work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4294,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"""Rude Men, will ye debauch Joacim's Wife,
""Who's Bosom is the Solace of his Life:
""My Virtue cropt, will not Joacim say,
""I'll throw her like a wither'd Weed away,
""Your Motive hath no Force; What's Privicy?
""The supreme Legislator, GOD, is nigh:
""No Solitude excludes his peircing Eye.
""Your Guilt will stretch your Conscience on the Rack,
""You'll be arraign'd, and punish'd for the Fact.
""Dare you, O Judges, break thro' Virtue's Rules?
""Shall God's Vicegerents turn the Devil's Tools?
""Virtue abolish'd, Anguish and Cheeks remains,
""Sathan usurps its Room, the Empire gains;
""He manacles the Soul with adamantine Chains.
""With bosom Rackets, bandy'd too and fro,
""Where shall the helpless, hopeless Sinner go?
""To penal Fire, amongst the damn'd below.
""Plung'd deep in Guilt, Hell triumphs in his Fall,
""The Sinner's Heart is bitter as the Gall:
""Pleasure is grafted upon Innocence;
""Virtue doth Joy, and Peace, and Love dispense.
""Who would not amiable Virtue love,
""Which makes us look on Earth, like Saints above:
""Repent in time your Wickedness of Heart,
""Virtue's the Life, and ornamental Part.
""Check these Emotions doth your Souls invade,
""And hate the hellish lothsome Plot you've laid:
""You know the Statute-Books, When was't you saw,
""Rape and Adult'ry privileged by Law?
""Scandal to ermine Robes, and Judgement-Seat,
""Turn City-Rakes, Intrigue with vain Cocquet.
",,11222,"","""Your Guilt will stretch your Conscience on the Rack, / You'll be arraign'd, and punish'd for the Fact.""","",2012-04-27 19:00:41 UTC,""
4329,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Hear me kind Heav'n if still my Feet have trod,
In Virtues Paths, nor devious from my God;
Since first with Floods of Fears and constant Pray'r,
My weeping Parents gave me to thy Care.
When round my Head the Guardian Angels flew,
And conscious Heav'n approv'd my little Vow:
That if propitious Fate, increas'd my Span,
And lengthned tender Childhood out to Man.
My Country's Foes, shou'd always feel my Might,
Nor my Sword sparkle in another Fight;
Thence soon commenc'd my Woes, and hateful Strife.
With War embroil'd my tender Years of Life.
Oft has the Soldier, under my Command,
From Slav'ry base, redeem'd his Native Land;
But now opprest with Foes, we droop again,
And panting Liberty forsakes the Reign
Yet bold in Virtue's Cause, we nobly dare,
To raise the sleeping Embers of the War;
No impious Itch of Empire fires our Mind,
Nor are our Hearts to those base Thoughts inclin'd:
But our fierce Breasts glow with a holy Rage,
Thine are the Fields we fight, and thine the War we wage
But if Alass! Some unforseen Offence,
Lies latent in the Book of Providence;
For which the trembling Scot shall shameful fly,
And leave the Field to his fierce Enemy;
Then let me dye preventing all my Foes,
And close these Eyes, nor see my Country's Woes.
He ceas'd when he observed thro' the Sky,
A strange prodigious Meteor to to fly;
The Chief beheld it kindling as it flew,
And from the Sight a happy Omen drew:
And does consenting Heaven yeild he crys,
And better Hours from better Omens rise.
Now, now, the English shall the Danger fear,
And trembling fly before the Scotish Spear.
And now a growing Hope springs in my Mind,
And leaves vain Jealousy and Fears behind;
Then blew his Horn, well known in Wars alarms,
To call the hardy Soldier to his Arms.
To the shrill Notes Heav'n answers all around,
And Scotia takes new Vigour from the Sound.
Spreads wide the Noise and undulates on high,
And reach the Soldiers where dispers'd they ly,
Inflaming ev'ry Breast with love of Liberty.",,11305,"","""No impious Itch of Empire fires our Mind, / Nor are our Hearts to those base Thoughts inclin'd.""","",2009-12-17 05:00:09 UTC,""
4435,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"S. Will.
Troth, Symon, Bauldy's more afraid than hurt,
The Witch and Ghaist have made themselves good Sport.
