work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3522,"",Searching KJV at UVA's Electronic Text Center,2003-07-14 00:00:00 UTC,"30: And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them.
31: And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight.
32: And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?
33: And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them,
34: Saying, The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon.
35: And they told what things were done in the way, and how he was known of them in breaking of bread.
36: And as they thus spake, Jesus himself stood in the midst of them, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
37: But they were terrified and affrighted, and supposed that they had seen a spirit.
38: And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?
39: Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.
40: And when he had thus spoken, he shewed them his hands and his feet.
(Luke 24:30-40)",,9040,"•Note in verse 38 that ""thoughts arise"" in the heart
","""Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?""","",2009-09-14 19:33:55 UTC,""
4141,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The Mind no nobler Wisdom can attain,
Than to inspect and study all the Man:
His awful Looks confess the Race Divine;
In him the Beauties of the Godhead shine:
With Majesty he fills great Reason's Throne,
The Subject World their rightful Monarch own:
His ranging Soul in narrow Bounds contains
All Nature's Works, o'er which in Peace he reigns;
His Head resembles Jove's Eternal Seat,
In which Inthron'd, he sways the Heav'nly State,
And with assembled Gods, consults of Fate:
The feather'd Envoys, all in shining Crowds;
Attend his Throne, and watch his awful Nods:
Catch his Commands, and thro' the Liquid Air
To the low World the Sacred Errand bear:
Just so the Head of Man contains within
The Intellect, with Rays and Light Divine:
The Senses stand around; the Spirits roam
To seize and bring the fleeting Objects home:
Thro' every Nerve and every Pore they pass,
And fill with chearful Light the gloomy Space;
The Heart, the Center of the manly Breast,
Just like the Sun, in lovely Purple drest,
Diffuses all the Liquid Crimson round,
Whence Life, and Vigour, Heat and Strength abound:
And as great Phoebus sometimes rages high,
And scorches with his Beams the sultry Sky:
So when the Heart with Rage, or flaming Ire,
Grows warm, or burns with Love's consuming Fire:
The catching Virals spread the Flames afar.
And all the Limbs the hot Contagion share,
As solid Shores contain the liquid Seas,
Just so the Stomach, a soft watry Mass,
Stagnates beneath and fills the lower Space:
Here, Winds, and Rains, and humid Vapours lie,
And these exhal'd with Heat, all upwards fly:
As mantling Clouds conceal the fickly Sun,
Dissolve in Dew and drive the Tempest down:
So when thick Humours from the Stomach rise,
They damp the Soul, and sprightly Faculties:
Then Night and Death their gloomy Shades display,
Till the bright Spark within, the heav'nly Ray,
Dispels the Darkness, and restores the Day.
",,10648,"","""And as great Phoebus sometimes rages high, / And scorches with his Beams the sultry Sky: / So when the Heart with Rage, or flaming Ire, / Grows warm, or burns with Love's consuming Fire: / The catching Virals spread the Flames afar.""","",2013-06-26 17:20:13 UTC,""
4171,Microcosm,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Causes remote from our Observance fly,
We have a nobler Object always nigh;
Man, lordly Creature! in whom Beauties meet,
Unnumber'd, and the lovely Frame complete.
Mark the nice Structure, and the wond'rous Art;
How just the whole, how curious ev'ry part.
By the Child's Features we the Parent guess,
And Looks divine an heav'nly Sire confess.
Man amiably Majestick Walks erect,
And from th'inferiour World commands Respect;
Reason curbs Force, and gives to Fury Laws,
And fiercest Creatures to Subjection Aws.
They conscious yield, and own the righteous Sway,
And their just Sovereign passively obey.
Man is the Universe, in little shown,
The scatter'd Beauties here are joyn'd in one,
In him the several Motions are explain'd,
And the great World is in the less contain'd.
For as th'Almighty's Throne is fix'd on high,
(Far from these lower Spheres, and arched Sky)
Where Seraphs, and Cherubic Orders stand,
Attend the Nod, and wait the blest Command;
Then with Angelic Motion swift obey,
And instantly themselves to farthest Worlds convey.
Thus seated in the Brain the reasoning Soul
Exalted sits, and there directs the whole.
At the least Hint the conscious Spirits start;
Loaden with Images from ev'ry part
In branched Tubes the subtle Atoms rome,
And from each Sense bring fresh Advices home.
The Immaterial Mind attends above,
While they inform how outward Objects move.
The God of Light sends down his streaming Rays
On the warm'd Earth, and chears with smiling Days.
And thus the central Heart the Source contains
Of vital Heat, and in its Cavern strains
The bubling Streams, that stretch the swelling Veins.
Still it conveys the swift returning Blood,
And restless thus maintains the circling Flood.
The Sun (when Summer-heats the Spring succeed)
Changes the tarnish'd Verdure of the Mead:
The dry'd up Rills no longer murmuring creep
O'er the smooth Pebbles, and invite to sleep,
But buzzing Insects make an uncouth Noise,
And sulph'rous Vapours thunder in the Skies.
