work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3725,"","Searching ""iron"" and ""soul"" HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""chains""",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"But to proceed--how can my spirits hold?
I need Relief, my heart (alas) grows cold,
Whilst I with wonder look on what's behind,
Soul-melting pity overwhelms my mind.
Who can of such heart-breaking suff'rings hear,
And not dissolve each Eye into a Tear?
But, ah! methinks something doth intervene,
The thought of which puts me to as much pain,
As doth the sad, but useful Contemplation
Of his unhappy happy bloody passion.
Then let's retreat, and to the Garden go,
For in that place began his grievous woe:
Before he doth with th' King of Terrors fight,
Another King sets on him full of spight,
Whose powr's great, by cursed usurpation,
He domineers and rules o're every Nation;
He brings the Mighty down unto his feet,
And makes them all with rigour to submit:
The good, the bad, the wise, the old, the young,
The rich, the poor, the beautiful, and strong,
All that live, or e're liv'd, have worsted bin
By this proud lofty one, whose name is SIN.
A Bastard Devil of most monstrous Birth,
Begot in Hell, by Satan first brought forth;
Already you have of his Malice heard,
And how in wrath he never Mortal spar'd.
A crafty Foe, who oftner steers his course
In all his wars, by fraud than open force:
'Tis he that keeps the Soul in Iron Chains,
And robs her of all Sense; lest those great pains
She otherwise might feel, should make her cry
To be deliver'd from his slavery;
Unless our Jesus doth this Foe destroy,
The Soul he loves he never can enjoy.
He had with him before oft a hard Duel,
And worsted him, escaping all his cruel
Attaques, but rallying now with other Foes
He joyns, to lay on more impetuous blows.
Well may we dread here an amazing Fight,
For lo! with him confederate in our sight
The Wrath of God, most fearful to behold:
Both these sad Enemies, with courage bold,
Are making all the Head that e're they can
Against this blessed Prince, the Son of Man.
Oh! let our Souls be arm'd with courage bold,
Whilst we this furious Battel do behold.
Before the Fight begins, do you not hear
How he doth cry unto his Father dear;
O let this Cup from me, Lord, pass away,
If it be possible; Let it, I pray,
Pass from me, that of it I may not drink.
Until this time he never seem'd to shrink
From any pain, conflict, or suffering;
This Combat is, alas, a different thing,
From what before he ever met withal;
From hence he did unto his Father call
Once and again, repeating of his cry,
It'h sense of what was now approaching nigh.
Some may at this 'tis likely much admire,
That our dear Saviour should so loud desire
To be deliver'd from that bitter Cup,
Which was prepared for him to drink up.
It did not rise for his unwillingness;
But from the pain, the anguish, and distress
'Twould bring him to: this humane Nature's weak,
From thence he might such supplications make.
Ah! wrath Divine, what humane Soul can bear?
But of Divinity he hath his share,
Which doth again his fainting spirit chear.
And such support he needs--Cast but an Eye,
See how the Combatants with fury fly
Upon each other; What a Battel's here,
Enough to melt our Souls into a tear.
Lo! the first blow that Sin and Wrath doth give,
It is the worst he ever did receive.
Behold! how frightfully grim Wrath doth frown;
Nay, more, the Prince seems by their strength cast down.
Now Sin & Wrath upon him both do lie,
Which makes him groan, and bitterly to cry,
With panting breast, and half-expiring Breath,
My Soul is sorrowful, ev'n unto Death.",,9638,"","""'Tis he [Satan] that keeps the Soul in Iron Chains, / And robs her of all Sense; lest those great pains / She otherwise might feel, should make her cry / To be deliver'd from his slavery.""",Fetters,2012-01-11 21:52:38 UTC,""
3734,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Now that same restless Spirit, who doth go
Round the vast Orb, to work the overthrow
Of Fallen Man, had then among the rest
Of the assembled Jews, a Man possest;
Who when he heard the ever blessed Lord
Divinely teach, most hellishly he roar'd,
And thus he spake,--Can't we be let alone,
Since we are banisht from the heav'nly Throne,
To have the freedom of this lower World,
Must we from hence as from above be hurl'd,
What have we, Jesus, for to do with thee,
Are we not here from thy Dominion free?
Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave
Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have
Fetter'd, with a design to make them be
Companions with us in our misery;
I know thee, who thou art, and must thee own
To be the mighty Saviour, and the Son
Of that just God, whom, by our fatal Pride,
We would have equall'd, but in vain we try'd.
Then Jesus sharply did rebuke the Fiend,
And to his saucy Questions put an end;
Commanding him to hold his peace, and quit
The captiv'd Body, and ne're argue it.
