work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7012,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-18 17:37:21 UTC,"&nbps; Curst be the Hour, ye Day, ye Year,
Curst ye disease that ravish'd hence or. seer,
&nbps; Whose sacrilegious dart cou'd show,
That one so good was not immortall too;
&nbps; Yet wt. alas can this avail?
&nbps; Why all this mad distemper'd Zeal
As wt it did were the effects of chance,
&nbps; & not of providence.
No the impatient heavens thought long to want
&nbps; In their blest choirs so true a saint,
And sent a ministring sickness from above,
&nbps; his earthy fetters to remove.
&nbps; &nbps; It came ye call he knew,
&nbps; & streight obey'd & streight wthdrew,
Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind
&nbps; &nbps; &nbps; Rose up to sacred love,
&nbps; To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd,
&nbps; &nbps; Quitting his lump of clay,
&nbps; &nbps; As subtle spirits fume away
Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye,
&nbps; They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.
(ll. 53-73, p. 348)",,18902,"","""Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind / Rose up to sacred love, / To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd, / Quitting his lump of clay, / As subtle spirits fume away / Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye, / They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.""",Fetters,2011-07-18 17:37:21 UTC,""
7150,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 00:12:21 UTC," Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace
When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release
all my mourning then shall cease
then all my sorrow shall be turnd to Joy
& then thy mercyes onely shall my soul employ
Oh hear my god my saviour hear
& lett thy goodness towr'ds me soon appear
arm me wth heavn'ly temperd arms my Lord
Give for my buckler faith & for a sword thy word
Girt up my loins wth truth & on my breast
lett righteousness be plac't
thus thus I safely shall oppose
& safely triumph o're my foes
thus shall I break the force of hell & flee
With a glad heart to thee
to thee who (all my dangers past)
Wilt give thy self to me thy self & heav'n at last
theres the continuall treasury of bliss
the magazine of happiness
Pleasure there does never Cease
& in æternall Joy I shall remain
Where in æternall glory thou doest reign.
(p. 340, ll. 62-83)",,19406,"","""Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace / When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release / all my mourning then shall cease.""",Fetters,2012-01-09 15:57:22 UTC,""
7155,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 17:39:41 UTC,"The Man whose mind & actions still Sedate
Can bravely triumph ore ye thoughts of fate
He who unaltered fortunes Changes brookes
Without elated or dejected lookes
With a fixd carriage & undaunted soul
Shall see ye oceans boiling surges roll
Vesuvius flames in smoaky pillars rise
& bolts of thunder dart from opening skys
Why dread we wretched mankind tell me why
When the vain threats of tyrants idely fly
Weigh all things right as in themselves they are
Unlearn your minds to move by hope & fear
With in yr breast lett resolution reign
& all their baffled forces act in vain
But he who servily can wish or grieve
For that which is not in his powr to give
Casts off the firmness wch shoud make him great
the strongest shield we can oppose to fate
letts inclinations grow & thus he weaves
Those very bonds which keep us passions slaves.
(p. 390, ll. 1-20)",,19417,"Boethius, Book I, Metre 4. Poem in two texts in the ms. Connected to Pope's interest in Boethius, c. 1717? See Rawson and Lock's commentary: p. 628.","""But he who servily can wish or grieve / For that which is not in his powr to give / Casts off the firmness wch shoud make him great / the strongest shield we can oppose to fate / letts inclinations grow & thus he weaves / Those very bonds which keep us passions slaves.""","",2012-01-09 17:39:41 UTC,""