What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind,
That is thro' want of Education blind!",,11684,"•I've included thrice: Crowd, Cloud, Blindness","""What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind, / That is thro' want of Education blind!""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:36:09 UTC,""
7478,"",Reading,2013-06-20 15:35:00 UTC,"'TIS done! — Dread WINTER has subdu'd the Year,
And reigns, tremenduous, o'er the desart Plains!
How dead the Vegetable Kingdom lies!
How dumb the Tuneful! Horror wide extends
His solitary Empire — Now, fond Man!
Behold thy pictur'd Life: pass some few Years,
Thy flow'ring SPRING, thy short-liv'd SUMMER's Strength,
Thy sober AUTUMN, fading into Age,
And pale, concluding, WINTER shuts thy Scene,
And shrouds Thee in the Grave — where now, are fled
Those Dreams of Greatness? those unsolid Hopes
Of Happiness? those Longings after Fame?
Those restless Cares? those busy, bustling Days?
Those Nights of secret Guilt? those veering Thoughts,
Flutt'ring 'twixt Good, and Ill, that shar'd thy Life?
All, now, are vanish'd! Vertue, sole, survives,
Immortal, Mankind's never-failing Friend,
His Guide to Happiness on high — and see!
'Tis come, the Glorious Morn! the second Birth
Of Heaven, and Earth! — awakening Nature hears
Th'Almighty Trumpet's Voice, and starts to Life,
Renew'd, unfading. Now, th'Eternal Scheme,
That Dark Perplexity, that Mystic Maze,
Which Sight cou'd never trace, nor Heart conceive,
To Reason's Eye, refin'd, clears up apace.
Angels, and Men, astonish'd, pause — and dread
To travel thro' the Depths of Providence,
Untry'd, unbounded. Ye vain Learned! see,
And, prostrate in the Dust, adore that Power,
And Goodness, oft arraign'd. See now the Cause,
Why conscious Worth, oppress'd, in secret long
Mourn'd, unregarded: Why the Good Man's Share
In Life, was Gall, and Bitterness of Soul:
Why the lone Widow, and her Orphans, pin'd,
In starving Solitude; while Luxury,
In Palaces, lay prompting her low Thought,
To form unreal Wants: why Heaven-born Faith,
And Charity, prime Grace! wore the red Marks
Of Persecution's Scourge: why licens'd Pain,
That cruel Spoiler, that embosom'd Foe,
Imbitter'd all our Bliss. Ye Good Distrest!
Ye Noble Few! that, here, unbending, stand
Beneath Life's Pressures — yet a little while,
And all your Woes are past. Time swiftly fleets,
And wish'd Eternity, approaching, brings
Life undecaying, Love without Allay,
Pure flowing Joy, and Happiness sincere.
(ll. 359-405)",,21043,"","""Now, th'Eternal Scheme, / That Dark Perplexity, that Mystic Maze, / Which Sight cou'd never trace, nor Heart conceive, / To Reason's Eye, refin'd, clears up apace.""",Eye,2013-06-20 15:35:00 UTC,""
4393,"",Reading,2013-06-20 19:44:57 UTC,"AND let th' aspiring Youth beware of Love,
And shun th' enchanting Glance, for 'tis too late
When on his Heart the Torrent Softness pours.
Then Interest sinks to Dirt, and distant Fame
Dissolves in Air away. While the fond Soul
Is wrapt in Dreams of Ecstacy, and Bliss;
Still paints th' illusive Form, the kindling Grace,
Th' alluring Smile, the full aethereal Eye
Effusing Heaven; and listens ardent still
To the small Voice, where Harmony and Wit,
A modest, melting, mingled Sweetness, flow.
No sooner is the fair Idea form'd,
And Contemplation fixes on the Theme,
Than from his own Creation wild He flies,
Sick of a Shadow. Absence comes apace,
And shoots his every Pang into his Breast.
'Tis nought but Gloom around. The darken'd Sun
Loses his Light. The rosy-bosom'd Spring
To weeping Fancy pines; and yon bright Arch
Of Heaven low-bends into a dusky Vault.
All Nature fades extinct; and She alone
Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every Thought,
Fills every Sense, and pants in every Vein.
