text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"He never thought, before this Theme began,
His feeble Pow'rs could frame a faultless Plan--
Ne'er let enthusiastic, vain, Self-love
Expect unerring helps from Pow'rs above--
Ne'er suffer'd Superstitious, crude Conceit
To hope his Pow'rs could make such Plan complete;
Nor, weakly, when the Scheme was clos'd, conceiv'd
His Labours had a blameless Work achiev'd;
Or, that the choicest of his chosen Lays
Might challenge from each Churl implicit Praise.
No! well aware the gracious Gifts of Heav'n
Ne'er set aside, on Earth, all human Leav'n,
But, in the Soul, still suffer some Alloy
To pinion Pride, and damp injurious Joy--
To turn attention; keep Affection fixt
On that pure Place where Raptures reign, unmixt--
Lest Man's fall'n carnal Nature should forget
His fearful Doom from first Forefather's Debt;
With pains and penalties Himself deserves,
When from the Rules of Heav'n his Reason swerves;
Resting on frail Delights each false Desire,
Whose objects and enjoyments must expire!",2009-09-14 19:46:24 UTC,"""But, in the Soul, still suffer some Alloy / To pinion Pride, and damp injurious Joy--""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""alloy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16284,6163
"But, to obtain these fascinating hopes,
He must adopt his Aunt's emphatic tropes;
Her Art acquire, her Eloquence imbibe;
To emulate that fam'd sophistic Tribe--
That confidential Pedagogue, divine,
Must store his Mind from Learning's golden Mine--
Thro' all its puzzling labrynths to trace
The veins of Knowledge--Wit--Sense--Grammar--Grace.
There he must grub thro' wonder-working ground,
Where Wit, and Wisdom can, alone, be found.
Must meditate within those magic Cells
Where every Art, and every Science, dwells--
Whose plastic Walls mere Ideots may inspire,
With clear conceptions and poetic fire;
While inbred beams, devoid of outward aid--
Teach every intellect true Logic's trade--
Keep Judgment clear, lead purblind Reason right,
And yield weak Understanding heavenly light,
Lounging at leisure, on each classic Soil,
Prevents all study, and precludes all toil.
There not one high, or affluent, Student, need
Hear Lecture, or dispute--or write--or read--
For that pure Air, those blest Collegians breathe
Pours Genius--Wisdom--Wit--on Blocks beneath--
Sheds true Divinity, on each, full share,
And makes them pious without thanks, or pray'r!",2009-09-14 19:46:24 UTC,"""That confidential Pedagogue, divine, / Must store his Mind from Learning's golden Mine--""",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16288,6163
"But, to obtain these fascinating hopes,
He must adopt his Aunt's emphatic tropes;
Her Art acquire, her Eloquence imbibe;
To emulate that fam'd sophistic Tribe--
That confidential Pedagogue, divine,
Must store his Mind from Learning's golden Mine--
Thro' all its puzzling labrynths to trace
The veins of Knowledge--Wit--Sense--Grammar--Grace.
There he must grub thro' wonder-working ground,
Where Wit, and Wisdom can, alone, be found.
Must meditate within those magic Cells
Where every Art, and every Science, dwells--
Whose plastic Walls mere Ideots may inspire,
With clear conceptions and poetic fire;
While inbred beams, devoid of outward aid--
Teach every intellect true Logic's trade--
Keep Judgment clear, lead purblind Reason right,
And yield weak Understanding heavenly light,
Lounging at leisure, on each classic Soil,
Prevents all study, and precludes all toil.
There not one high, or affluent, Student, need
Hear Lecture, or dispute--or write--or read--
For that pure Air, those blest Collegians breathe
Pours Genius--Wisdom--Wit--on Blocks beneath--
Sheds true Divinity, on each, full share,
And makes them pious without thanks, or pray'r!",2009-09-14 19:46:24 UTC,"One may ""Thro' all [of ""Learning's golden mine""] puzzling labrynths to trace
The veins of Knowledge--Wit--Sense--Grammar--Grace.""",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,•REVISIT. Rich passage.,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16289,6163
"All things, created, limits must inclose--
Almighty Mind, alone, no boundary knows!
