work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4727,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-09-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Remarks.
Ver. 199. lo! Henley stands, &c. ]
J. Henley the Orator; he preached on the Sundays upon Theological matters, and on the Wednesdays upon all other sciences. Each auditor paid one shilling. He declaimed some years against the greatest persons, and occasionally did our Author that honour. Welsted, in Oratory Transactions, N. 1. published by Henley himself, gives the following account of him. ""He was born at Melton-Mowbray in Leicestershire. From his own Parish school he went to St. John's College in Cambridge. He began there to be uneasy; for it shock'd him to find he was commanded to believe against his own judgment in points of Religion, Philosophy, &c. for his genius leading him freely to dispute all propositions, and call all points to account, he was impatient under those fetters of the free-born mind. --Being admitted to Priest's orders, he found the examination very short and superficial, and that it was not necessary to conform to the Christian religion , in order either to Deaconship , or Priesthood ."" He came to town, and after having for some years been a writer for Booksellers, he had an ambition to be so for Ministers of state. The only reason he did not rise in the Church, we are told, ""was the envy of others, and a disrelish entertained of him, because he was not qualified to be a compleat Spaniel ."" However he offered the service of his pen to two great men, of opinions and interests directly opposite; by both of whom being rejected, he set up a new Project, and styled himself the Restorer of ancient eloquence . He thought ""it as lawful to take a licence from the King and Parliament at one place, as another; at Hickes's-hall, as at Doctors-commons; so set up his Oratory in Newport-market, Butcher-row. There (says his friend) he had the assurance to form a Plan, which no mortal ever thought of; he had success against all opposition; challenged his adversaries to fair disputations, and none would dispute with him; writ, read, and studied twelve hours a day; composed three dissertations a week on all subjects; undertook to teach in one year what schools and Universities teach in five ; was not terrified by menaces, insults, or satyrs, but still proceeded, matured his bold scheme, and put the Church , and all that , in danger .""
Welsted, Narrative in Orat. Transact. N. 1.
After having stood some Prosecutions, he turned his rhetoric to buffoonry upon all public and private occurrences. All this passed in the same room; where sometimes he broke jests, and sometimes that bread which he called the Primitive Eucharist . --This wonderful person struck Medals, which he dispersed as Tickets to his subscribers: The device, a Star rising to the meridian, with this motto, ad summa; and below, inveniam viam aut faciam. This man had an hundred pounds a year given him for the secret service of a weekly paper of unintelligible nonsense, called the Hyp-Doctor. ",2011-05-26,12472,"","""He began there to be uneasy; for it shock'd him to find he was commanded to believe against his own judgment in points of Religion, Philosophy, &c. for his genius leading him freely to dispute all propositions, and call all points to account, he was impatient under those fetters of the free-born mind.""",Fetters,2011-05-27 13:44:16 UTC,""
4208,"",Reading,2009-12-28 05:04:23 UTC,"This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks which graceful hung behind
In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck
With shining Ringlets the smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains,
And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains.
With hairy sprindges we the Birds betray,
Slight lines of Hair surprise the Finny Prey,
Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race insnare,
And Beauty draws us with a single Hair.
(II, ll. 19-28, p. 223)",2011-05-26,17602,"","""Love in these Labyrinths his Slaves detains, / And mighty Hearts are held in slender Chains.""",Fetters,2012-08-16 12:29:45 UTC,Canto II
7012,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-18 17:37:21 UTC,"&nbps; Curst be the Hour, ye Day, ye Year,
Curst ye disease that ravish'd hence or. seer,
&nbps; Whose sacrilegious dart cou'd show,
That one so good was not immortall too;
&nbps; Yet wt. alas can this avail?
&nbps; Why all this mad distemper'd Zeal
As wt it did were the effects of chance,
&nbps; & not of providence.
No the impatient heavens thought long to want
&nbps; In their blest choirs so true a saint,
And sent a ministring sickness from above,
&nbps; his earthy fetters to remove.
&nbps; &nbps; It came ye call he knew,
&nbps; & streight obey'd & streight wthdrew,
Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind
&nbps; &nbps; &nbps; Rose up to sacred love,
&nbps; To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd,
&nbps; &nbps; Quitting his lump of clay,
&nbps; &nbps; As subtle spirits fume away
Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye,
&nbps; They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.