Books are but formal Dulness, tedious Friends,
And sad amid the Social Band he sits,
Lonely, and inattentive. From the Tongue
Th' unfinish'd Period falls: while, born away
On swelling Thought, his wafted Spirit flies
To the dear Bosom of his absent Fair;
And leaves the Semblance of a Lover, fix'd
In melancholy Site, with Head declin'd,
And Love-dejected Eyes. Sudden he starts,
Shook from his tender Trance, and restless runs
To glimmering Shades, and sympathetic Glooms,
Where the dun Umbrage o'er the falling Stream
Romantic hangs; there thro' the pensive Dusk
Strays, in Heart-thrilling Meditation lost,
Indulging all to Love: or on the Bank
Thrown, amid drooping Lillies, swells the Breeze
With Sighs unceasing, and the Brook with Tears.
Thus in soft Anguish he consumes the Day;
Nor quits his deep Retirement, till the Moon
Peeps thro' the Chambers of the fleecy East,
Enlighten'd by Degrees, and in her Train
Leads on the gentle Hours; then forth He walks,
Beneath the trembling Languish of her Beams,
With soften'd Soul, and wooes the Bird of Eve
To mingle Woes with his: or while the World,
And all the Sons of Care lie hush'd in Sleep,
Associates with the Mid-night Shadows drear,
And, sighing to the lonely Taper, pours
His sweetly-tortur'd Heart into the Page
Meant for the moving Messenger of Love.
But ah how faint, how meaningless, and poor
To what his Passion swells! which bursts the Bounds
Of every Eloquence, and asks for Looks,
Where Fondness flows on Fondness, Love on Love;
Entwisting Beams with Her's, and speaking more
Than ever charm'd, ecstatic Poet sigh'd
To listening Beauty, bright with conscious Smiles,
And graceful Vanity. But if on Bed
Delirious flung, Sleep from his Pillow flies.
All Night he tosses, nor the balmy Power
In any Posture finds; 'till the grey Morn
Lifts her pale Lustre on the paler Wretch,
Exanimate by Love: and then perhaps
Exhausted Nature sinks a-while to Rest,
Still interrupted by disorder'd Dreams,
That o'er the sick Imagination rise,
And in black Colours paint the mimic Scene.
Oft with the Charmer of his Soul he talks;
Sometimes in Crowds distrest; or if retir'd
To secret-winding, Flower-inwoven Bowers,
Far from the dull Impertinence of Man,
Just as He kneeling all his former Cares
Begins to lose in vast oblivious Love,
Snatch'd from her yielded Hand, he knows not how,
Thro' Forests huge, and long untravel'd Heaths
With Desolation brown, he wanders waste,
In Night and Tempest wrapt; or shrinks aghast,
Back, from the bending Precipice; or wades
The turbid Stream below, and strives to reach
The farther Shore, where succourless, and sad,
His Dearer Life extends her beckoning Arms,
But strives in vain, born by th' outragious Flood
To Distance down, he rides the ridgy Wave,
Or whelm'd beneath the boiling Eddy sinks.
Then a weak, wailing, lamentable Cry
Is heard, and all in Tears he wakes, again
To tread the Circle of revolving Woe.
These are the charming Agonies of Love,
Whose Misery delights. But thro' the Heart
Should Jealousy it's Venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful Misery no more,
But Agony unmixt, incessant Rage,
Corroding every Thought, and blasting all
The Paradise of Love. Ye Fairy Prospects then,
Ye Beds of Roses, and ye Bowers of Joy,
Farewell! Ye Gleamings of departing Peace,
Shine out your last! The yellow-tinging Plague
Internal Vision taints, and in a Night
Of livid Gloom Imagination wraps.
Ay then, instead of Love-enliven'd Cheeks,
Of Sunny Features, and of ardent Eyes
With flowing Rapture bright, dark Looks succeed,
Suffus'd, and glaring with untender Fire,
A clouded Aspect, and a burning Cheek,
Where the whole poison'd Soul, malignant, fits,
And frightens Love away. Ten thousand Fears,
Invented wild, ten thousand frantic Views
Of horrid Rivals, hanging on the Charms
For which he melts in Fondness, eat him up
With fervent Anguish, and consuming Pine.
In vain Reproaches lend their idle Aid,
Deceitful Pride, and Resolution frail,
Giving a Moment's Ease. Reflection pours,
Afresh, her Beauties on his busy Thought,
Her first Endearments, twining round the Soul,
With all the Witchcraft of ensnaring Love.