The wish of mortal Man may range immense--
Still all stands circumscrib'd by Time and Sense!
Man's not like God in Wisdom--Love--or Might--
Yet while He copies Heav'n his conduct's right!
Not absolutely pow'rless, poor, or blind--
Unlike in measure, may be like in Mind!
By Christ's pure, holy, Spirit, humbly led,
When happily renew'd in heart, and head!
No due reward Man's worthiest deeds can win,
His motives, thoughts, words, acts, all mixt with sin!
His virtues--piety--and all his pow'rs,
Bestow'd by Heav'n--his bless'd Redeemer's dow'rs--
Still, tho' excluded thus, from every boast,
He's happiest far who imitates Him most!
No Ostentation Christ's pure conduct shades;
No Vanity upholds; but Pride upbraids!
His favours' ne'er conferr'd for poor applause--
He sounds no Trumpet but proclaiming Laws--
That striking Clarion, which, once more, must sound,
To gather all Earth's reasoning Creatures round,
Their works to weigh--their Heart's intentions trace--
From Nature growing, or that Saviour's Grace!
From kind affection, or weak wish for Fame;
The good of Neighbours, or self-glorying Name!
Mark acts--words--thoughts--and find each moral flaw,
By inbred Conscience, and Heav'n's holy Law!
Strip Ostentation--search those latent cells,
Where selfish drift, or sinful motive, dwells!
All masks forc'd off--all vizor'd views unfurl'd--
All hearts laid bare before the assembled World!
No more will Wealth, nor Pow'r, nor Pomp, nor Pride,
The Messiah, Heav'n's omniscient Judge! avoid--
Nor Cunning's Imps, nor Hypocrites, escape,
Thro' Protean trick, or artificial shape--
For He that made the heart--the eye--the ear--
Infallibly--must know--and see--and hear!
Impanell'd Saints, by His pure Spirit taught,
Shall state each truth--expose each peccant thought!
While Gifts, and Graces, purg'd by perfect skill,
Which form'd Affection--shap'd the wayward Will--
The silver Virtues shining round the heart,
Pure Gold, when polish'd bright by heavenly Art--
And precious Stones, reflecting all the rays,
With feebler beams, the Christian Sun displays,
That grace, and beautify the Godlike breast,
Shall stand the touchstone--the celestial test!
While Wood--Hay--Stubble all, must feel the flames,
Which Pride produces, or vain Fancy frames--
But if the project, and the plan, be pure,
The Architect, and Workman, must endure;
The beauteous Building still remain, unmarr'd,
And each blest Labourer meet his wish'd reward!
Then will the Angels reap the ripen'd Earth,
And separate Weeds of Vice from virtuous Worth--
Will all the tangling Tares, in bundles, bind,
With Chaff to burn, but leave the Wheat behind;
No more to struggle thro' each earthly Clod,
But gather'd in the garner of its God!
Sever the vast, ungrateful, goatish Herd,
Who spurn'd His Wisdom, and despised His Word,
From little flocks of loving, faithful Sheep,
Which learnt His kind commands, and strove to keep--
These will Messiah-Judge, most joyful own,
And call to sing new songs around His Throne!
To taste what Wit, and Learning, ne'er attain--
What warm Imagination vaunts in vain--
What Reason, well-enlighten'd, ne'er can reach,
Nor Inspiration, apostolic, teach!
Where Holiness increas'd, increases joy!
Where Life ne'er fails, and Love feels no alloy!
