranean Vaults with Ease they sweep,
And search the hidden Wonders of the Deep.
(VII, ll. 204-227, pp. 323-4)",2013-08-07 16:57:57 UTC,"""She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear.""",2013-08-07 16:57:57 UTC,Book VII,"",,Inhabitants,"",Reading,22108,4167