work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3954,"","Found again searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,"XXXIX.
No longer shall their wretched Zeal adore
Ideas of destructive Power,
Spirits that hurt, and Godheads that devour:
New Incense They shall bring, new Altars raise,
And fill their Temples with a Stranger's Praise;
When the Great Father's Character They find
Visibly stampt upon the Hero's Mind;
And own a present Deity confest,
In Valour that preserv'd, and Power that bless'd.
(p. 179, ll. 503-511)
",,10282,"•Editors: ""P takes from Horace's Carmen Secularae little more than the title and general theme"" (p. 876).","The ""Great Father's Character"" may be found ""Visibly stampt upon the Hero's mind.""",Impressions,2011-06-16 20:06:41 UTC,""
3972,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-12 00:00:00 UTC,"What not his father's care, nor tutor's art,
Could plant with pains in his unpolished heart,
The best instructor, love, at once inspired,
As barren grounds to fruitfulness are fired;
Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
His gross material soul at once could find
Somewhat in her excelling all her kind;
Exciting a desire till then unknown,
Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone.
This made the first impression in his mind,
Above, but just above, the brutal kind.
For beasts can like, but not distinguish too,
Nor their own liking by reflection know;
Nor why they like or this or t'other face,
Or judge of this, or that peculiar grace;
But love in gross, and stupidly admire;
As flies, allured by light, approach the fire.
Thus our man-beast, advancing by degrees,
First likes the whole, then separates what he sees;
On several parts a several praise bestows,
The ruby lips, the well-proportioned nose,
The snowy skin, the raven-glossy hair,
The dimpled cheek, the forehead rising fair,
And, even in sleep itself, a smiling air.
From thence his eyes descending viewed the rest,
Her plump round arms, white hands, and heaving breast.
Long on the last he dwelt, though every part
A pointed arrow sped to pierce his heart.",2011-06-05,10311,•INTEREST. Continues differentiating animals from men: animals without judgment. ,"""This made the first impression in his mind / Above, but just above, the brutal kind.""",Impressions,2011-06-06 03:04:50 UTC,Translations from Boccace
4011,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Congreve to ev'ry Theme does Beauty give,
His fair Almeria will for ever live.
Homer looks great in his rich English Dress;
So well he Priam's Sorrow does express,
That I with him for valiant Hector grieve;
His Suff'rings on my Mind a deep Impression leave.
With sad Andromache a part I bear,
With her in all her Lamentations share:
With Hecuba bewail a darling Son,
Who for his Country glorious Things had done:
His Country, which its Prop thus snatch'd away,
She knew must to the Græcians fall a Prey;
And she with all her House must foreign Lords obey.",2004-06-10,10396,"","""His Suff'rings on my Mind a deep Impression leave.""",Impressions,2011-06-06 03:10:16 UTC,""
4012,Physiognomy?,"Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Lar.
Yes, I will tell you; my unweary'd Tongue,
Speaking of him, can ne'er think Ages long.
Daphne, you know what time the lovely Swain,
With his Blest Flocks, has grac'd our happy Plain:
From the first Hour, he did obliging prove;
(I little thought, to pay him back in Love)
He within bounds, my wandring Lambs would keep,
When I was weary, gladly Fold my Sheep.
And as I rested, in the verdant Shade,
On oaten Reeds melodious Airs he play'd.
The listning Shepherds not far distant stand,
Pleas'd, and yet envying that dear skilful Hand:
Not Pan's immortal Pipe, could more Inspire,
Or glad the Plains, than my Exalis Lyre.
It Joy'd all Hearts, to mine did Fatal prove,
And taught my listning Soul, the way to Love.
On a fresh Bank, by a clear Fountain side,
(Where Flora smil'd with gaudy vernal Pride.
Phoebus was gone, to Thetis yielding Arms,
But Luna left her Dear, Endymion's Charms;
Smil'd o'er the Grove, scarce Day it self more Bright,
And thro' the Boughs, sprinkled the Shade with Light.)