So when the Heart tumultuous Passions move,
If melting in the softer Flames of Love
With quicker Strokes the hasty Pulses beat,
And glowing Cheeks confess the inward Heat:
Or if fierce Rage provoke, and vengeful Ire,
The Eyes then sparkle with unusual Fire:
Ah! soon the Flames their rapid Fury spread,
And colour all with a malignant Red.
Curses and Oaths th'unthinking Wretch repeats,
And the Tongue faulters in half-utter'd Threats.
How like the Earth mix'd with the watry Mass,
Where troubled Seas the slimy Land embrace,
Are Man's less noble Parts, th'inferiour Drain,
Where forc'd the cruder Sediments remain?
Here stagnate Filth, and Acid worthless Lees,
And noisom Heaps from various Foods encrease.
Hence windy Fumes, and sudden Vapours spread,
That swell the Breast, and rack the aching Head,
Till forc'd by stronger Nature to retreat,
They melting fall, and all dissolve in Sweat:
Dispers'd in watry Drops they pain no more,
But work insensibly thro' ev'ry Pore.
And as the Sun by his own Heat exhales
Clouds from the Sea, and Fogs from marshy Vales;
Which (tho' base-born) ambitious higher move,
Prevent the Light, and hide the Worlds above.
So from corporeal Dregs the Mists condense,
And intercept the Messengers of Sense.
Hence the clog'd Spirits their Confinement mourn,
And Reason waits in vain the swift Return.
The clouded Images their March delay,
Till the rouz'd Soul, by a superiour Ray
Breaks thro' the Shade, and urges on the Day.",,10819,•I've included twice: Seasons and Mead
•Rich Passage. REVISIT. — A failed comparison?,"""The Sun (when Summer-heats the Spring succeed) / Changes the tarnish'd Verdure of the Mead: / The dry'd up Rills no longer murmuring creep / O'er the smooth Pebbles, and invite to sleep, / But buzzing Insects make an uncouth Noise, / And sulph'rous Vapours thunder in the Skies. / So when the Heart tumultuous Passions move, / If melting in the softer Flames of Love / With quicker Strokes the hasty Pulses beat, / And glowing Cheeks confess the inward Heat.""","",2013-06-04 20:56:30 UTC,""
4215,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Tho' you, my Lyce, in some Northen Flood
Had chill'd the Current of your Blood;
Or lost your sweet engaging Charms
In some Tartarian Husband's icy arms;
Were yet one Spark of Pity left behind
To form the least Impression on your Mind,
Sure you must grieve, sure you must sigh,
Sure drop some Pity from your Eye,
To see your Lover prostrate on the Ground,
With gloomy Night, and black Despair encompass'd all around.
",,10964,•Mixing metaphors some. Stamp a spark?,"There may be ""one Spark of Pity left behind / To form the least Impression on your Mind""","",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,The Odes of Horace
4274,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"On Tibur's Shore new Vineyards plant,
For 'tis the only Tree we want;
The Gods ne'er made a nobler Tree!
The Gods love drunken Souls like me.
They have a thousand Plagues in store
For sober Sots, whom Cares devour.
At Sight of Bacchus, Sorrows fly,
Spleen vanishes, and Vapours die.
Who in his Cups e'er made Complaint
Of pinching Penury and Want?
Or durst recite in rueful Strain
The Toils he bore the last Campaign?
When sparkling Bowls our Hours improve:
Then all our Talk is Wine and Love.
But still the Centaurs bloody War
Bids us of Strife and Blows take Care;
We know what Bacchus did in Thrace,
Nor will too far indulge the Glass.
Let Reason still keep in its Light,
And still distinguish Wrong from Right.
God of the Grape, I'll wisely use
Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose
Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage
My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage:
Lest to new hateful Crimes I run:
Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne,
And wretched I to open Day
The Secrets of the Night betray,
And my Heart transparent grow,
Clear as the Glass, that makes it so.
",,11171,"","""God of the Grape, I'll wisely use / Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose / Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage / My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage: / Lest to new hateful Crimes I run: / Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne, / And wretched I to open Day / The Secrets of the Night betray, / And my Heart transparent grow, / Clear as the Glass, that makes it so.""",Empire,2014-08-18 20:43:15 UTC,""
7178,"",Searching in Google Books,2012-01-25 18:54:33 UTC,"[...] But what should they hide their Heads for, who, with regard to the works of Nature, own and magnifie a God, who Celebrate his Justice and Providence, who in point of Morality, are due Observers of the Law, Promoters of Society and Community among all Men, Lovers of the Publick-weal, and in the administration thereof, prefer the common Good before private Advantage? What would such Men Cloister up themselves, and live Recluses from the World? For would you have them out of the way, for fear they should set a good example, and allure others to Virtue out of AEmulation of the Precedent? If Themistocles his Valour had been unknown at Athens, Greece had never given XERXS that Repulse: Had not CAMILLUS shewn himself in defence of the Romans, their City Rome had no longer stood: Sicily had not recovered her Liberty, had PLATO been a Stranger to DION: Truly (in my mind) to be known to the World under some eminent Character, not only carries a reputation with it, but makes the Vertues in us become practical like Light, which renders us not only visible but useful to others: EPAMINONDAS during the first Forty Years of his Life in which no notice was taken of him, was an useless Citizen to THEBES; but afterwards, when he had once gained Credit and the Government amongst them, he both rescued the City from present destruction, and freed even Greece her self from imminent slavery, exhibiting (like Light, which is in its own nature Glorious, and to others Beneficial at the same time) a valour seasonably active and serviceable to his Countrey, yet interwoven with his own Laurels: For
Vertue, like finest Brass, by use grows bright.
