text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"This verse, O gentle Hamilton! be thine,
(Each softer grace bedew thy darling shrine);
Nature to thee did her best gifts impart,
The mildest manners and the warmest heart;
Honour erected in thy breast its throne,
And kind Humanity was all thy own.
Yet when thy country's wrong to action moved,
You rose to save, and left that ease you loved;
For this she grieves thy early fate to see;
And 'midst her sufferings finds a tear for thee.
But thou perhaps hast well escaped her doom,
Thy eyes are closed, nor sees her ills to come;
Abandon'd o'er, to shameless men a prey,
And slow, deceiving friends, far worse than they;
The kindred triumph of thy noble blood,
Thy name enroll'd amidst the few that stood.
Fair, beaming clear, through life, the patriot flame,
And deaf to honours that begun in shame;
Each duty paid that friendship could demand;
Each nobler deed to save a destin'd land.
An age, corrupt amidst the civil storm,
Would suffer struggling Virtue to perform;
To fix his country, ever free, he tried--
Found the brave labour vain, resigned, and died.
(cf. p. 259 in 1760 ed.)",2014-08-20 04:14:08 UTC,"""Honour erected in thy breast its throne, / And kind Humanity was all thy own.""",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-01-12,Throne,I've included the entire poem,"Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8482,3232
" What cannot active government perform,
New-moulding man? Wide-stretching from these shores,
A people savage from remotest time,
A huge neglected empire, one vast mind,
By Heaven inspired, from gothic darkness call'd.
Immortal Peter! first of monarchs! he
His stubborn country tamed, her rocks, her fens,
Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons;
And while the fierce barbarian he subdued,
To more exalted soul he raised the man.
Ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toil'd
Through long successive ages to build up
A labouring plan of state, behold at once
The wonder done! behold the matchless prince!
Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then
A mighty shadow of unreal power;
Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts;
And roaming every land, in every port
His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand
Unwearied plying the mechanic tool,
Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,
Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
Charged with the stores of Europe home he goes!
Then cities rise amid the illumined waste;
O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign;
Far distant flood to flood is social join'd;
The astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltic roar;
Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd
With daring keel before; and armies stretch
Each way their dazzling files, repressing here
The frantic Alexander of the north,
And awing there stern Othman's shrinking sons.
Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice,
Of old dishonour proud: it glows around,
Taught by the Royal Hand that roused the whole,
One scene of arts, of arms, of rising trade:
For what his wisdom plann'd, and power enforced,
More potent still, his great example show'd.",2012-01-12 19:11:51 UTC,"""Wide-stretching from these shores, / A people savage from remotest time, / A huge neglected empire, one vast mind, / By Heaven inspired, from gothic darkness call'd.""",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-01-12,Empire,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11568,4387
"Thro' this whole book, there are great pretensions to new discoveries in philosophy; but if any thing can intitle the author to so glorious a name as that of an inventor, 'tis the use he makes of the principle of the association of ideas, which enters into most of his philosophy. Our imagination has a great authority over our ideas; and there are no ideas that are different from each other, which it cannot separate, and join, and compose into all the varieties of fiction. But notwithstanding the empire of the imagination, there is a secret tie or union among particular ideas, which causes the mind to conjoin them more frequently together, and makes the one, upon its appearance, introduce the other. Hence arises what we call the apropos of discourse: hence the connection of writing: and hence that thread, or chain of thought, which a man naturally supports even in the loosest reverie. These principles of association are reduced to three, viz. Resemblance; a picture naturally makes us think of the man it was drawn for. Contiguity; when St. Denis is mentioned, the idea of Paris naturally occurs. Causation; when we think of the son, we are apt to carry our attention to the father. 'Twill be easy to conceive of what vast consequence these principles must be in the science of human nature, if we consider, that so far as regards the mind, these are the only links that bind the parts of the universe together, or connect us with any person or object exterior to ourselves. For as it is by means of thought only that any thing operates upon our passions, and as these are the only ties of our thoughts, they are really to us the cement of the universe, and all the operations of the mind must, in a great measure, depend on them.
(cf. pp. 416-7 in Norton, p. 31-2 in 1740 ed.)",2014-07-12 14:35:15 UTC,"""But notwithstanding the empire of the imagination, there is a secret tie or union among particular ideas, which causes the mind to conjoin them more frequently together, and makes the one, upon its appearance, introduce the other.""",2010-06-03 17:01:48 UTC,"","",2011-07-25,Empire,Final paragraph.,"Searching ""empire"" in Past Masters; confirmed in ECCO-TCP.",17836,6708
"Proceed still in purifying the generous passion, you will still the more admire its shining glories. What charms are there in the harmony of minds, and in a friendship founded on mutual esteem and gratitude! What satisfaction in relieving the distressed, in comforting the afflicted, in raising the fallen, and in stopping the career of cruel fortune, or of more cruel man, in their insults over the good and virtuous! But what supreme joy in the victories over vice as well as misery, when, by virtuous example or wise exhortation, our fellow-creatures are taught to govern their passions, reform their vices, and subdue their worst enemies, which inhabit within their own bosoms?