There with gay Innocence, supine we sate,
Hear'd injur'd Philomel her Wrongs relate,
But no forwarning Bird told my approaching Fate.
Then as I lean'd on the enamel'd Ground,
I cropt the fragrant Flowers all around;
The various Colours, artfully I plac'd,
And with them pleas'd Exalis Bosom dress'd.
To him a Crook and Beachen bowl I gave,
(Did with my careful Hand the last Ingrave,)
One side, with various Silvan Nymphs, I grac'd,
And on the other Pan and Flora plac'd.
Take these, said I; for all the generous Care,
In which, so oft, my Flocks and I did share;
And when I die, Exalis take them too,
Tho' lost to me, they'll Joy to be with you;
Like me, they'r wonted to your gentle Call;
I only grieve their number is so small.
He smil'd to hear the tender things I said,
While grateful looks his pleasing Answers made;
And then half Blushing on his Musick play'd,
List'ning; that dear undoing Face I view'd,
To catch each Smile, which kindly was bestow'd.
But Oh! too long, too long I gazeing sate;
My Soul, with softning Airs, prepar'd by Fate,
Took the Impression of that charming Face,
Which, Smiling, darted Glory round the Place:
A thousand Loves in amorous Fires drest,
With one dear look pierc'd my too ready Breast:
I thought Heaven's Brightness in those radiant Eyes,
And blusht, and fainted at the soft surprize;
Yet hop'd the mighty Transport would be o'er,
And the gay Youth but please as heretofore:
But oh! you may as soon yon Mountain move,
As raze out the immortal Characters of Love.",,10397,"","""My Soul, with softning Airs, prepar'd by Fate, / Took the Impression of that charming Face,""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC,""
4031,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"DAMON.
Pardon, blest Saint, the Rapture you enflame;
Pursue, MARIA, your Celestial Theme;
To my warm Soul such deep Impression give,
That with NASSAU my Thoughts, at least, may live.",,10437,"","""To my warm Soul such deep Impression give,""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:34:59 UTC,""
4038,"","Searching ""reason"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Then Bigottry, with Hellish Fury stung,
Did with a Voice that thro' the Palace rung,
Hell's Potentates in Council thus bespeak:
Spain to support, and Albion's Force to break,
Illustrious Princes, is your high Design;
I ask that glorious Province may be mine.
No Minister did e'er with greater Zeal,
Or more Success, promote the Cause of Hell.
Since in your Service, I was first employ'd,
I have your Foes without Remorse destroy'd.
My Mistress, Rome, will own I serv'd her more
Than all her Skill, and all her Pow'r before:
My self alone found out th'effectual Art,
Apostates to extirpate, or convert.
The rankest Weeds of baneful Heresy,
Have from the Church been rooted out by me.
My Racks have set Mens Understandings right;
My Dungeons bless'd them with convincing Light.
Rebels have been reduc'd at my Expence,
Inform'd by Whips, and tortur'd into Sense:
My Reasons always due Impressions made,
Proofs that are felt, are fittest to perswade:
I to the Mind explor'd the ready way,
And by the Senses, Knowledge did convey.
My Arguments with ease are understood,
Adapted to the Man, and clear to Flesh and Blood;
And Reason to our Senses clear and plain,
Will quickly to the Mind, Admission gain:
O what convincing Force have Prisons, Want, and Pain!
My Eloquence must still successful prove;
Those most prevail, who most the Passions move.
No Orator did e'er his Skill display,
In such a moving and Pathetick way.",,10467,"•Impressions are here physicalized and ""felt""","""My Reasons always due Impressions made, / Proofs that are felt, are fittest to perswade.""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:35:00 UTC,""
4121,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in C-H Lion's Poems on Affairs of State",2005-05-12 00:00:00 UTC,"I here had answer'd but the Dame withdrew;
And with Her Sleep retir'd, and left me too:
But left th'Impression deep upon my Mind
Of DUNCOMB honour'd, and AUGUSTA kind.
