work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4359,"",Searching poems at the Swift Society,2005-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"When first the squire and tinker Wood
Gravely consulting Ireland's good,
Together mingled in a mass
Smith's dust, and copper, lead, and brass;
The mixture thus by chemic art
United close in ev'ry part,
In fillets roll'd, or cut in pieces,
Appear'd like one continued species;
And, by the forming engine struck,
On all the same impression took.
So, to confound this hated coin,
All parties and religions join;
Whigs, Tories, Trimmers, Hanoverians,
Quakers, Conformists, Presbyterians,
Scotch, Irish, English, French, unite,
With equal interest, equal spite
Together mingled in a lump,
Do all in one opinion jump;
And ev'ry one begins to find
The same impression on his mind.
(p. 201).",2009-08-06,11456,"•Poem continues elaborating the conceit of a golden chain replaced by a brazen one. Wood is cast in the part of Prometheus. The consequences are politically disastrous: ""But sure, if nothing else must pass / Betwixt the king and us but brass, / Although the chain will never crack, / Yet our devotion may grow slack.""","""And ev'ry one begins to find / The same impression on his mind.""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:35:55 UTC,""
4406,Lockean Philosophy,"Reading Melinda Alliker Rabb's ""'Soft Figures' and 'a Pastes of Composition Rare': Pope, Swift, and Memory"" in SECC vol. 19, p. 189.",2003-10-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Must these like empty shadows pass,
Or forms reflected from a glass?
Or mere chimeras in the mind,
That fly, and leave no marks behind?
Does not the body thrive and grow
By food of twenty years ago?
And, had it not been still supplied,
It must a thousand times have died.
Then who with reason can maintain
That no effects of food remain?
And is not virtue in mankind
The nutriment that feeds the mind;
Upheld by each good action past,
And still continued by the last?
Then, who with reason can pretend
That all effects of virtue end?
(p. 480, ll. 51-66)",2011-01-04,11605,•REVISIT and fill out citation. INTEREST. Cross-reference: Locke's Essay.,"""Must these like empty shadows pass, / Or forms reflected from a glass? / Or mere chimeras in the mind, / That fly, and leave no marks behind?""","",2013-09-23 17:52:22 UTC,""
4406,"","Reading Melinda Alliker Rabb's ""'Soft Figures' and 'a Pastes of Composition Rare': Pope, Swift, and Memory"" in SECC vol. 19, p. 189.",2003-10-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Must these like empty shadows pass,
Or forms reflected from a glass?
Or mere chimeras in the mind,
That fly, and leave no marks behind?
Does not the body thrive and grow
By food of twenty years ago?
And, had it not been still supplied,
It must a thousand times have died.
Then who with reason can maintain
That no effects of food remain?
And is not virtue in mankind
The nutriment that feeds the mind;
Upheld by each good action past,
And still continued by the last?
Then, who with reason can pretend
That all effects of virtue end?
(p. 480, ll. 51-66)",2010-01-04,11606,"","""And is not virtue in mankind / The nutriment that feeds the mind; / Upheld by each good action past, / And still continued by the last?""","",2011-01-04 16:54:58 UTC,""
4538,"",Searching poems at the Swift Society; found again in ECCO.,2005-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"XIII.
A baited Banker thus desponds,
From his own Hand foresees his Fall,
They have his Soul, who have his Bonds;
'Tis like the Writing on the Wall.
XIV.
How will the Caitif Wretch be scar'd,
When first he finds himself awake
At the last Trumpet, unprepar'd,
And all his Grand Account to make?
XV.
For in that universal Call,
Few Bankers will to Heav'n be Mounters;
They'll cry, Ye Shops, upon us fall,
Conceal and cover us, Ye counters.
XVI.
When Other hands the Scales shall hold,
And they, in Men and Angels Sight
Produc'd with all their Bills and Gold,
Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found light.""
(p. 113-4)",2007-04-26,11937,"REVISED AER. And then text redone by BMP.
see also Poems vol. I, p. 241, l. 71.","A banker's soul may be ""Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found Light.""",Coinage,2014-04-16 17:49:04 UTC,""
6789,"",Reading,2011-01-04 16:26:34 UTC,"The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q ------ prevail,
The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl.
From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains;
For which Her M------y allows him Grains.
Though 'tis confess't, that those who ever saw
His Poems, think them all not worth a Straw.
Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Stubble!
Thy Toil is lessen'd, and thy Profits double.",,18098,"","""From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains; / For which Her M------y allows him Grains.""","",2011-01-04 16:26:34 UTC,""