Th'enraged Fiend, who durst no longer stay
Within his conquer'd Tenement of Clay,
All foaming threw him on the paved Floor,
Beating his Face till 'twas imbru'd all o're
With Froth and Blood, then with an hideous yell
Forth sally'd the infernal Imp of Hell.",2011-05-26,9652,•I've included twice: Conquest and Fetter,"""Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery""?",Fetters,2011-05-26 23:48:26 UTC,""
3744,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,"This fetters all our Senses, pulleth down
Heav'ns Image, Reason, from her rightful Throne,
And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm,
Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm.
By which we oft-times to our selves create,
And find more trouble in the fond Coneit
Of Things, than in the Things themselves can er'e
Be found, if strictly they examin'd were.",2011-05-26,9666,"•""This"" is ""Sadness, the black'st of Passions.""
•I've included thrice: Fetters, Throne, and Image","""This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."" ",Fetters,2011-05-26 23:50:30 UTC,""
3691,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-06 21:41:55 UTC,"PROFESSOR
We shall (I see) have now a hot contest;
This is the main of all, it is confest,
Concerning the true Christ I do espye
The controversie chiefly now will lye.
Before a Question to you I propound,
See how you do your self sadly confound.
You bring a Scripture for to prove to me
Christ is in all, else Reprobates they be.
Of Judgment you are void, or 'tis but small;
Dost think there are no Reprobates at all?
For all may see, whose eyes are not too dim,
The Reprobate he has not Christ in him,
From Pauls own words; and in that very place
Which you do bring to prove your present case.
But to your words to give a full reply,
Say what true Christian ever did deny
That by his Spirit Christ did dwell in those
Who truly did believe, and he hath chose;
By Faith th'Apostle shews and makes appear
Christ dwelleth in all his own Children dear.
Now, I shall prove that, which disprove you can't,
The spirit of the blest new Covenant.
No wordly man can in his heart possess,
Though th'Light in all I readily confess.
The Light in all, of which you make your boast,
I utterly deny's the Holy Ghost,
Which doth proceed from Father and the Son,
That is the portion of the Saints alone;
And that th'Holy Ghost, which Saints are led by
Our Mediator is I do deny.
Which I intend to prove also to all;
But first, I shall upon the former fall:
And it to prove Christs precious words we have,
That spirit, he says, the world could not receive.
'Twas with th'Saints and in them for to be;
But not in others, 'cause they could not see:
They had no eyes to see that glor'us spirit,
And therefore could they not the same inherit.
And thus you seem to give the Lord the ly,
You do affirm that which he doth deny.
The world can't it receive, Christ doth assert;
You do affirm it is in ev'ry heart.
The second Scripture which I now shall cite
To prove th'Holy Ghost not the common Light
That is in all; nor yet that it can be
I'th' hearts of such that love iniquity.
'Tis in the Romans, where th'Apostle Paul
Abundantly doth prove it unto all,
That in those hearts where Christ's blest spirit's sown,
The fruits will there appear, and plain be known.
Those unto whom God doth this spirit give,
He doth affirm after the spirit live.
He proves it furthermore that every one
That hath Christ's spirit is indeed his own.
I'th' Negative he also thus hath wrot,
That ev'ry one which han't Christ's spirit got
Is none of his, but of a certainty,
If in that state they liv'd and so did dy,
It would be bad with them for evermore,
Do you from hence with care observe therefore
That what you say is utterly untrue,
Or else be sure this will as next ensue.
There's ne'r a soul that dwells on all the earth,
But he an intrest in Christ Jesus hath.
But to proceed on to another Text,
That in the Corinths then shall be the next:
Where Paul doth shew the worldly man doth want
Christ's blessed spirit, which is in a Saint.
Moreover this he also doth unfold,
That such who have Christ's spirit, do behold
The Face of Christ, and also they discern
Things of the Spirit, which doth them concern,
Which Natural men cannot at all perceive,
Because Christ's Spirit they do not receive.
If to the Truth your heart's at all inclin'd,
His other words with care then also mind.
Where is Christ's spirit, he doth testifie
There's in that Soul most precious Liberty:
The Sp'rit of bondage is that Legal light
That is in all, which clearly prove I might.
Which wounds and kills, and fills the soul with sorrow,
And doth condemn, and leave it under terror;
But when Christ's spirit comes i'th' soul to be,
From sin and bondage Christ doth set it free.
But do you think, my Friend, that ev'ry one
Is so made free indeed now by the Son?
Another Scripture also I shall urge
That proves the case as most of Christians judge.
Jude to the Saints doth clearly intimate
Some even there themselves did separate,
Having not th'spirit in them he doth show,
And from his words thus I now argue do:
If such, like those who were so sensual,
Have not Christ's spirit, 'tis not then in all.",,19396,"","""But when Christ's spirit comes i'th' soul to be, / From sin and bondage Christ doth set it free.""",Fetters,2012-01-06 21:42:12 UTC,""
3353,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)' found again, ""chain""",2012-01-06 21:44:34 UTC,"'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight
Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight
Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight.