And not our Houses alone, when (as SOPHOCLES has it) they stand long untenanted, run the faster to ruine, but Mens natural parts lying unemployed for lack of Acquaintance with the World, contract a kind of filth or rust and craziness thereby. For sottish ease, and a life wholly sedentary and given up to Idleness, spoils and debilitates, not only the Body but the Soul too: And as close Waters shadowed over by bordering Trees, and stagnated in default of Springs, so supply current and motion to them become foul and corrupt; so methinks the Innate Faculties and Powers, of a dull unstirring Soul, what ever usefulness, whatever Seeds of good she may have latent in her, yet when she puts not those Powers into Action, when once they stagnate, they lose their vigour and run to decay; See you not how on Nights approach a sluggish drowsiness oft-times seizes the Body, and sloath and unactivness surprize the Soul, and she finds her self heavy and quite unfit for Action? Have you not then observed how a Man's Reason (like fire, scarce visible and just going out) retires into it self, and what with inactivity and dullness, every little flitting object so flatters and endangers the extinguishing it, that there remains but some obscure indications that the Man is alive.
But when the Orient Sun brings back the day,
It chases Night and dreamy Sleep away.
(pp. 38-9)",,19535,"","""Have you not then observed how a Man's Reason (like fire, scarce visible and just going out) retires into it self, and what with inactivity and dullness, every little flitting object so flatters and endangers the extinguishing it, that there remains but some obscure indications that the Man is alive.""","",2012-01-25 18:54:33 UTC,""
7414,"",Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books,2013-06-12 20:48:28 UTC,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)",,20600,"","""Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire, / By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire; / But strives in vain!""","",2013-06-12 20:48:28 UTC,""
7414,"",Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books,2013-06-12 20:49:35 UTC,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)",,20601,"","""Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel, / And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!""","",2013-06-12 20:49:35 UTC,""
7447,"",Searching in Project Gutenberg,2013-06-17 16:00:55 UTC,"§ 7. Now, when this Form prevails to such a degree that all others are nothing before it, but it remains alone, so as to consume, with the glory of its Light, whatsoever stands; in it's way; then it is properly compared to those Glasses, which reflect Light upon themselves, and burn every thing else; But this is a degree which is peculiar to the Prophets. ",,20836,USE IN ENTRY,"""Now, when this Form prevails to such a degree that all others are nothing before it, but it remains alone, so as to consume, with the glory of its Light, whatsoever stands; in it's way; then it is properly compared to those Glasses, which reflect Light upon themselves, and burn every thing else; But this is a degree which is peculiar to the Prophets.""",Mirror,2013-06-17 16:01:31 UTC,""
4209,"",Reading,2016-03-01 06:15:12 UTC,"They pour along like a Fire that sweeps the whole Earth before it. 'Tis however remarkable that his Fancy, which is every where vigorous, is not discover'd immediately at the beginning of his Poem in its fullest Splendor: It grows in the Progress both upon himself and others, and becomes on Fire like a Chariot-Wheel, by its own Rapidity. Exact Disposition, just Thought, correct Elocution, polish'd Numbers, may have been found in a thousand; but this Poetical Fire, this Vivida vis animi, in a very few. Even in Works where all those are imperfect or neglected, this can over-power Criticism, and make us admire even while we dis-approve. Nay, where this appears, tho' attended with Absurdities, it brightens all the Rubbish about it, 'till we see nothing but its own Splendor. This Fire is discern'd in Virgil, but discern'd as through a Glass, reflected, and more shining than warm, but every where equal and constant: In Lucan and Statius, it bursts out in sudden, short, and interrupted Flashes: In Milton, it glows like a Furnace kept to an uncommon Fierceness by the Force of Art: In Shakespear, it strikes before we are aware, like an accidental Fire from Heaven: But in Homer, and in him only, it burns every where clearly, and every where irresistibly.
",,24849,"","""'Tis however remarkable that his Fancy, which is every where vigorous, is not discover'd immediately at the beginning of his Poem in its fullest Splendor: It grows in the Progress both upon himself and others, and becomes on Fire like a Chariot-Wheel, by its own Rapidity.""","",2016-03-01 06:17:07 UTC,Preface