Strait the fierce Storm involves his Mind anew,
Flames thro' the Nerves, and boils along the Veins;
While anxious Doubt distracts the tortur'd Heart;
For even the sad Assurance of his Fears
Were Heaven to what he feels. Thus the warm Youth,
Whom Love deludes into his thorny Wilds,
Thro' flowery-tempting Paths, or leads a Life
Of feavor'd Rapture, or of cruel Care;
His brightest Aims extinguish'd all, and all
His lively Moments running down to Waste.
(pp. 48-54)",,21060,"","Exhausted Nature sinks a-while to Rest, / Still interrupted by disorder'd Dreams, / That o'er the sick Imagination rise, / And in black Colours paint the mimic Scene.""","",2013-06-20 19:44:57 UTC,""
4393,"",Reading,2013-06-20 19:52:04 UTC,"AND let th' aspiring Youth beware of Love,
And shun th' enchanting Glance, for 'tis too late
When on his Heart the Torrent Softness pours.
Then Interest sinks to Dirt, and distant Fame
Dissolves in Air away. While the fond Soul
Is wrapt in Dreams of Ecstacy, and Bliss;
Still paints th' illusive Form, the kindling Grace,
Th' alluring Smile, the full aethereal Eye
Effusing Heaven; and listens ardent still
To the small Voice, where Harmony and Wit,
A modest, melting, mingled Sweetness, flow.
No sooner is the fair Idea form'd,
And Contemplation fixes on the Theme,
Than from his own Creation wild He flies,
Sick of a Shadow. Absence comes apace,
And shoots his every Pang into his Breast.
'Tis nought but Gloom around. The darken'd Sun
Loses his Light. The rosy-bosom'd Spring
To weeping Fancy pines; and yon bright Arch
Of Heaven low-bends into a dusky Vault.
All Nature fades extinct; and She alone
Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every Thought,
Fills every Sense, and pants in every Vein.
Books are but formal Dulness, tedious Friends,
And sad amid the Social Band he sits,
Lonely, and inattentive. From the Tongue
Th' unfinish'd Period falls: while, born away
On swelling Thought, his wafted Spirit flies
To the dear Bosom of his absent Fair;
And leaves the Semblance of a Lover, fix'd
In melancholy Site, with Head declin'd,
And Love-dejected Eyes. Sudden he starts,
Shook from his tender Trance, and restless runs
To glimmering Shades, and sympathetic Glooms,
Where the dun Umbrage o'er the falling Stream
Romantic hangs; there thro' the pensive Dusk
Strays, in Heart-thrilling Meditation lost,
Indulging all to Love: or on the Bank
Thrown, amid drooping Lillies, swells the Breeze
With Sighs unceasing, and the Brook with Tears.
Thus in soft Anguish he consumes the Day;
Nor quits his deep Retirement, till the Moon
Peeps thro' the Chambers of the fleecy East,
Enlighten'd by Degrees, and in her Train
Leads on the gentle Hours; then forth He walks,
Beneath the trembling Languish of her Beams,
With soften'd Soul, and wooes the Bird of Eve
To mingle Woes with his: or while the World,
And all the Sons of Care lie hush'd in Sleep,
Associates with the Mid-night Shadows drear,
And, sighing to the lonely Taper, pours
His sweetly-tortur'd Heart into the Page
Meant for the moving Messenger of Love.
But ah how faint, how meaningless, and poor
To what his Passion swells! which bursts the Bounds
Of every Eloquence, and asks for Looks,
Where Fondness flows on Fondness, Love on Love;
Entwisting Beams with Her's, and speaking more
Than ever charm'd, ecstatic Poet sigh'd
To listening Beauty, bright with conscious Smiles,
And graceful Vanity. But if on Bed
Delirious flung, Sleep from his Pillow flies.
All Night he tosses, nor the balmy Power
In any Posture finds; 'till the grey Morn
Lifts her pale Lustre on the paler Wretch,
Exanimate by Love: and then perhaps
Exhausted Nature sinks a-while to Rest,
Still interrupted by disorder'd Dreams,
That o'er the sick Imagination rise,
And in black Colours paint the mimic Scene.
Oft with the Charmer of his Soul he talks;
Sometimes in Crowds distrest; or if retir'd
To secret-winding, Flower-inwoven Bowers,
Far from the dull Impertinence of Man,
Just as He kneeling all his former Cares
Begins to lose in vast oblivious Love,
Snatch'd from her yielded Hand, he knows not how,
Thro' Forests huge, and long untravel'd Heaths
With Desolation brown, he wanders waste,
In Night and Tempest wrapt; or shrinks aghast,
Back, from the bending Precipice; or wades
The turbid Stream below, and strives to reach
The farther Shore, where succourless, and sad,
His Dearer Life extends her beckoning Arms,
But strives in vain, born by th' outragious Flood
To Distance down, he rides the ridgy Wave,
Or whelm'd beneath the boiling Eddy sinks.
