text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
The Man whose Judgement Joynd with force of Witt
The lives of Popes & lives of Heroes writt
Who sung true Pleasure showd ye Golden mean
And taught Wild Youth to shun ye Lovers pain
Who wrote all this--Who more than this designd
All fine impressions of Celestial mind
That Man that Platina so lately fled
From earth to silent Darkness is not dead
Evn Death is here restraind ye stroke he gives
has killd the man ye Writer ever lives.,2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""Who wrote all this--Who more than this designd / All fine impressions of Celestial mind.""",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",2008-12-03,Impression,
,"Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8589,3321
"What raisd their Joy their love coud also raise,
& each contended in the words of praise,
& evry word proclaimd the wonders past,
& God was still ye first & still ye last,
Deep in their soules ye fair impression lay,
Deep-tracd & never to be worn away.",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""Deep in their soules ye fair impression lay, / Deep-tracd & never to be worn away.""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,Impression,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8591,3323
"If at the type our dreaming soules awake,
& Hannahs strains their Just impression make,
The boundless powr of Providence we know,
& fix our trust on nothing here below.
Then He grown pleasd that men his greatness own,
Lookes down Serenely from his starry throne,
& bids ye blessed days our prayrs have won
Put on their glorys & prepare to run.
For which our thanks be Justly sent above,
Enlargd by gladness, & inspird with Love:
For which his praises be for ever sung,
Oh Sweet employments of ye gratefull tongue!",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""If at the type our dreaming soules awake, / & Hannahs strains their Just impression make""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,Impression,
,"Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8592,3324
"When first the squire and tinker Wood
Gravely consulting Ireland's good,
Together mingled in a mass
Smith's dust, and copper, lead, and brass;
The mixture thus by chemic art
United close in ev'ry part,
In fillets roll'd, or cut in pieces,
Appear'd like one continued species;
And, by the forming engine struck,
On all the same impression took.
So, to confound this hated coin,
All parties and religions join;
Whigs, Tories, Trimmers, Hanoverians,
Quakers, Conformists, Presbyterians,
Scotch, Irish, English, French, unite,
With equal interest, equal spite
Together mingled in a lump,
Do all in one opinion jump;
And ev'ry one begins to find
The same impression on his mind.
(p. 201).",2009-09-14 19:35:55 UTC,"""And ev'ry one begins to find / The same impression on his mind.""",2005-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2009-08-06,Coinage,"•Poem continues elaborating the conceit of a golden chain replaced by a brazen one. Wood is cast in the part of Prometheus. The consequences are politically disastrous: ""But sure, if nothing else must pass / Betwixt the king and us but brass, / Although the chain will never crack, / Yet our devotion may grow slack.""",Searching poems at the Swift Society,11456,4359