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,""