Then a weak, wailing, lamentable Cry
Is heard, and all in Tears he wakes, again
To tread the Circle of revolving Woe.
These are the charming Agonies of Love,
Whose Misery delights. But thro' the Heart
Should Jealousy it's Venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful Misery no more,
But Agony unmixt, incessant Rage,
Corroding every Thought, and blasting all
The Paradise of Love. Ye Fairy Prospects then,
Ye Beds of Roses, and ye Bowers of Joy,
Farewell! Ye Gleamings of departing Peace,
Shine out your last! The yellow-tinging Plague
Internal Vision taints, and in a Night
Of livid Gloom Imagination wraps.
Ay then, instead of Love-enliven'd Cheeks,
Of Sunny Features, and of ardent Eyes
With flowing Rapture bright, dark Looks succeed,
Suffus'd, and glaring with untender Fire,
A clouded Aspect, and a burning Cheek,
Where the whole poison'd Soul, malignant, fits,
And frightens Love away. Ten thousand Fears,
Invented wild, ten thousand frantic Views
Of horrid Rivals, hanging on the Charms
For which he melts in Fondness, eat him up
With fervent Anguish, and consuming Pine.
In vain Reproaches lend their idle Aid,
Deceitful Pride, and Resolution frail,
Giving a Moment's Ease. Reflection pours,
Afresh, her Beauties on his busy Thought,
Her first Endearments, twining round the Soul,
With all the Witchcraft of ensnaring Love.
Strait the fierce Storm involves his Mind anew,
Flames thro' the Nerves, and boils along the Veins;
While anxious Doubt distracts the tortur'd Heart;
For even the sad Assurance of his Fears
Were Heaven to what he feels. Thus the warm Youth,
Whom Love deludes into his thorny Wilds,
Thro' flowery-tempting Paths, or leads a Life
Of feavor'd Rapture, or of cruel Care;
His brightest Aims extinguish'd all, and all
His lively Moments running down to Waste.
(pp. 48-54)",,21062,"","""Ye Fairy Prospects then, / Ye Beds of Roses, and ye Bowers of Joy, / Farewell! Ye Gleamings of departing Peace, / Shine out your last! The yellow-tinging Plague / Internal Vision taints, and in a Night / Of livid Gloom Imagination wraps.""","",2013-06-20 19:52:04 UTC,""
7481,"",Reading; text from C-H Lion,2013-07-07 15:43:39 UTC,"Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,
A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk,
Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I feel
A sacred terror, a severe delight,
Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, me-thinks,
A voice than human more, the abstracted ear
Of fancy strikes:---""Be not of us afraid,
Poor kindred man! thy fellow-creatures, we
From the same Parent-Power our beings drew,
The same our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit.
Once some of us, like thee, through stormy life,
Toil'd, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain
This holy calm, this harmony of mind,
Where purity and peace immingle charms.
Then fear not us; but with responsive song,
Amid these dim recesses, undisturb'd
By noisy folly and discordant vice,
Of Nature sing with us, and Nature's God.
Here frequent, at the visionary hour,
When musing midnight reigns or silent noon,
Angelic harps are in full concert heard,
And voices chanting from the wood-crown'd hill,
The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade:
A privilege bestow'd by us, alone,
On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear
Of poet, swelling to seraphic strain.""
(pp. 51-2 in Sambrook, pp. 39-40 in original)",,21472,"","""Deep-roused, I feel / A sacred terror, a severe delight, / Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, me-thinks, / A voice than human more, the abstracted ear / Of fancy strikes.""","",2013-07-07 15:43:39 UTC,""
7481,"",Reading,2013-07-07 16:37:06 UTC,"Black from the Stroak, above, the Mountain-Pine
A leaning, shatter'd Trunk, stands scath'd to Heaven,
The Talk of future Ages! and, below,
A lifeless Groupe the blasted Cattle lie.