(p. 152)",2011-02-20 22:10:47 UTC,""" But what supreme joy in the victories over vice as well as misery, when, by virtuous example or wise exhortation, our fellow-creatures are taught to govern their passions, reform their vices, and subdue their worst enemies, which inhabit within their own bosoms?""",2011-02-20 22:10:47 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,18152,6797
"There is undoubtedly, as the learned Bacon lays it down, a healthy Sympathy, as well as a morbid Infection (u); and as, in spight of all the Care and Caution we can take, we find it extremely hard to guard against, and to ward off the latter; so, by a Parity of Reason, it should seem, that of all the Methods contributing to Health, the former ought to prove most efficacious: That is to say, we think there is no Way hitherto laid down for preserving the Vigour of the Body, and thereby securing such a Supply of animal Spirits as may support the Dominion of the Soul in its full Extent and Activity, so feasible as this, which is suggested to be the Source of the Longevity and Healthfulness of Hermippus. For if insensible Perspiration be made through the Pores, so that there is a continual Steam transpiring from every Body, then it follows, that where an old Man is constantly attended by many young Women, his Body must be surrounded with an infinite Quantity of the perspirable Matter flowing from them, and if, on the other Hand, he not only perspires through the Pores, but also receives by them as has been already demonstrated, the finest and most spirituous Particles of other Bodies into his own; then it is very evident, that such an old Man must be, as I observed before, in such a Situation, as will enable him to draw the greatest possible Benefit from this most comfortable Medicine.
(pp. 57-8)",2011-10-26 21:22:56 UTC,"""That is to say, we think there is no Way hitherto laid down for preserving the Vigour of the Body, and thereby securing such a Supply of animal Spirits as may support the Dominion of the Soul in its full Extent and Activity, so feasible as this, which is suggested to be the Source of the Longevity and Healthfulness of Hermippus.""",2011-10-26 21:22:33 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in Google Books,19302,7123
"LAURA.
He says that, tho' he were not nobly born,
Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave,
Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning
Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness:
That every easy Virtue is his own;
Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd,
Implanted in his Soul--Chiefly one Charm
He in his graceful Character observes:
That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience,
And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature,
Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check
Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper,
And gentle Softness.
(I.i)",2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"Chiefly one Charm / He in his graceful Character observes: / That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience, / And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature, / Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check / Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper, / And gentle Softness.""",2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21237,7490
"SIGISMUNDA.
Hopes I have none!--Those by this fatal Day
Are blasted all--But from my Soul to banish,
While weeping Memory there retains her Seat,
Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd,
Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming,
Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise.
(III.ii)",2013-06-28 14:46:27 UTC,"""But from my Soul to banish, / While weeping Memory there retains her Seat, / Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd, / Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming, / Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise.""",2013-06-28 14:46:27 UTC,"Act III, scene ii","",,Throne,"",C-H Lion,21249,7490
"SIGISMUNDA.
How! when I heard myself your full Consent
To the late King's so just and prudent Will?
Heard it before you read, in solemn Senate?
When I beheld you give your Royal Hand
To Her, whose Birth and Dignity, of Right,
Demands that high Alliance? Yes, my Lord,
You have done well. The Man, whom Heaven appoints
To govern others, should himself first learn
To bend his Passions to the Sway of Reason.
In all you have done well, but when you bid
My humbled Hopes look up to you again,
And sooth'd with wanton Cruelty my Weakness--
That too was well--My Vanity deserv'd
The sharp Rebuke, whose fond Extravagance
Could ever dream to balance your Repose,
Your Glory and the Welfare of a People.
(IV.ii)",2013-06-28 14:52:05 UTC,"""The Man, whom Heaven appoints / To govern others, should himself first learn / To bend his Passions to the Sway of Reason.""",2013-06-28 14:52:05 UTC,"Act IV, scene ii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21253,7490
"SIGISMUNDA.
The World approve!--What is the World to me?
The conscious Mind is its own awful World.--
And yet, perhaps, if thou wert not a King,
I know not, Tancred, what I might have done.
Then, then, my Conduct, sanctify'd by Love,
Could not be deem'd, by the severest Judge,
The mean Effect of Interest, or Ambition.
But now not all my partial Heart can plead,
Shall ever shake th' unalterable Dictates
That tyrannize my Breast.
(V.vi, 98-107)",2013-06-28 15:01:53 UTC,"""But now not all my partial Heart can plead, / Shall ever shake th' unalterable Dictates / That tyrannize my Breast.""",2013-06-28 15:01:53 UTC,"Act V, scene vi","",,"","",C-H Lion,21260,7490
"SIFFREDI.
[After a pathetic Pause, looking on the Scene before him.]
Have I liv'd
To these enfeebled Years, by Heaven reserv'd,
To be a dreadful Monument of Justice?--
Rodolpho, raise the King, and bear him hence
From this distracting Scene of Blood and Death.
Alas! I dare not give him my Assistance;
My Care would only more enflame his Rage.
Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand,
That by rude Force the Passions would command,
That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast;
They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest.
Taught hence, Ye Parents, who from Nature stray,
And the great Ties of social Life betray;
Ne'er with your Children act a Tyrant's Part:
'Tis your's to guide, not violate the Heart.
Ye vainly wise, who o'er Mankind preside,
Behold my righteous Woes, and drop your Pride!
Keep Virtue's simple Path before your Eyes,
Nor think from Evil Good can ever rise.
(V.viii)",2013-06-28 15:08:30 UTC,"""Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand, / That by rude Force the Passions would command, / That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast; / They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest.""",2013-06-28 15:08:30 UTC,"Act V, scene viii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21264,7490