work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3584,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""wax"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Oh those smooth, soft, and Rubie lips,
That fright the Sun to an Eclipse,
Whose Rosie and Virmilion hue
Betray the blushing thoughts in you:
Whose fragrant Amoratick breath
Wou'd revive dying Saints from death,
Whose Syren-like harmonious air
Speaks musick and enchants the ear;
VVho would not hang? and fixed there
VVish he might know no other sphere?
Oh for a charm to make the Sun
Drunk, and forget his motion!
Oh that some palsie or lame gout
Would cramp old times diseased foot!
Or that I might, or moult or clip
His speedy wings, whilst on her lip
I quench my thirsty appetite
With the life honey dwels on it!
Oh for a Crane-like neck that may
This Nectar slowly thence convey!
Then on this holy Altar, I
Would sacrifice eternally,
Offring one long continued mine
Of Golden pleasures to thy shrine.
I mean not Pompeys biting kiss
Flora did so commend: nor his
Venerious sip Catullus us'd
Where lip-salve was from each infus'd
No: a more holy chast impresse,
May th'image of each mind expresse
As perfect as the wax the seal:
Such kisses do not wound, but heal.
",,9273,"","A kiss ""May th'image of each mind expresse / As perfect as the wax the seal""","",2009-09-14 19:34:05 UTC,""
3596,"",Reading Ron Cooleys' website. <http://www.usask.ca/english/phoenix/cavendishpoems1.htm>.,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Thoughts as a Pen do write upon the Braine;
The Letters which wise Thoughts do write, are plaine.
Fooles Scribble, Scrabble, and make many a Blot,
Which makes them Non-sense speak, they know not what.
Or Thoughts like Pencils draw still to the Life,
And Fancies mixt, as colours give delight.
Sad melancholy Thoughts are for Shadowes plac'd,
By which the lighter Fancies are more grac'd.
As through a dark, and watry Cloud, more bright,
The Sun breakes forth with his Resplendent Light.
Or like to Night's black Mantle, where each Star
Doth clearer seem, so lighter Fancies are.
Some like to Rain-bowes various Colours shew,
So round the Braine Fantastick Fancies grow. ",2007-04-26,9318,"","""Or Thoughts like Pencils draw still to the Life, / And Fancies mixt, as colours give delight.""",Writing,2012-04-26 20:42:30 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9332,"","""And when these fancies and thin do show, / They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3607,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-15 00:00:00 UTC,"------ & apta
Spicula sent nobis puris ------
Simple as are the Elements unmixt,
Stedfast as is the earth, whose footing's fixt;
Untainted like the silver suite of Swan,
Alone like truth, well ordered like a man,
Like these in each of these was I, untill
Upon a time, Reason fell foule with Will,
Who back't with sence, that it might battaile move,
Implor'd the ayde of all commanding Love,
Love by his mother taught, doth soone comply,
To be an Actor in this treachery.
The battell's wag'd, and reason fleye the field,
While Sence and Will to Love the Conquest yeeld.
I now, loves subject, am inforclt to doe
What ever his designes commands me to do;
See, see (quoth hee) do you behold that maid,
Whose equall doth not breathe; and there he staid,
To draw fresh aire, So quicke was he to give
Mee notice that I must no longer live,
In my owne selfe, but her whom when I spy'd,
Mee thought I had been happy to have dy'd
Since I at once saw severally in one,
What joyn'd together made perfection.
This was Florella that bright shining starre,
Who might have caused a second Trojan warre,
Were there a second Paris, for her face,
The world might strive, but then there sate a grace
So chast that might expell each spurious thought,
Such as foule Hellen to her Paris brought.
There I might read in my Florella's lookes,
(Such are indeed beauties most perfect bookes)
Loves pleasant Lecture where I might espie
How Cupid once sought entrance at her eye
Whom she repell'd, like snow and chast and cold
Could not admit a Sympathy to hold,
With his hot flames, but melting quite put out
That ardent fire which warm'd her round about.
Cupid denied of this did backward start,
And ran for hast to hide him in her heart,
Where he renewed fresh flames, and by delay,
So I corcht his wings he could not fly away
Thus force perforce in her my conquer'd breast
Is the poore Inne of such a God-borne guest,
Whom while I harbor, it is hard to tell
Whether his presence be a Heaven or Hell.
Such pleasurable paine, such painfull pleasure
Sometimes below, and sometimes above measure.
Mars on a time forsook his Venus bed,
Protesting he no longer would be led
To these embraces, which like Circles charmes,
Made him forget th'Heroicke use of Armes,
Venus heard this whiles halfe in anger shee
Did thrust her darling Cupid off her knee.
Downe falls the youngster and in salling so
Broke all his Arrows, quiver and his bow,
His grandame Nature pittying the mischance,
Wipes the wagges eyes, told him she would advance
Him to his former office: for a dart
That should transfixe the most obdurate heart.