Here, the soft Flocks, with that same harmless Look,
They wore alive, and ruminating still,
In Fancy's Eye; and there the frowning Bull,
And Ox half-rais'd. A little farther, burns
The guiltless Cottage; and the haughty Dome
Stoops to the Base. Th' uprooted Forrest flies
Aloft in Air, or, flaming out, displays
The savage Haunts, by Day unpierc'd before. [...]
(pp. 64 in original, pp. 68-9 in Sambrook)",,21476,Text from 1727. ,"""Here, the soft Flocks, with that same harmless Look, / They wore alive, and ruminating still, / In Fancy's Eye; and there the frowning Bull, / And Ox half-rais'd""",Eye,2013-07-07 16:37:06 UTC,""
7481,"","Reading. Note variant in later editions (as early as 1768): ""Diffusive painted on the rapid mind.""",2013-07-07 18:24:01 UTC,"With Thee, serene Philosophy! with Thee!
And thy high Praises, let me crown my Song!
Effusive Source of Evidence, and Truth!
A Lustre shedding o'er the ennobled Mind,
Stronger than Summer-Noon, and pure as that,
Which gently vibrates on the Eye of Saint,
New to the Dawning of coelestial Day.
Hence, thro' her nourish'd Powers, enlarged by Thee,
She soaring, spurns, with elevated Pride,
The tangling Mass of Cares, and low Desires,
That bind the fluttering Crowd; and, Angel-wing'd,
The Heights of Science and of Vertue gains,
Where all is calm and bright! with Nature round,
Or in the starry Regions, or th' Abyss,
To Reason's and to Fancy's eye display'd;
The First up-tracing, from the vast Inane,
The Chain of Causes and Effects to Him,
Who, absolutely, in Himself, alone
Possesses being; while the Last receives
The whole Magnificence of Heaven and Earth,
And every Beauty, delicate or bold,
Obvious or more remote, with livelier Sense,
A World swift-painted, on th' attentive Mind!
(p. 84-5 in original, pp. 84-5 in Sambrook ed.)",,21485,Text keyed from original. Was confusing me when I saw Nicholson citing a different edition: ,"""Hence, thro' her nourish'd Powers, enlarged by Thee, / She soaring, spurns, with elevated Pride, / The tangling Mass of Cares, and low Desires, / That bind the fluttering Crowd; and, Angel-wing'd, / The Heights of Science and of Vertue gains, / Where all is calm and bright! with Nature round, / Or in the starry Regions, or th' Abyss, / To Reason's and to Fancy's eye display'd; / The First up-tracing, from the vast Inane, / The Chain of Causes and Effects to Him, / Who, absolutely, in Himself, alone / Possesses being; while the Last receives / The whole Magnificence of Heaven and Earth, / And every Beauty, delicate or bold, / Obvious or more remote, with livelier Sense, / A World swift-painted, on th' attentive Mind!""",Eye,2014-07-25 19:19:40 UTC,""
7546,"",Google Book,2013-07-16 15:34:09 UTC,"Thus we see how the Mind necessarily depends, immediatly upon her own Body, and by Means thereof, upon other external Objects, for her Pleasures or Pains. Now,'tis this Dependence, which the Mind Is always conscious she has upon the Body, that engageth her in so very deep a Concern for it. For if the Mind suffer'd no Alteration in her State, from whatever Impressions might be made on it by external Objects, we have no Reason to believe, but that she would as easily part with a Limb, or any other Member whatsoever, as we now do with our Hair, and other Excrescences. But when the Mind sensibly feels, that the Body is the great Organ whereby, she receives so many of her agreeable and painful Sensations, and that these Things always happen, to her, according to the Condition the Body is in, and the Impressions it derives from external Objects, this makes her to interest her self in the State of the Body, as much as she does in her own Perceptions, and to employ as tender a Concernment about its Situation, as about the Manner of her own Existence. By which Means she always bears a mighty Liking and Good-will to the Body; which is very much encreased from considering its Usefulness, and that it serves as a very commodious Engine to carry her about in her Diversions and Amusements, and to procure other Objects which she feels as necessary to her Happiness.
(pp. 183-4)",,21790,"","""Now,'tis this Dependence, which the Mind Is always conscious she has upon the Body, that engageth her in so very deep a Concern for it. For if the Mind suffer'd no Alteration in her State, from whatever Impressions might be made on it by external Objects, we have no Reason to believe, but that she would as easily part with a Limb, or any other Member whatsoever, as we now do with our Hair, and other Excrescences.""",Impressions,2013-07-16 15:34:09 UTC,""