work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3541,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"A spirit, to vertues cheerfully addrest;
Apt to all goodnes, to no ill inclin'd;
Quick to conceiue, ingenious to digest;
Whose tongue is still true trumpet of the minde:
A body, resting when it hath no rest;
A waxen mildnes in a steely minde;
A soule tra-lucent in an open brest,
Which others thoughts through boany wals can finde;
Whose front reflects maiestical-humility,
Whose graue-sweet look commandingly-intreats,
Which in one instant fear and loue begets:
A King still warring to obtain tranquillity,
To saue his Country scorning thousand dangers;
Mirror of Fraunce, and miracle of Strangers.
",,9135,"","One may have ""A soule tra-lucent in an open brest""","",2009-09-14 19:33:59 UTC,""
3611,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again,2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Man's head is term'd the understanding's thrown,
The intelectual pow'rs meet there in one.
There madam Reason is enthron'd, her grace
Reignes like an Empress in the highest place.
My lady Will, resideth in the brain;
The Judgment there, there doth Minerva raigne,
Light of the Micro-cosm our eyes are, wee
The glory of the Lord by them doe see.
Three humours do belong unto our eyn,
The White, the Viteral, and the Christaline,
Six Coates, as many Musckles arteries,
Tendons, and Nerves attend upon our eyes,
May not our eyes bee very well defin'd
The Looking-glass of Nature, and the minde.
Our eyes are twinckling Lamps, what is our sight?
But Cristall-Casements for to let in light,
The Optick sinews, or the Optick strings,
Draw in the sight of sublunary things.
The eyes, our anger, and our love, do shew,
Strike fire in hatred, and in love they glow,
One while they sparkle with Idalian fire,
One while they glance; another while admire!
They bolt in boldness, and in reverence sinke,
They smile in laughter, and in greise they winke:
In love they flatter, and in wrath seeme froward,
They shew the glad, the sad, the bold, the coward,
They well can put a difference betweene
Such objects as are either foule or clean.
Our cy-lids like Appentices prevent
A world of dangers, which are incident
Unto our eyes, our eyes bright shining balls
Are Bull-wark'd round about with fleshly walls.",2006-04-16,9377,"","""May not our eyes bee very well defin'd / The Looking-glass of Nature, and the minde.""",Mirror,2009-09-14 19:34:10 UTC,""
3726,Physiognomy,"Searching ""heart"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-11-21 00:00:00 UTC," His Eyes were therefore hid (if hid they were)
From all commerce in Love to' exclude the Eyes;
Which judging, as the Object does appear,
Too oft impose, impos'd by Flatteries,
False mirrors of an Heart, which deeper lies:
The Heart, where Love that's true does first begin,
By Reason guided, its own worth to 'apprize;
Then by Discretion, seld in Lovers seen,
Who still the more's the outward glare, see least within.",,9646,•INTEREST. Typical of mirror metaphors some external thing is a mirror of an internal. The mind is not itself a mirror but is mirrored in the physiognomy.,"The eyes are ""False mirrors of an Heart, which deeper lies.""",Mirror,2013-08-21 14:32:56 UTC,""
3765,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""mirrour""(""mirror"") in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Here Maro's loafty, and immortal straines,
Here Seneca's Diviner raptures flow;
Here Ovid's fancy in this Mirrour shines,
Plutarch's Moral'ty here it self doth show.
Here Learning burnisht with Pegasian fire,
And Love with Wit these mighty Lines Inspire:
Which Lines, to give my judgement of the whole,
Will Burnet and Buchanan both control.
",,9707,Not really a mirror metaphor of mind: the poem is the mirror.,"""Here Ovid's fancy in this Mirrour shines.""","",2013-08-21 14:53:31 UTC,""
3804,Dreams,"Searching ""heart"" and ""mirrour"" (""mirror"") in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"[1]Yes, in a dream, for often-times I know,
God is accustom'd seriously to show
To men (what often they conceal for shame)
Their future state i'th' mirrour of a dream.
For when the active soul outwearied,
With toile o'th' day, at night is brought to bed
Of a sound sleep; then it begins to fly,
Then liberat from the bodies drudgery,
It soares aloft, and in another sphere
Begins to act: nay, then it doth appear,
To be, what we cannot imagine here.
For being then as fit for contemplation
Almost, as 'twill be after separation,
By vision intuitive it sees
The state of things to come, and by degrees
Becomes so subtile, and doth at that rate,
In contemplation then expatiate.
With such delight, as if it did not mean,
By natural Organs e're to act again:
But when some hours it has thus wandered,
And in that time God has discovered,
What for its profit he intends at large,
Then he commands it to its former charge.",,9832,"•Footnote gives, ""15. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men; in slumbrings on the bed.""","""God is accustom'd seriously to show / To men (what often they conceal for shame) / Their future state i'th' mirrour of a dream.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:31 UTC,""
6550,"","Contributed by Suzanne Morgen, searching ""mynde"" in Middle English Dictionary",2009-06-05 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus gan he make a mirour of his minde,
In which he saugh al hoolly hir figure;
And that he wel coude in his herte finde,
It was to him a right good aventure
To love swich oon, and if he dide his cure
To serven hir, yet mighte he falle in grace,
Or elles, for oon of hir servaunts pace.