She would create an eye, and for a bow
She'd make a brow, whose art inclining so,
Should shoote such shafts, that deity should yeeld
Themselves glad prisoners in the maiden field,
When streight she made Florella, such a maid,
Who being nam'd, need there ought else be said?
'Tis not long since that I heard Lovers whine
At whose deep wounds, which from their Mistris eyne
They bleeding had ceceiv'd, cause they could winne
No mercy from them, whilst I thought some pinne
Had scratch'd their tender hands, till I too late
Grew sensible they were unfortunate
In their lost loves, 'cause when Florella fround,
Shee like a Commet strucke mee to the ground,
Till shee was pleas'd to cleare her glorious eyes,
Which summon'd mee from death to life to rise.
Wherefore you speedy Merchant doe you runne
Beyond the bounds of the all-bounding Sunne,
To seeke for Rubies, Pearle, and Ivory,
Adventuring hazard both of Land and skie,
When my Florella can afford all this
Without your search in the tumultuous Seas.
Rubies and Pearle, her lips and teeth, her skinne,
Like hollow Ivory, lockes those gems within,
For which you fondly up and downe doe rome
When you may better find this wealth at home,
What would the Northerne Climate hold too deare
To purchase my Florella to live there?
That where the niggard sute denies to shine,
They might receive more lustre from her eyne.
But that I know she loves Religion best,
She had long since, seene India the West,
But least those Pagans who adore the rise
Of the bright Sunne, should doate upon her eyes,
She was resolv'd to stay; wo had I bin
Had she gone thither to encrease their sinne.
East India nothing holds that's worth her view,
There's nothing there, that shee can take for new,
Their aire-perfuming spices, pretious gum,
Their fragrant odors, pleasants, Cinamum
All these and sweeter farre, shee breathes whose smell
Doth all things but it selfe, highly excell:
Once to my friend I did these lines rehearse,
Who streightway smil'd and did applaud my verse
But Ah! I feare 'twas my Florella's name
That brib'd his tongue, so to belie my fame.
Once, and but once I chanc'd to have the sight
Of my Florella, who makes darkness light:
When leaden Morpheus did her sence surprize,
In the lock't casket of her closed eys,
Faine would I steale a kisse, but as I strove,
Those scarlet Judges of my sleeping love
Did swell against my pride, and angry red,
Charg'd mee stand back from her forbidden bed:
While they her precious breath did seem to smother.
Each privately did steale a touch from the other,
I envious at their new begotten blisse
Was hold on her soft lips to print a kisse.
At which she wak't: And have you ever seene
How faire Aurora, heavens illustrious queene.
Shakes off her sable Robe, and with a grace
Smiles in the front of a faire morning face.
Just so my love as if night had beene noone,
Discards the element of the uselesse moone:
And from her glorious tapers sent a fire,
To light the darkest thoughts to quicke desire.
While thus from forth her rosall gate she sent,
Breath form'd in words, the marrow of content.
And have you Sir, at such a tempting time
Betrayd my honour, to this welcome crime,
By stealing pleasure from me, 'twas thy Love
I know, that did thee to this trespasse move
For I have prov'd thy faith which since I finde
The trusty Inmate of a loyall minde,
Of force I must except it; and in part
Of recompence, afford thee all my heart,
Thus having ceaz'd my prize; I told her, sweet,
As by no fouler name we ere may greete,
So what is mine I tender, all, my selfe,
The poorest part of thy unvalued wealth.
Thou hast won much in this, thy mercy showne,
That thus at last thou dost receive thy owne
Least they who after me like fare shall prove,
Should say, See what it is to be in Love.
I am in portu.",,9356,"•Rich passage. I've included five times: Flame, Conquest, Inn, Guest, Heaven or Hell","""Cupid denied of this did backward start, / And ran for hast to hide him in her heart, / Where he renewed fresh flames, and by delay, / So I corcht his wings he could not fly away / Thus force perforce in her my conquer'd breast / Is the poore Inne of such a God-borne guest, / Whom while I harbor, it is hard to tell / Whether his presence be a Heaven or Hell.""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3635,"","Reading. Found again in Marshall Brown's ""Romanticism and Enlightenment"" in The Cambridge Companion to British Romanticism, ed. Stuart Curran (Cambridge UP, 1993), 32.
",2004-01-26 00:00:00 UTC,"This I foretell from your auspicious care,
Who great in search of God and nature grow;
Who best your wise Creator's praise declare,
Since best to praise His works is best to know.
O truly royal! who behold the law,
And rule of beings in your Maker's mind;
And thence, like limbecs , rich ideas draw,
To fit the levelled use of humankind.
