text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
Send to my breast Allmighty King send down
A beam of brightness from thy starry throne
Break on my mind drive errors cloud away
& make a calm in passions troubled sea
that the poor banishd Soul serene & free
May rise from earth to visit heav'n & thee.
Come peace Divine shed gently from above
Inspire my willing bosome wondrous love
& lend thy wings & teach me how to move
,2009-09-14 19:33:35 UTC,"A beam of brightness may break on the mind and ""drive errors cloud away / & make a calm in passions troubled sea""",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice in Weather: Clouds and Tempest,HDIS,8455,3218
"What raisd their Joy their love coud also raise,
& each contended in the words of praise,
& evry word proclaimd the wonders past,
& God was still ye first & still ye last,
Deep in their soules ye fair impression lay,
Deep-tracd & never to be worn away.",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""Deep in their soules ye fair impression lay, / Deep-tracd & never to be worn away.""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,Impression,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8591,3323
"If at the type our dreaming soules awake,
& Hannahs strains their Just impression make,
The boundless powr of Providence we know,
& fix our trust on nothing here below.
Then He grown pleasd that men his greatness own,
Lookes down Serenely from his starry throne,
& bids ye blessed days our prayrs have won
Put on their glorys & prepare to run.
For which our thanks be Justly sent above,
Enlargd by gladness, & inspird with Love:
For which his praises be for ever sung,
Oh Sweet employments of ye gratefull tongue!",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""If at the type our dreaming soules awake, / & Hannahs strains their Just impression make""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,Impression,
,"Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8592,3324
" But, since we never from the Breast of Fools
Can root their Passions, yet while Reason rules,
Let her hold forth her Scales with equal Hand,
Justly to punish, as the Crimes demand.",2013-07-16 22:18:20 UTC,"""But, since we never from the Breast of Fools / Can root their Passions, yet while Reason rules, / Let her hold forth her Scales with equal Hand, / Justly to punish, as the Crimes demand.""",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Book I, Satire iii","",,"","•I don't think the following lines count as Rule of Reason...
• looked again... Why not, Brad? ",Searching HDIS (Poetry),12868,4813
"A peevish Boy shall proffer'd Fruit despise;
""Take it, dear Puppy."" No, and yet he dies
If you refuse it. Does not this discover
The froward Soul of a discarded Lover,
Thus reasoning with himself? What! when thus slighted
Shall I return, return though uninvited?
Yes, he shall sure return and lingering wait
At the proud Doors he now presumes to hate.
""Shall I not go if she submissive send,
""Or here resolve, my Injuries shall end?
""Expell'd, recall'd, shall I go back again?
""No; let her kneel; for she shall kneel in vain.""
When lo! his wily Servant well reply'd,
Think not by Rule and Reason, Sir, to guide
What ne'er by Reason or by Measure move,
For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love,
And while tempestuous these Emotions roll,
And float with blind Disorder in the Soul,
Who strives to fix them by one certain Rule,
May by right Rule and Reason play the Fool.",2013-07-16 22:19:41 UTC,"""For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love, / And while tempestuous these Emotions roll, / And float with blind Disorder in the Soul.""",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Book II, Satire iii","",,"",•Cross-reference: see the translation of these lines in Duncombe's Horace.,"",12869,4814
"If we, by Chance, that Thief Petillius name,
You, as your Custom is, defend his Fame.
""Petillius is my Friend; from early Youth
""Chearful we liv'd together, and in truth
""I have been much indebted to his Power,
""And I rejoice to find his Danger o'er.
""But, in the Name of Wonder be it said,
""At that same Trial how he sav'd his Head.""--
Such Rancour this, of such a poisonous Vein,
As never, never, shall my Paper stain:
Much less infect my Heart, if I may dare
For my own Heart, in any thing, to swear.
",2009-09-14 19:37:31 UTC,"""Such Rancour this, of such a poisonous Vein, / As never, never, shall my Paper stain: / Much less infect my Heart""",2005-03-26 00:00:00 UTC,The First Book of the Satires of Horace,"",,"",•Cross-reference: see the translation of these lines in Philip Francis' Horace.,"Searching ""paper"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12901,4824
"Rogues nightly rise to murder Men for Pelf,
Will you not rouse you to preserve yourself?
But though in Health you doze away your Days,
You run, when puff'd with dropsical Disease.
Unless you light your early Lamp, to find
A moral Book; unless you form your Mind
To nobler Studies, you shall forfeit Rest,
And Love or Envy shall distract your Breast.
For the hurt Eye an instant Cure you find;
Then why neglect, for Years, the sickening Mind?",2009-09-14 19:37:33 UTC,"""For the hurt Eye an instant Cure you find; Then why neglect, for Years, the sickening Mind?""",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,The First Book of the Epistles of Horace,"",,Eye,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),12933,4846
"But thou fair Church in whom he fixes love,
Thou queen accepted of the prince above;
Behold him fairer than the sons of men,
Embrace his offer'd heart, and share his reign;
In Moses's laws they bred thy tender years,
But now to new commands incline thine ears,
Forget thy people, bear no more in mind
Thy Father's houshold, for thy spouse is kind.