Those will the mock'd Immanuel, then, disclaim,
To outer darkness driven, with shudd'ring shame--
With teeth still gnashing--pangs which ne'er expire--
'Mid never-dying worms, and quenchless fire!",2009-09-14 19:46:25 UTC,"""The silver Virtues shining round the heart, / Pure Gold, when polish'd bright by heavenly Art--""",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,•REVISIT. Rich passage.,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again searching ""silver"" and ""gold""",16290,6163
"Thus piercing Spirits poise all weak Mankind
By sterling standard form'd in manag'd Mind;
While Wisdom, learn'd, by long-experienc'd pow'rs,
Concentering all her intellectual dow'rs,
With heavenly light, explores the latent parts,
Of labyrinthine heads, and muffled Hearts--
For faithful Truth this Apophthegm declares,
""The Man that knows his own heart knows all Their's!""",2009-09-14 19:46:25 UTC,"""Thus piercing Spirits poise all weak Mankind / By sterling standard form'd in manag'd Mind""",2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""sterling"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16294,6163
"What direful conflicts did poor Crispin feel,
With such associates mixt, each mimic meal!
In pensive lounge--peregination long--
From piquant temper, and from prating tongue!
Penurious Riches, and Politeness rude!
Coquette and Coxcomb--Profligate and Prude!
A gazing gauntlet's feverish race to run
Thro' flattery--falshood--insolence--and fun!
Proud persecution, of continued length,
Too much for patience, fortitude, and strength!
Requiring breast of steel, and front of brass,
To make plebeian pow'rs, uninjur'd, pass.
Journeys of labour, jeopardy, and pain--
Made his heart sigh for guiltless scenes again--
For social Friendship, and for simple Fare,
With customary toil, and quiet care--
But sad necessity condemn'd to stay
With whipping skinn'd in many a friendly fray:
Ordeals, dread! by Water, and by Fire,
That more of Art, than Innocence, require.
Hot ploughshares--whirlpools--promontory steep!
The blindfold burning--plunge--or launching leap!
Feign'd smile, intense! or frown, of cutting cold!
As Shame was backward, or Presumption bold--
While Modesty, with Resolution, slack,
By Impudence was always elbow'd back;
And, frequent, brazen Vice, with blushless face,
To Virtue dar'd impute her vile disgrace!
He hop'd such trials never more to meet,
Such agueish coldness, and such scorching heat!
His Body ne'er at rest, or Heart at ease,
Thro' Quacks, unskilful, and false recipes,
Relaxing potions, or astringent pills,
By counteraction aggravating ills.
He found 'twas better to remain obscure
Than risk fresh wounds for such uncertain cure--
When finding pleasure far o'erweigh'd with pain,
He groan'd to tread his native heights again!",2009-09-14 19:46:25 UTC,"""Requiring breast of steel, and front of brass, / To make plebeian pow'rs, uninjur'd, pass.""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""steel""",16295,6163
"No Soul should mix among the courtly Train,
So proud! so passionate! revengeful! vain!
Among the higher, or the lower, Class,
Whose breast's not form'd of steel, and front of brass!
Should ne'er be tied to Fashion's fickle Tribes,
Whose heart's not proof against gross jeers and jibes--
Ne'er bend his neck beneath such servile yoke
Whose Spirit's not before completely broke;
Grown heedless of each act, or look, or word,
Howe'er insulting, or howe'er absurd!
Must hope no health--no happiness--no peace--
Throughout his hapless--humbling--yearly-lease;
But live prepar'd for painful, fractious, fray,
Trials, and tribulations, day by day!
But, chiefly, one who female Fury serves
Should, first, cut out, or cauterize, his nerves--
Excluding from his Conscience--breast--and brain,
All sense of injury--shame--reproach--and pain",2009-09-14 19:46:25 UTC,"""No Soul should mix among the courtly Train, ... Among the higher, or the lower, Class, / Whose breast's not form'd of steel, and front of brass!""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""steel""",16296,6163
"Mark this, ye Misers! this plain tale compare
With what your character, and conduct, are!
Look back o'er all your Life, with blushing shame!
Contrast them with this kind, this dow'rless Dame!
O'er all your multiplying heaps repent!
Consider whence, and why, such wealth was lent!
See in each pile a complicated crime!
Weigh well their uses, and redeem the time!
Look round and read, with arguments mature,
What Industry, and doitless Worth endure!