(ll. 53-73, p. 348)",,18902,"","""Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind / Rose up to sacred love, / To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd, / Quitting his lump of clay, / As subtle spirits fume away / Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye, / They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.""",Fetters,2011-07-18 17:37:21 UTC,""
4351,"","Searching ""reason"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Prose)",2011-07-27 13:05:47 UTC,"But this Objection wou'd now serve no longer; for my Lord had, in some sort, broke his Engagements (I won't call it Honour again) with me, and had so far slighted me, as fairly to justifie my entire quitting of him now; and so, as the Objection was fully answer'd, the Question remain'd still unanswer'd, Why am I a Whore now? Nor indeed, had I any-thing to say for myself, even to myself; I cou'd not without blushing, as wicked as I was, answer, that I lov'd it for the sake of the Vice, and that I delighted in being a Whore, as such; I say, I cou'd not say this, even to myself, and all alone, nor indeed, wou'd it have been true; I was never able in Justice, and with Truth, to say I was so wicked as that; but as Necessity first debauch'd me, and Poverty made me a Whore at the Beginning; so excess of Avarice for getting Money, and excess of Vanity, continued me in the Crime, not being able to resist the Flatteries of Great Persons; being call'd the finest Woman in France; being caress'd by a Prince; and afterwards I had Pride enough to expect, and Folly enough to believe, tho' indeed, without ground, by a Great Monarch: These were my Baits, these the Chains by which the Devil held me bound; and by which I was indeed, too fast held for any Reasoning that I was then Mistress of, to deliver me from.
(pp. 244-5 in Penguin)",,19000,"","""These were my Baits, these the Chains by which the Devil held me bound; and by which I was indeed, too fast held for any Reasoning that I was then Mistress of, to deliver me from.""",Fetters,2011-07-27 13:10:57 UTC,""
7150,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 00:12:21 UTC," Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace
When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release
all my mourning then shall cease
then all my sorrow shall be turnd to Joy
& then thy mercyes onely shall my soul employ
Oh hear my god my saviour hear
& lett thy goodness towr'ds me soon appear
arm me wth heavn'ly temperd arms my Lord
Give for my buckler faith & for a sword thy word
Girt up my loins wth truth & on my breast
lett righteousness be plac't
thus thus I safely shall oppose
& safely triumph o're my foes
thus shall I break the force of hell & flee
With a glad heart to thee
to thee who (all my dangers past)
Wilt give thy self to me thy self & heav'n at last
theres the continuall treasury of bliss
the magazine of happiness
Pleasure there does never Cease
& in æternall Joy I shall remain
Where in æternall glory thou doest reign.
(p. 340, ll. 62-83)",,19406,"","""Wn to my soul thou'st spoken peace / When from its bonds thou wilt my soul release / all my mourning then shall cease.""",Fetters,2012-01-09 15:57:22 UTC,""
7155,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 17:39:41 UTC,"The Man whose mind & actions still Sedate
Can bravely triumph ore ye thoughts of fate
He who unaltered fortunes Changes brookes
Without elated or dejected lookes
With a fixd carriage & undaunted soul
Shall see ye oceans boiling surges roll
Vesuvius flames in smoaky pillars rise
& bolts of thunder dart from opening skys
Why dread we wretched mankind tell me why
When the vain threats of tyrants idely fly
Weigh all things right as in themselves they are
Unlearn your minds to move by hope & fear
With in yr breast lett resolution reign
& all their baffled forces act in vain
But he who servily can wish or grieve
For that which is not in his powr to give
Casts off the firmness wch shoud make him great
the strongest shield we can oppose to fate
letts inclinations grow & thus he weaves
Those very bonds which keep us passions slaves.
(p. 390, ll. 1-20)",,19417,"Boethius, Book I, Metre 4. Poem in two texts in the ms. Connected to Pope's interest in Boethius, c. 1717? See Rawson and Lock's commentary: p. 628.","""But he who servily can wish or grieve / For that which is not in his powr to give / Casts off the firmness wch shoud make him great / the strongest shield we can oppose to fate / letts inclinations grow & thus he weaves / Those very bonds which keep us passions slaves.""","",2012-01-09 17:39:41 UTC,""