",,17395,"","""Thus gan he make a mirour of his minde, / In which he saugh al hoolly hir figure.""","",2009-09-14 19:50:01 UTC,Book I
6857,"",Reading,2011-05-20 14:41:26 UTC,"Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit,
Thou who Master art of it.
For the First matter loves Variety less;
A thousand different shapes it bears,
Comely in thousand shapes appears.
Yonder we saw it plain; and here 'tis now,
Like Spirits in a Place, we know not How.
London that vents of false Ware so much store,
In no Ware deceives us more.
For men led by the Colour, and the Shape,
Like Zeuxis' Birds fly to the painted Grape;
Some things do through our Judgement pass
As through a Multiplying Glass.
And sometimes, if the Object be too far,
We take a Falling Meteor for a Star.
(ll. 1-15)",,18444,"• Not clear what a ""multiplying glass"" is Microscope or telescope? See DeMaria's footnote to the poem in British literature, 1640-1789: an anthology, p. 136.","""Some things do through our Judgement pass / As through a Multiplying Glass.""","",2011-05-20 14:41:26 UTC,""
7132,"",Reading.,2011-12-17 20:21:42 UTC,"Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
Not light us here; so reason's glimmering ray
Was lent not to assure our doubtful way,
But guide us upward to a better day.
And as those nightly tapers disappear
When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere
So pale grows reason at religion's sight:
So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Some few, whose lamp shone brighter, have been led
From cause to cause, to Nature's secret head;
And found that one first principle must be:
But what, or who, that Universal He;
Whether some soul incompassing this ball
Unmade, unmov'd; yet making, moving all;
Or various atoms' interfering dance
Leapt into form (the noble work of chance;)
Or this great all was from eternity;
Not even the Stagirite himself could see;
And Epicurus guess'd as well as he:
As blindly grop'd they for a future state;
As rashly judg'd of Providence and Fate:
But least of all could their endeavours find
What most concern'd the good of human kind.
For happiness was never to be found;
But vanish'd from 'em, like enchanted ground.
One thought content the good to be enjoy'd:
This, every little accident destroy'd:
The wiser madmen did for virtue toil:
A thorny, or at best a barren soil:
In pleasure some their glutton souls would steep;
But found their line too short, the well too deep;
And leaky vessels which no bliss could keep.
Thus anxious thoughts in endless circles roll,
Without a centre where to fix the soul:
In this wild maze their vain endeavours end:
How can the less the greater comprehend?
Or finite reason reach infinity?
For what could fathom God were more than He.
(ll. 1-41)",,19351,"","""Some few, whose lamp shone brighter, have been led / From cause to cause, to Nature's secret head.""",Optics,2011-12-17 20:21:42 UTC,""
7691,"","Reading Herbert Grabes, The Mutable Glass: Mirror-Imagery in Titles and Texts of the Middle Ages and English Renaissance (Cambridge UP, 1982), p. 85.",2013-09-28 15:00:56 UTC,"Thine eye the glasse where I behold my hart, ☜
mine eye the window, through the which thine eye
may see my hart, and there thy selfe espye
in bloudie colours how thou painted art.
Thine eye the pyle is of a murdring dart,
mine eye the sight thou tak'st thy leuell by
to hit my hart, and neuer shootes awry;
mine eye thus helpes thine eye to worke my smart.
Thine eye a fier is both in heate and light,
mine eye of teares a riuer doth become:
Oh that the water of mine eye had might
to quench the flames that from thine eyes doo come.
Or that the fier kindled by thine eye,
the flowing streames of mine eyes could make drie.",,22868,"","""Thine eye the glasse where I behold my hart, / mine eye the window, through the which thine eye / may see my hart, and there thy selfe espye / in bloudie colours how thou painted art.""",Mirror,2013-09-28 15:01:09 UTC,""
7692,"","Reading Herbert Grabes, The Mutable Glass: Mirror-Imagery in Titles and Texts of the Middle Ages and English Renaissance (Cambridge UP, 1982), p. 86.",2013-09-28 15:16:43 UTC,"(7)
VVIthin thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde)
Mine eies behold themselues, wherein they see
(As through a Glasse) what in my Soule I find;
And so my Soules right shape I see in thee.
This makes me loue thee, (for our like we loue)
Which makes me loue in thine Eies still to prie;
Because I see, in Thine, how mine do mooue,
And, mine do mooue (as thine doe) louingly.
Then, looke in mine, and thou shalt see thine Eyes
Attest, for thee, what mine for me protest:
Then, let thie tongue no longer subtilize,
But, saie thou lou'st me (as I loue thee) best:
For, if we see the Hart-Roote in the eyne
Thy eies are false or It is truly mine.",,22869,"","""Within thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde) / Mine eies behold themselues, wherein they see / (As through a Glasse) what in my Soule I find; / And so my Soules right shape I see in thee.""",Mirror,2013-09-28 15:16:43 UTC,""