Your bounties might remove unnumber'd ills
Could Kindness influence your froward Wills--
Would Sympathy apply her prompt relief,
To lighten loads of aggravated grief!
But bosoms, dead like Your's, can never feel
The rapt rejoicings o'er another's weal!
Your iron hearts o'er misery never melt,
Nor feel the thrillings her pure pity felt!
Your cold conceptions ne'er can once declare,
What sweet delight such happy Spirits share!
Nor can your sordid Souls this boast believe,
""'Tis greater joy to give than to receive!""
Could your awak'd affections once o'erflow
With rapturing pleasure such soft Natures know,
No more your breasts would that rich bliss resign,
For hapless ponderings o'er your canker'd Coin;
But gladly all the gather'd heap impart,
For those rich transports that expand the heart--
And Gods of gold indignantly despise,
To share such social, sympathetic, joys!
I urge you not, in Need, like Her, to live,
Nor like her your last scrap of coinage give--
Not your last Sixpence on the Poor to spend,
And starve; or stint Yourselves, to feast a Friend--
But not to hoard and idolize your wealth--
To risque your Soul, and hurt your Body's health--
Not like an Elwes, with a million mass'd,
Live Wretches, loath'd and die with want at last;
But learn, like Her, the proper us of Pelf,
And love each needy Neighbour as yourself!",2009-09-14 19:46:26 UTC,"""Your iron hearts o'er misery never melt, / Nor feel the thrillings her pure pity felt!""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16297,6163
"From Pride, and Spleen oft fiery javelins flew,
Which pierc'd his pensive bosom thro' and through;
Still, when Resentment stirr'd his troubled breast,
Kind Recollection Passion's rage repress'd--
Quell'd rash Revenge, and quench'd fierce Anger's flame,
Reviving fond Affection's cordial claim!
These, when impeachments, false, his feelings pain'd,
Authority still strengthen'd--pow'r maintain'd--
Oft curv'd his neck, borne down by injur'd heart--
Steel'd his torn breast to bear sarcastic dart--
Low stoop'd his head, like tame, unfeeling Fool,
To 'scape sharp shafts of spiteful ridicule!
Chill'd his wan cheek with self-condemning look,
When cruel Scorn maliciously mistook;
While mute submission dropp'd his flurried eye,
Unable to outface a fearless lie--
Apparent guilt by shy confusion shone,
Thro' pitying shame adopted as his own!
With blushing innocence oft bending down,
When snubb'd by sneers, or nipp'd by freezing frown!
Still bearing blame for knowledge--wit--or sense--
Ev'n piety and morals prov'd offence!
For groundless guess-work suffering foul disgrace;
Brav'd, when refuted, with a brazen face!
No proof could stop that persecuting tongue,
Most eloquent when most inflicting wrong!
Tho' guiltless Conscience gave some small relief,
In silence suffocating groans and grief;
Yet could not quench the fires that burnt his breast,
Nor give his heart, or anger'd reason, rest!
With rustic manners charg'd, both rough and rude--
Affection flown--and gross ingratitude--
With fierce, malicious, acrimony fraught!
Which neither candour, truth, or justice, taught!",2009-09-14 19:46:26 UTC,"""Oft curv'd his neck, borne down by injur'd heart-- / Steel'd his torn breast to bear sarcastic dart--""",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16298,6163
"It cannot be but Fortitude will feel
And arm her face with flint, her heart with steel!
Nor can it be but sage Discernment, soon,
Will note when tones are in, or out, of tune.
No artful sounds of Simulation, long,
Like Truth's mild melody can trill the tongue!
Art's mimic modulation shows Deceit--
The tutor'd ear soon tires with dull repeat.
Soon the smooth Syren vends her smiles in vain,
Not long her chaunting cheats, with studied strain,
Not bland Hypocrisy's deceitful brood
Can Heav'n-instructed Christian long delude.
Not long her base designs Religion brooks
But loaths the lulling lays, and luring looks.",2009-09-14 19:46:26 UTC,"""It cannot be but Fortitude will feel / And arm her face with flint, her heart with steel!""",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16299,6163