text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "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