Within thy soul let vain affections dye,
Him only worship, and with him comply.
So shall thy spouse's heart with thine agree,
So shall his fervour still encrease for thee.
Come while he calls, supremely favour'd queen,
In heav'nly glories dress thy soul within;
With pious actions to the throne be brought,
In close connection of the virtues wrought,
Let these around thee for a garment shine,
And be the work to make them pleasing, thine:
Come, lovely queen, advance with stately port,
Thy good companions shall compleat thy court,
With joyful souls their joyful entrance sing,
And fill the palace of your gracious king.
What tho' thy Moses and the prophets cease,
What tho' the Priesthood leaves the settled race,
The Father's place their offspring well supplies,
When at thy spouse's Ministry they rise,
When thy bless'd houshold on his orders go,
And rule for him where'er he reigns below.
Come, Queen exalted, come, my lasting song
To future ages shall thy fame prolong.
The joyful nations shall thy praise proclaim,
And for their safety crowd beneath thy name.
Oh bounteous Saviour! still thy mercy kind,
Still what thy David sung, thy servants find,
Still why thy David sung thy servants see,
From thee sent down, and sent again to thee.
They see the words of thanks and love divine,
In strains mysterious intermingl'd shine,
As sweet and rich unite in costly waves,
When purling gold the purpled webb receives,
And still the Church he shadow'd hears the lays,
In daily service as an aid to praise.
At these her temper good devotion warms,
And mounts aloft with more engaging charms.
Then as she strives to reach the lofty sky,
Bids gratitude assist her will to fly;
In these our gratitude becomes on fire,
Then feels its flames improv'd by strong desire,
Then feels desire in eager wishes move,
And wish determine in the point of love.
",2009-09-14 19:38:43 UTC,"""In heav'nly glories dress thy soul within.""",2004-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2008-12-03,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),13566,5059
"The musick still proceeds with mournful airs,
And speaks the dangers, as it speaks the fears.
Oh sacred Presence from the son withdrawn,
Oh God my father wither art thou gone?
Oh must my soul bewail tormenting pain,
And all my words of anguish fall in vain?
The trouble's near in which my life will end,
But none is near that will assistance lend;
Like Basan's bulls my foes against me throng
So proud, inhuman, numberless, and strong.
Like desart lyons on their prey they go,
So much their fierce desire of blood they shew:
As ploughers wound the ground, they tore my back
And long deep furrows manifest the track.
They pierc'd my tender hands, my tender feet,
And caus'd sharp pangs, where nerves in numbers meet;
Rich streams of life forsake my rended veins
And fall like water spill'd upon the plains;
My bones that us'd in hollow seats to close,
Disjoint with anguish of convulsive throes;
My mourning heart is melted in my frame
As wax dissolving runs before a flame,
My strength dries up, my flesh the moisture leaves,
And on my tongue my clammy palate cleaves.
Alass! I thirst, alass! for drink I call,
For drink they give me vinegar and gall.
To sportful game the savage soldiers go
And for my vesture on my vesture throw;
While all deride who see me thus forlorn
And shoot their lips and shake their heads in scorn.
And with despiteful jest, behold, they cry,
The great peculiar darling of the sky,
He trusted God wou'd save his soul from woe,
Now God may have him if he loves him so.
But to the dust of death by quick decay
I come, O Father, be not long away.
And was it thus the prince of life was slain?
And was it thus he dy'd for worthless men?
Yes blessed Jesus! thus in ev'ry line
These suff'rings which the Prophet spake were thine.",2009-09-14 19:38:43 UTC,"""My mourning heart is melted in my frame / As wax dissolving runs before a flame""",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"",Psalm 22,,"","•Cross-reference: Blackmore, Chamberlayne, Darby, Frere, Merrick, Parnell, Smart, Wesleys.","Searching ""heart"" and ""wax"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13567,5059
"Come christian to the corps, in spirit come,
And with true signs of grief surround the tomb.
Upon the threshold stone let sin be slain,
Such sacrifice will best avenge his pain.
Bring thither then repentance, sighs and tears,
Bring mortify'd desires, bring holy fears;
And earnest pray'r express'd from thoughts that roll
Through broken mind, and groanings of the soul;
These scatter on his hearse, and so prepare
Those obsequies the Jews deny'd him there,
While in your hearts the flames of love may burn,
To dress the vault, like lamps in sacred urn.
There oft my soul in such a grateful way,
Thine humblest homage with the godly pay.",2009-09-14 19:38:44 UTC,"""While in your hearts the flames of love may burn, / To dress the vault, like lamps in sacred urn.""",2006-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""soul"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13571,5059