text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
By driving winds the crackling flames are borne.'
Now, maddening-wild, I curse that fatal night,
Now bless the hour that charm'd my guilty sight.
In vain the Laws their feeble force oppose:
Chain'd at his feet, they groan Love's vanquish'd foes.
In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye:
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly.
Conscience in vain upbraids th'unhallow'd fire.
Love grasps his scorpions--stifled they expire.
Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne.
Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone;
Each thought intoxicated homage yields,
And riots wanton in forbidden fields.
",2010-10-04 17:36:14 UTC,"""Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne.""",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice: Rule and Subjection and Throne,"Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""idea""",8466,3224
"'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
By driving winds the crackling flames are borne.'
Now, maddening-wild, I curse that fatal night,
Now bless the hour that charm'd my guilty sight.
In vain the Laws their feeble force oppose:
Chain'd at his feet, they groan Love's vanquish'd foes.
In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye:
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly.
Conscience in vain upbraids th'unhallow'd fire.
Love grasps his scorpions--stifled they expire.
Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne.
Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone;
Each thought intoxicated homage yields,
And riots wanton in forbidden fields.
",2010-10-04 17:39:47 UTC,"""Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone; / Each thought intoxicated homage yields, / And riots wanton in forbidden fields.""",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2010-10-04,Inhabitants,"",Reading,8468,3224
"Good Lord, what is Man! For as simple he looks,
Do but try to develop his hooks and his crooks!
With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil,
All in all he's a problem must puzzle the Devil.
On his one ruling passion Sir Pope hugely labors,
That, like th'old Hebrew walking-switch, eats up its neighbours.
Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him?
Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him.
What pity, in rearing so beauteous a system,
One trifling particular--Truth--should have miss'd him!
For, spite of his fine theoretic positions,
Mankind is a science defies definitions.
Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe,
And think Human Nature they truly describe:
Have you found this, or t'other? There's more in the wind,
As by one drunken fellow his comrades you'll find.
But such is the flaw, or the depth of the plan
In the make of that wonderful creature called Man,
No two virtues, whatever relation they claim,
Nor even two different shades of the same,
Though like as was ever twin brother to brother,
Possessing the one shall imply you've the other.
",2013-08-09 22:51:57 UTC,"""On his one ruling passion Sir Pope hugely labors, / That, like th'old Hebrew walking-switch, eats up its neighbours.""",2004-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,Middle Stanzas,Ruling Passion,,Animals,"•Great anti-metaphor poem. INTEREST.
•Included twice: once in Animals and once Government.","Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15233,5709
"Good Lord, what is Man! For as simple he looks,
Do but try to develop his hooks and his crooks!
With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil,
All in all he's a problem must puzzle the Devil.
On his one ruling passion Sir Pope hugely labors,
That, like th'old Hebrew walking-switch, eats up its neighbours.
Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him?
Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him.
What pity, in rearing so beauteous a system,
One trifling particular--Truth--should have miss'd him!
For, spite of his fine theoretic positions,
Mankind is a science defies definitions.
Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe,
And think Human Nature they truly describe:
Have you found this, or t'other? There's more in the wind,
As by one drunken fellow his comrades you'll find.
But such is the flaw, or the depth of the plan
In the make of that wonderful creature called Man,
No two virtues, whatever relation they claim,
Nor even two different shades of the same,
Though like as was ever twin brother to brother,
Possessing the one shall imply you've the other.
",2011-02-05 19:38:00 UTC,"""Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him? / Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him.""",2004-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,Middle Stanzas,Ruling Passion,,"",•Great anti-metaphor poem. INTEREST.
•Included twice: once in Government and once in Uncategorized.,"Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15235,5709
"While we glory in the name and prerogative of free Britons, the important overthrow of the common enemy of our religious liberty, accomplished under the immediate direction of divine providence, must be engraven on our hearts in the very deepest characters of gratitude and praise: And more especially as the discomfiture of an enraged and disappointed enemy brings to our remembrance the awful catastrophe of another Armada (in that age of heroism) whose signal overthrow, at that critical time, was the everlasting renown of the English navy, as it was in a most eminent degree the supreme safety and deliverance of these nations. But these atchievement of true heroism have been recorded by much abler pens; I consine myself to the northern invasion.",2009-09-14 19:43:07 UTC,"""[T]he important overthrow of the common enemy of our religious liberty ... must be engraven on our hearts in the very deepest characters of gratitude and praise""",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"In footnote to the line ""Bids you rest from foreign thrall""","",,"","","Searching ""engrav"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15239,5711
"There northern Kametzchatka's dreary strand,
And frozen Isles, your daring toils demand:
Again your British hearts of steel, for see
The surly race in savage chivalry
Brandish the pond'rous club, and peal alarms,
So save their desart clime from British arms.
Their scaly cinctures cast, they raging fling
The pond'rous mass, and launch the whistling sling.",2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,"""There northern Kametzchatka's dreary strand, / And frozen Isles, your daring toils demand: / Again your British hearts of steel""",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15245,5716
"Long with a Mother's eye, a Mother's prayer,
In conscious rapture o'er her pleasing Care,
Like Eden's peerless Dame in bless'd retreat,
Bright Evelina, on your safety wait,
Fost'ring your vernal hues. Long see you grow
In Wisdom's soil: Your snowy bosoms glow
With female Worth, prime sense of Honour high,
Pure Truth, and Merit, sweet with downcast eye.