(p. 53, ll. 657-664)
",2011-04-19,9434,"Wikipedia: ""Technically, the alembic is the lid with a tube attachment (the capital or still-head), which is placed on top of a flask, the cucurbit, containing the material to be distilled, but the word is often used to refer to the entire distillation apparatus."" ","""O truly royal! who behold the law, / And rule of beings in your Maker's mind; / And thence, like limbecs, rich ideas draw, / To fit the levelled use of humankind.""","",2011-12-17 19:49:06 UTC,Apostrophe to the Royal Society
3617,"",Reading,2010-01-11 22:54:11 UTC,"2. That providence which governs all the world, is nothing else but God present by his providence: and God is in our hearts by his Laws: he rules in us by his Substitute, our conscience. God sits there and gives us Laws; and as God said
to Moses, I have made thee a god to Pharaoh, that is, to
give him Laws, and to minister in the execution of those Laws,
and to inflict angry sentences upon him; so hath God done
to us. He hath given us Conscience to be in Gods stead to
us, to give us Laws, and to exact obedience to those Laws,
to punish them that prevaricate, and to reward the obedient. And therefore Conscience is called [GREEK] The Household Guardian, The Domestick God, The Spirit or Angel of the place: and when we
call God to witness, we only mean, that our conscience is
right, and that God and Gods vicar, our conscience, knows
it. So Lactantius: Meminerit Deum se habere testem,
id est, ut ego arbitror, mentem suam, qua nihil homini dedit
Deus ipse divinius. Let him remember that he hath God
for his witness, that is, as I suppose, his mind; than which
God hath given to man nothing that is more divine. In sum,
It is the image of God; and as in the mysterious Trinity, we
adore the will, memory, and understanding, and Theology contemplates three persons in the analogies, proportions, and correspondences, of them: so in this also we see plainly that Conscience is that likeness of God, in which he was pleased to make man. For although conscience be primarily
founded in the understanding, as it is the Lawgiver and
Dictator; and the rule and dominion of conscience fundatur in intellectu, is established in the understanding part;
yet it is also Memory, when it accuses or excuses, when it makes joyful and sorrowful; and there is in it some mixture
of will, as I shall discourse in the sequel; so that conscience
is a result of all, of Understanding, Will, and Memory.
(pp. 1-2)",,17641,"","""That providence which governs all the world, is nothing else but God present by his providence: and God is in our hearts by his Laws: he rules in us by his Substitute, our conscience""","",2010-01-11 23:15:07 UTC,"Book I, Chapter I"
3617,"",Reading,2010-01-11 22:57:05 UTC,"2. That providence which governs all the world, is nothing else but God present by his providence: and God is in our hearts by his Laws: he rules in us by his Substitute, our conscience. God sits there and gives us Laws; and as God said
to Moses, I have made thee a god to Pharaoh, that is, to
give him Laws, and to minister in the execution of those Laws,
and to inflict angry sentences upon him; so hath God done
to us. He hath given us Conscience to be in Gods stead to
us, to give us Laws, and to exact obedience to those Laws,
to punish them that prevaricate, and to reward the obedient. And therefore Conscience is called [GREEK] The Household Guardian, The Domestick God, The Spirit or Angel of the place: and when we
call God to witness, we only mean, that our conscience is
right, and that God and Gods vicar, our conscience, knows
it. So Lactantius: Meminerit Deum se habere testem,
id est, ut ego arbitror, mentem suam, qua nihil homini dedit
Deus ipse divinius. Let him remember that he hath God
for his witness, that is, as I suppose, his mind; than which
God hath given to man nothing that is more divine. In sum,
It is the image of God; and as in the mysterious Trinity, we
adore the will, memory, and understanding, and Theology contemplates three persons in the analogies, proportions, and correspondences, of them: so in this also we see plainly that Conscience is that likeness of God, in which he was pleased to make man. For although conscience be primarily
founded in the understanding, as it is the Lawgiver and
Dictator; and the rule and dominion of conscience fundatur in intellectu, is established in the understanding part;
yet it is also Memory, when it accuses or excuses, when it makes joyful and sorrowful; and there is in it some mixture
of will, as I shall discourse in the sequel; so that conscience
is a result of all, of Understanding, Will, and Memory.
