work_id,theme,id,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,created_at,context,comments,text,reviewed_on,provenance
5532,"",14799,"Reason's subjects work and return home with ""treasures fraught"" and display before their queen their ""shining spoils, which are laid up in ""mental stores.""",Coinage and Rooms,2013-06-11 18:37:16 UTC,2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"•INTEREST. Rich Poem. There is an extended allegory here that picks up form the previous metaphors. Reason's rule, working subjects, mining, flowers, treasures, storage, etc.
•I've included this entry thrice: Government, Minerals, Animals.
•The whole is then brought into comparison with the honey bee!","TO SILVIA
My lovely Silvia, while in blooming youth
Your mental powers are active, sprightly, gay,
Attend the voice of friendship and of truth,
That courts your notice in the moral lay.
Those active powers the Lord of nature gave
To reason's rule by choice alone confin'd,
For reason's empire never knew a slave,
Her sway is gentle and her laws are kind.
Her subjects take their orders from her eye,
While she to each their various task assigns;
And now o'er nature's ample field they fly,
A field far richer than Peruvian mines.
Here with unweary'd diligence they rove,
Collecting treasures to enrich the mind:
And many a flower and plant in dale or grove,
Of virtues rare and fadeless bloom they find.
And now with treasures fraught returning home,
Before their queen display the shining spoil,
Arrang'd in beauteous order round the dome,
Her approbation crowns the pleasing toil.
When chill'd by time's cold hand, those sprightly powers
Inclin'd to rest, inactive, cease to roam,
Those mental stores shall cheer the wintery hours,
And flowers unfading breathe their sweets at home.
Extracting food amid the vernal bloom,
So flies the industrious bee around the vale,
With native skill she forms the waxen comb,
To keep for wintery days the rich regale.
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5556,Blank Slate,14842,"""How solidly he establishes, in Opposition to the celebrated Mr. Locke, the Doctrine of Innate Ideas; or that the Soul of Man, is not in its first created State, a mere Rasa Tabula, or blank Paper, but full of divine Sensations, and the Powers, Riches and Glories of Eternity; all treasured up and lying dormant in it.""",Coinage and Writing,2013-06-11 18:38:54 UTC,2006-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","•""He"" is William Law.
•I've included twice: Tabula Rasa and Paper","[...} How marvellously he unfolds the great Volume of Temporal and Eternal Nature, and discovers the true Origin of natural and moral Evil; which has so perplexed modern Divines and Philosophers, as it formerly did the Ancient Sages to Account for. How solidly he establishes, in Opposition to the celebrated Mr. Locke, the Doctrine of Innate Ideas; or that the Soul of Man, is not in its first created State, a mere Rasa Tabula, or blank Paper, but full of divine Sensations, and the Powers, Riches and Glories of Eternity; all treasured up and lying dormant in it. In [end page 5] a Word, how clearly he demonstrates to the ingenuous, enquiring Mind, the essential, eternal, and unchangeable Distinction, between God and Nature; a Mystery, with respect to its true Ground, hidden for Ages; and many other Truths of the utmost Moment, all coming Home to the Bosoms of Men; I am filled with Admiration; and cannot but consider him as a resplendent Luminary, newly arisen in the intellectual and spiritual World, in order to dispel the Darkness of bewildered Reason and Learning, and to establish in their Room, a Philosophy founded upon the solid and sublime Principles of the Gospel, the manifest Operations of Nature, and the immutable Relations of Things [...]
(pp. 5-6)",,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO"
5791,"",15447,"""A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!""",Coinage and Metal,2013-06-11 18:52:38 UTC,2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"","","The merchant venturous in his search of gain,
Who ploughs the winter of the boist'rous main,
From various climes collects a various store,
And lands the treasure on his native shore.
Our merchant yet imports no golden prize,
What wretches covet, and what you despise!
A different store his richer freight imparts--
The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts;
The social sense, the feelings of mankind,
And the large treasure of a godlike mind!",,Searching in HDIS (Poetry)