Immortal Blooms! surpassing Eden's kind,
Where Beauty shines the mirror of the Mind,
And rises fairer from the waste of Time,
To sky-born Lusture in the Heav'nly Clime.",2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,"""Immortal Blooms! surpassing Eden's kind, / Where Beauty shines the mirror of the Mind, / And rises fairer from the waste of Time, / To sky-born Lusture in the Heav'nly Clime.""",2005-06-28 00:00:00 UTC,From Occasional Poems,"",,"","•C-H takes from Works, but nests it in a heading ""Occasional Poems."" Is the poem to be dated 1771 then?","Searching ""mirror"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15247,5718
"Peace and Hope, sweet twins of Virtue,
Shall be strangers to thy breast:
Fell Despair, with Terror's wild crew,
Still shall rob thy couch of rest.
Round thy sceptre, gain'd by treason,
Guile and factious strife shall twine:
Base Dishonour, with full blazon,
Crown that shameless head of thine.",2009-09-14 19:43:09 UTC,"""Peace and Hope, sweet twins of Virtue, / Shall be strangers to thy breast""",2006-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,From Elegaic Poems on Illustrious Persons,"",,Inhabitants,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15250,5720
"As we are of opinion then, sufficiently founded we suppose, that the different organs are completed only as they become requisite and necessary; consequently, we believe the evolution of the generative organs in both sexes must be among the last efforts of the increase and completion of the body. This evolution could not have taken place earlier. If it had, the mind must have been affected by these impulses which announce the maturation of these organs by which we know the mind and body are connected; but this is not the case. In neither of the sexes is there one idea betrayed, before puberty, of that necessary union of the sexes. They think not about it; because, if you will, they know no more about it, than the infant does of right and wrong. Hence we believe, that the propensities and affections which indicate the maturity and power of organs, are simultaneous with these organs, and the contrary. Besides, these organs, and the ideas originating and combined with them, could not, consistently with the wisdom of Nature, have been brought forward before puberty. In the male, the foundation and powers of maturation, of that strength, and of those more rational qualities which belong to him, are laid before puberty: hence communication with the female, before these are finally arranged and secured, is inefficient, and entails upon him debility both of body and mind. The same thing holds, as far as the same ends are concerned, with respect to the female; and we cannot suppose that Nature could be so idly eccentric, as to punish the female with a disposition or propensity to procreate, before the body was capable of undergoing the various disorders and dangers of pregnancy and parturition. We have already hinted, that for the same, or similar reasons, none of the ordinary organs of sense are qualified to receive or communicate distinct impressions, till the brain, the common emporium of them all, has acquired those properties which must fit it for its arduous offices; and, as in the case already more particularly investigated, the powers of the mind, gradually unfolding themselves simultaneously with the organs of the body which are to support them, countenance the opinion. We are disposed to enter at much length into a metaphysical disquisition, concerning the rise, progress, and connection, of the powers of the body and mind, this part of our enquiry almost necessarily demands it. We shall only observe, however, that it is in the manner which we have been describing, that that power of the mind, which the philosophers of modern times call Common sense, seems to originate, and to be completed. This faculty operates to our conviction, though only with what may be called the rationality of maturity, by an instantaneous, instinctive, and irresistible impulse, not by the slow progress of comparison and argumentation. In infancy and youth it is scarcely perceptible, or very imperfect; and, as we have said, it is only when the different organs of sense have been completely evolved, and all their parts sound and just, that this: power of the mind is finally effectuated and established. This faculty, though it seems essentially different from Reason, is no doubt the origin of it; for the extension of common sense, from memory, of rather from comparison, and what may be called the balance of the senses, constitutes what is called Reason and Judgment. We have said, that while the organs are incomplete, from infancy, or from disease, their communication with the understanding is also unjust and incomplete. Those who have been born blind, or whose eyes have been destroyed in infancy, before they were become useful, have none of those ideas which depend upon the eye; it is the same with the deaf, and in all cases of ideas depending upon one sense: and we may add, as perfectly in our way, the early castrated have no comprehension of, or propensity to, the gratifications of love. In disease, something similar happens, which, though it is not precisely to our purpose, seems to confirm our general ideas. The diseased organ transmits partially or incompletely to the sensorium; and the action of the mind is proportionally erroneous and incomplete. When both eyes are found and active, they communicate in the same instant with what are called corresponding points in the sensorium; that is, two sensations perfectly similar are communicated in the same instant; and therefore, in the sensorium, only one perception can be recorded: But if the communication of one of the eyes is retarded by disease, or by any other circumstance, the progress of sensation becomes unequal, the sensorium will receive two impulses from the same object, though the application to the external organs happened at the fame instant, and hence vision will be double. In the same manner the musician, from a temporary defect, or from accidental disease, in the organ of hearing upon one side, was tortured with the repetition of a single sound; and every boy knows, though disease acts not here, that if he rolls a ball in the hollow of his left hand, by the two first fingers of his right, so firmly plaited over one another that the second is in fact compressed by the first, that he cannot scarcely avoid believing he is rolling a couple of balls at the same time.
(82-88)",2010-06-07 15:19:55 UTC,"""We have already hinted, that for the same, or similar reasons, none of the ordinary organs of sense are qualified to receive or communicate distinct impressions, till the brain, the common emporium of them all, has acquired those properties which must fit it for its arduous offices; and, as in the case already more particularly investigated, the powers of the mind, gradually unfolding themselves simultaneously with the organs of the body which are to support them, countenance the opinion.""",2010-06-07 15:19:55 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""emporium"" and ""brain"" in Google Books",17858,6712
"""Let the fair Syrens sly deceive
""The gaudy saunt'ring throng,
""Who, scorning merit, idly grieve
""Such fairy scenes among.
""Far nobler prize my heart constrains,
""Yielding to soft controul;
""Far other beauty binds in chains
""The magnet of my soul.
",2012-01-11 20:59:50 UTC,"""Far nobler prize my heart constrains, / Yielding to soft controul; / Far other beauty binds in chains / The magnet of my soul.""",2012-01-11 20:59:32 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19440,7162