(pp. 1-2)",,17642,"","""And therefore Conscience is called [...] The Household Guardian, The Domestick God, The Spirit or Angel of the place: and when we call God to witness, we only mean, that our conscience is right, and that God and Gods vicar, our conscience, knows it.""","",2010-01-12 18:54:36 UTC,"Book I, Chapter I"
3617,"",Reading,2010-01-11 22:59:58 UTC,"2. That providence which governs all the world, is nothing else but God present by his providence: and God is in our hearts by his Laws: he rules in us by his Substitute, our conscience. God sits there and gives us Laws; and as God said
to Moses, I have made thee a god to Pharaoh, that is, to
give him Laws, and to minister in the execution of those Laws,
and to inflict angry sentences upon him; so hath God done
to us. He hath given us Conscience to be in Gods stead to
us, to give us Laws, and to exact obedience to those Laws,
to punish them that prevaricate, and to reward the obedient. And therefore Conscience is called [GREEK] The Household Guardian, The Domestick God, The Spirit or Angel of the place: and when we
call God to witness, we only mean, that our conscience is
right, and that God and Gods vicar, our conscience, knows
it. So Lactantius: Meminerit Deum se habere testem,
id est, ut ego arbitror, mentem suam, qua nihil homini dedit
Deus ipse divinius. Let him remember that he hath God
for his witness, that is, as I suppose, his mind; than which
God hath given to man nothing that is more divine. In sum,
It is the image of God; and as in the mysterious Trinity, we
adore the will, memory, and understanding, and Theology contemplates three persons in the analogies, proportions, and correspondences, of them: so in this also we see plainly that Conscience is that likeness of God, in which he was pleased to make man. For although conscience be primarily
founded in the understanding, as it is the Lawgiver and
Dictator; and the rule and dominion of conscience fundatur in intellectu, is established in the understanding part;
yet it is also Memory, when it accuses or excuses, when it makes joyful and sorrowful; and there is in it some mixture
of will, as I shall discourse in the sequel; so that conscience
is a result of all, of Understanding, Will, and Memory.
(pp. 1-2)",,17643,Interesting: Trinity within.,"In sum, It is the image of God; and as in the mysterious Trinity, we adore the will, memory, and understanding, and Theology contemplates three persons in the analogies, proportions, and correspondences, of them: so in this also we see plainly that Conscience is that likeness of God, in which he was pleased to make man.""","",2010-01-11 23:13:11 UTC,"Book I, Chapter I"
3626,"",Reading,2012-01-28 20:23:11 UTC,"[...] Plotting and writing in this kind, are certainly more troublesome employments than many which signify more, and are of greater moment in the world: The fancy, memory, and judgment are then extended (like so many limbs) upon the rack; all of them reaching with their utmost stress at nature; a thing so almost infinite and boundless, as can never fully be comprehended, but where the images of all things are always present. Yet I wonder not, your Lordship succeeds so well in this attempt: the knowledge of men is your daily practice in the world; to work and bend their stubborn minds, which go not all after the same grain, but each of them so particular a way, that the same common humours, in several persons, must be wrought upon by several means. Thus, my Lord, your sickness is but the imitation of your health; the poet but subordinate to the statesman in you: you still govern men with the same address, and manage business with the same prudence; allowing it here, as in the world, the due increase and growth, till it comes to the just height; and then turning it when it is fully ripe, and Nature calls out, as it were, to be delivered. With this only advantage of ease to you in your poetry, that you have fortune here at your command; with which, wisdom does often unsuccessfully struggle in the world. Here is no chance which you have not foreseen; all your heroes are more than your subjects, they are your creatures; and though they seem to move freely in all the sallies of their passions, yet you make destinies for them which they cannot shun. They are moved, if I may dare to say so, like the rational creatures of the Almighty Poet, who walk at liberty, in their own opinion, because their fetters are invincible, when indeed the prison of their will is the more sure for being large; and instead of an absolute power over their actions, they have only a wretched desire of doing that, which they cannot choose but do.",,19545,"","""The fancy, memory, and judgment are then extended (like so many limbs) upon the rack; all of them reaching with their utmost stress at nature; a thing so almost infinite and boundless, as can never fully be comprehended, but where the images of all things are always present.""","",2012-01-28 20:23:11 UTC,""
3626,"",Reading,2012-01-28 20:24:15 UTC,"I have dwelt, my Lord, thus long upon your writing, not because you deserve not greater and more noble commendations, but because I am not equally able to express them in other subjects. Like an ill swimmer, I have willingly staid long in my own depth; and though I am eager of performing more, yet am loath to venture out beyond my knowledge: for beyond your poetry, my Lord, all is ocean to me. To speak of you as a soldier, or a statesman, were only to betray my own ignorance; and I could hope no better success from it, than that miserable rhetorician had, who solemnly declaimed before Hannibal, of the conduct of arms, and the art of war. I can only say in general, that the souls of other men shine out at little crannies; they understand some one thing, perhaps to admiration, while they are darkened on all the other parts: but your Lordship's soul is an entire globe of light, breaking out on every side; and if I have only discovered one beam of it, 'tis not that the light falls unequally, but because the body which receives it, is of unequal parts.",,19546,"","""I can only say in general, that the souls of other men shine out at little crannies; they understand some one thing, perhaps to admiration, while they are darkened on all the other parts: but your Lordship's soul is an entire globe of light, breaking out on every side; and if I have only discovered one beam of it, 'tis not that the light falls unequally, but because the body which receives it, is of unequal parts.""","",2012-01-28 20:24:15 UTC,""