",,19397,"","""'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight / Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight / Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight.""",Fetters,2012-01-12 02:55:23 UTC,""
7161,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-11 20:44:07 UTC,"Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair
A willing Lover doth ensnare)
Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines,
Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!
And keep me bound, that I may be
Thy Prisoner, yet at Liberty.",,19438,"","""Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair / A willing Lover doth ensnare) / Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines, / Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!""",Fetters,2012-01-11 20:44:07 UTC,""
7161,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-11 20:44:17 UTC,"Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair
A willing Lover doth ensnare)
Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines,
Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!
And keep me bound, that I may be
Thy Prisoner, yet at Liberty.",,19439,"",""Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair / A willing Lover doth ensnare) / Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines, / Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!""",Fetters,2012-01-11 20:44:17 UTC,""
3620,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-11 21:58:20 UTC,"Fierce was the flame, and strong the happy heat,
Which on the Pilgrim's chafed Soul did beat:
Quick beat the pulses of his Noble breast,
High was the Tyde of LOVE, which still encreast
Its scalding waves, so that he thought he shou'd
Have lost his Life in that delicious Flood.
Such were Love's Ardors, he could scarce forbear
His fettering flesh, his free Soul's chaines, to tear:
How oft he mounted nimbly from the ground,
As if his Soul some passage thence had found:
How was he griev'd to see he leap'd in vain,
To see his Body bring her down again!
O how he wished that his Soul might be,
Now from the shackling gives of Flesh set free,
That she might spread her spacious wings, and fly,
Th'row the wide Welkin of Æternity,
Unto th' illustrous Throne of Christ, and there
Among the Crowned Saints new cloath'd appear:
But chiefly that she without Letts might move
In the vast Ocean of Æternal LOVE.
For whilst that Flesh her freedom did restrain,
The more her pleasure was, the more her pain,
To be deny'd her Liberty, that she
Engulphed was not in that endlesse Sea:
Streams could not now content her; the Abysse
Of Love alone, must now compleat her Blisse.
O happy Souls which in such Flames do move
And frying, thus LOVE'S blessed Martyrs prove.",,19445,"","""Such were Love's Ardors, he could scarce forbear / His fettering flesh, his free Soul's chaines, to tear.""",Fetters,2012-01-11 21:58:20 UTC,""
7165,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-12 03:04:33 UTC,"Why break'st thou not (my Soul) this Chain
Of Flesh? why lett'st thou that restrain
Thy nimble Flight into his Arms,
Whose only Look with gladness charms?
But (alas!) in vain I speak to thee
Poor Soul! already fled from Me;
To seek out him in whose lov'd Brest,
Thy Life, as mine in thee, doth rest.
(p. 165)",,19446,"","""Why break'st thou not (my Soul) this Chain / Of Flesh? why lett'st thou that restrain / Thy nimble Flight into his Arms, / Whose only Look with gladness charms?""",Fetters,2012-01-12 03:26:07 UTC,""
7742,"",Reading,2013-10-27 15:24:43 UTC,"Libera quae potui spatioso ludere Coelo,
Cernis, ut angusto carcere clausa premar?
Heu dolor! caveae membra fuere meae.
Pes compes, manicaeque manus, nervique catenae,
Ossaque cancellis nativa repagula claustri,
Damner ut hospitii compede vincta mei?
(III.xxxx [sig.Bb2])
[I who could play freely in the wide heavens--do you perceive how I am now pressed close in a narrow dungeon? Alas, what misery! that the light poured me forth on these unhappy airs! My very limbs are a prison to me. Feet fetters, hands manacles, nerves chains, bones a cage for showing off a slave in a market, bound together with its own lattice-work of bars. To what end am I barred in by the natural barrier of a prison so closley kin to me, so that I am condemned to be bound in fetters in the guest-chamber which is my very own?]
",,23082,"","""Heu dolor! caveae membra fuere meae. / Pes compes, manicaeque manus, nervique catenae, / Ossaque cancellis nativa repagula claustri, / Damner ut hospitii compede vincta mei?"" [""Alas, what misery! that the light poured me forth on these unhappy airs! My very limbs are a prison to me. Feet fetters, hands manacles, nerves chains, bones a cage for showing off a slave in a market, bound together with its own lattice-work of bars. To what end am I barred in by the natural barrier of a prison so closley kin to me, so that I am condemned to be bound in fetters in the guest-chamber which is my very own?""]",Fetters and Rooms,2013-10-27 15:25:13 UTC,""