Ah Heav'n! I cry'd, let him but Prospe'rous be,
And 'tis no matter what becomes of me.",,10583,"","""But left th'Impression deep upon my Mind / Of DUNCOMB honour'd, and AUGUSTA kind.""",Impressions,2013-08-08 15:58:49 UTC,Vol. I. Epistles From the Country.
4357,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Sometimes I please my self, and think you are
Too good, to make me wretched by Despair.
That Tenderness, which in your Soul is plac'd,
Will move you to Compassion sure at last.
But when I come to take a serious View
Of my own Merits, I despond of you,
For what can Delia, beauteous Delia see,
To raise in her the least Esteem of me?
I've nought that can encourage my Address,
My Fortune's little; and my Worth is less.
But if a Love of the sublimest Kind
Can make Impressions on a gen'rous Mind:
If all has real Value, that's Divine,
There cannot be a nobler Flame than mine.",,11450,"","""But if a Love of the sublimest Kind / Can make Impressions on a gen'rous Mind:""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:35:54 UTC,""
4358,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""soul""",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Bold is the Wretch, and blasphemous the Man,
Who, Finite, will attempt to Scan
The Works of Him that's infinitely Wise,
And those he cannot Comprehend, denies;
As if a space Immense were measurable by a Span.
Thus the proud Sceptick will not own
That Providence the World directs,
Or its Affair inspects,
But leaves it to it self alone.
How does it with Almighty Grandeur suit,
To be concern'd with our Impertinence;
Or interpose his Power for the Defence
Of a poor Mortal, or a senseless Brute?
Villains could never so successful prove,
And unmolested in those Pleasures live,
Which Honour, Ease, and Affluence give:
While such as Heaven adore, and Virtue love,
And most the care of Providence deserve,
Oppress'd with Pain, and Ignominy starve.
What Reason can the wisest show,
Why Murder does unpunish'd go?
If the most High, that's Just and Good,
Intends and governs all below;
And yet regards not the loud Cries of guiltless Blood.
But shall we things unsearchable deny,
Because our Reason cannot tell us why
They are allow'd or acted by the Deity?
'Tis equally above the reach of Thought
To comprehend, how Matter should be brought
From Nothing, as Existent be
From all Eternity.
And yet that Matter is, we feel and see,
Nor is it easier to define
What Ligatures the Soul and Body join:
Or how the Mem'ry does th' Impression take
Of Things, and to the Mind restores 'em back.",,11451,"","""Or how the Mem'ry does th' Impression take / Of Things, and to the Mind restores 'em back.""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:35:54 UTC,"Providence, V."
7163,"",Reading,2014-05-26 20:19:34 UTC,"Then, Death, so call'd, is but old Matter dress'd
In some new Figure, and a vary'd Vest:
Thus all Things are but alter'd, nothing dies;
And here and there th' unbodied Spirit flies,
By Time, or Force, or Sickness dispossest,
And lodges, where it lights, in Man or Beast;
Or hunts without, till ready Limbs it find,
And actuates those according to their kind;
From Tenement to Tenement is toss'd;
The Soul is still the same, the Figure only lost:
And, as the soften'd Wax new Seals receives,
This Face assumes, and that Impression leaves;
Now call'd by one, now by another Name;
The Form is only chang'd, the Wax is still the same:
So Death, so call'd, can but the Form deface,
Th' immortal Soul flies out in empty space;
To seek her Fortune in some other Place.
(p. 512, cf. p. 821 in OUP)",,23861,USE IN ENTRY?,"""And, as the soften'd Wax new Seals receives, / This Face assumes, and that Impression leaves; / Now call'd by one, now by another Name; / The Form is only chang'd, the Wax is still the same.""",Impressions,2014-05-26 20:19:34 UTC,""