work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4104,"",Reading,2003-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Jove view'd the Combate, whose Event foreseen,
He thus bespoke his Sister and Queen.
The Hour draws on; the Destinies ordain,
My God-like Son shall press the Phrygian Plain:
Already on the Verge of Death he stands,
His Life is ow'd to fierce Patroclus' Hands.
What Passions in a Parent's Breast debate!
Say, shall I snatch him from Impending Fate;
And send him safe to Lycia, distant far
From all the Dangers and Toils of War;
Or to his Doom my bravest Off-spring yield,
And fatten, with Celestial Blood, the Field?
(ll. 225-36, p. 66)",,10561,•First published in Tonson's Miscellanies in 1709.,"""What Passions in a Parent's Breast debate!""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:35:05 UTC,""
4107,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"This Justin heard; nor could his Spleen controul,
Touch'd to the Quick, and tickled at the Soul.
'Sir Knight (he cry'd) if this be all your Dread,
'Heav'n put it past your Doubt, whene'er you wed;
'And to my fervent Pray'rs so far consent,
'That, e're the Rites are o'er, you may repent!
'Good Heav'n, no doubt, the nuptial State approves,
'Since it chastises still what best it loves:
'Then be not, Sir, abandon'd to Despair;
'Seek, and perhaps you'll find, among the Fair,
'One that may do your Business to a Hair;
'Not ev'n in Wish your Happiness delay,
'But prove the Scourge to lash you on your Way:
'Then to the Skies your mounting Soul shall go,
'Swift as an Arrow soaring from the Bow.
'Provided still, you moderate your Joy,
'Nor in your Pleasures all your Might employ:
'Let Reason's Rule your strong Desires abate,
'Nor please too lavishly your gentle Mate.
'Old Wives there are, of Judgment most acute,
'Who solve these Questions beyond all Dispute;
'Consult with those, and be of better Chear;
'Marry, do Penance, and dismiss your Fear.",,10565,•Also published in Ogle's Canterbury Tales(1741).See also entry in Ogle.
•C-H also has it in The Works (1736).
,"""Provided still, you moderate your Joy, / Nor in your Pleasures all your Might employ: / Let Reason's Rule your strong Desires abate, / Nor please too lavishly your gentle Mate.""","",2013-06-12 19:47:12 UTC,""
4151,"",HDIS,2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find
Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:
Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light;
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.
But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd:
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
In search of wit these lose their common sense,
And then turn Critics in their own defence:
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.
If Mævius scribble in Apollo 's spight,
There are, who judge still worse than he can write.
(I, ll. 19-35)",2009-01-28,10675,"•I've included thrice: Seed, Light, Line","""Yet if we look more closely, we shall find / Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind: / Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light; / The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,Part I
4151,"",HDIS,2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find
Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:
Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light;
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.
But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd:
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
In search of wit these lose their common sense,
And then turn Critics in their own defence:
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.
If Mævius scribble in Apollo 's spight,
There are, who judge still worse than he can write.
(I, ll. 19-35)",2009-01-28,10677,"","""But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd, / Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd, / So by false learning is good sense defac'd.""","",2009-09-14 19:35:11 UTC,Part I
4151,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Between Verse 25 and 26 were these lines:
Many are spoil'd by that pedantic throng,
Who with great pains teach youth to reason wrong.
Tutors, like Virtuoso's, oft inclin'd
By strange transfusion to improve the mind,
Draw off the sense we have, to pour in new;
Which yet with all their skill, they ne'er could do.",2011-10-20,10678,These lines originally appeared between verses 25 and 26.,"""Tutors, like Virtuoso's, oft inclin'd / By strange transfusion to improve the mind, / Draw off the sense we have, to pour in new; / Which yet with all their skill, they ne'er could do.""","",2011-10-20 14:39:38 UTC,Note to line 25
4151,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.,2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Of all the Causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring Judgment, and misguide the Mind,
What the weak Head with strongest Byass rules,
Is Pride, the never-failing Vice of Fools.
Whatever Nature has in Worth deny'd,
She gives in large Recruits of needful Pride;
For as in Bodies, thus in Souls, we find
What wants in Blood and Spirits, swell'd with Wind:
Pride, where Wit fails, steps in to our Defence,
And fills up all the mighty Void of Sense!
If once right Reason drives that Cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with resistless Day;
Trust not your self; but your Defects to know,
Make use of ev'ry Friend--and ev'ry Foe.
(p. 11)",,10679,"","""Of all the Causes which conspire to blind / Man's erring Judgment, and misguide the Mind, / What the weak Head with strongest Byass rules, / Is Pride, the never-failing Vice of Fools.""","",2014-05-08 14:34:02 UTC,Part II
4151,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.,2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Of all the Causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring Judgment, and misguide the Mind,
What the weak Head with strongest Byass rules,
Is Pride, the never-failing Vice of Fools.
Whatever Nature has in Worth deny'd,
She gives in large Recruits of needful Pride;
For as in Bodies, thus in Souls, we find
What wants in Blood and Spirits, swell'd with Wind:
Pride, where Wit fails, steps in to our Defence,
And fills up all the mighty Void of Sense!
If once right Reason drives that Cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with resistless Day;
Trust not your self; but your Defects to know,
Make use of ev'ry Friend--and ev'ry Foe.
(p. 11; compare II, ll. 201-214 in 1736)",,10680,"","""For as in Bodies, thus in Souls, we find / What wants in Blood and Spirits, swell'd with Wind: / Pride, where Wit fails, steps in to our Defence, / And fills up all the mighty Void of Sense!""","",2014-05-08 14:41:37 UTC,Part II
4151,"",Reading and searching in HDIS (Poetry),2003-11-03 00:00:00 UTC,"A little Learning is a dang'rous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Piërian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts,
While from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprize
New distant scenes of endless science rise!
So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,
Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky,
Th'eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last:
But those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way,
Th'increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes,
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
(II, ll. 215-232)",,10681,•See also the next entry on the Alps,"""A little Learning is a dang'rous thing; / Drink deep, or taste not the Piërian spring: / There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, / And drinking largely sobers us again.""","",2013-06-10 18:25:45 UTC,Part II
4151,"",HDIS,2003-11-03 00:00:00 UTC,"Alittle Learning is a dang'rous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Piërian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts,
While from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprize
New distant scenes of endless science rise!
So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,
Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky,
Th'eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last:
But those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way,
Th'increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes,
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
(II, ll. 215-232)",,10682,•Johnson thought this the greatest simile in English poetry. INTEREST.,"""While from the bounded level of our mind, / Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind, / But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprize / New distant scenes of endless science rise!""","",2009-09-14 19:35:11 UTC,Part II
4151,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.,2003-11-03 00:00:00 UTC,"True Wit is Nature to Advantage drest,
What oft was Thought, but ne'er so well Exprest;
Something, whose Truth convinc'd at Sight we find,
That gives us back the Image of our Mind.
As Shades more sweetly recommend the Light,
So modest Plainness sets off sprightly Wit:
For Works may have more Wit than does 'em good,
As Bodies perish through Excess of Blood.
(pp. 15-16)",,10683,"Originally had HDIS text here: (II, ll. 289-304). 1711 differs (is shorter).","""True Wit is Nature to Advantage drest, / What oft was Thought, but ne'er so well Exprest; / Something, whose Truth convinc'd at Sight we find, / That gives us back the Image of our Mind.""","",2014-05-12 21:04:46 UTC,Part II