text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Who, then, can countenance the stale pretence,
False Infidels propound for sterling Sense,
That happiness is Virtue's portion here,
Nor hope a happier clime, or calmer sphere.
They court their Pupils to the Pagan code,
To Nature's nudities, dim Reason's road;
Philosophy's and Fancy's rules to read,
To form their Conduct, and to fix their Creed.
From reasonings, oft disprov'd, false inference draw,
To prove their lov'd Hypothesis a Law;
A Code convenient youthful hearts to win,
To pamper Pride and Lust, and sanction Sin!
",2012-07-03 16:49:41 UTC,"""They [Infidels] court their Pupils to the Pagan code, / To Nature's nudities, dim Reason's road; / Philosophy's and Fancy's rules to read, / To form their Conduct, and to fix their Creed.""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-07-03,"","",HDIS (Poetry),16251,6163
"Would not these temporal Rulers, then, do right
To keep the traits of His blest Image bright?
His Precepts practice--furious Vengeance fear--
While plac'd on Thrones, probationary, here?
Till, He, in Glory, grace the Earth, agen,
To rule and reign o'er all the Sons of Men--
When His pure, perfect, Kingdom will begin,
By chaining Satan, and by chasing Sin;
While swaying in the Souls, and Hearts, of all,
Till earthly Thrones, Crowns, Sceptres, Kingdoms, fall!
",2009-09-14 19:46:10 UTC,"In ""His pure, perfect Kingdom"" God may sway ""in the Souls, and Hearts, of all""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,16252,6163
"How then should matron Mind, with filial fear,
Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there!
To kill each procreant male, and thence expel
All, claiming cursed origin from Hell;
Or strength obtain to strangle, ere their birth,
Proud rebel progenies, allied to Earth;
Yet nurse, and nurture, all the sacred Seed,
While banishing the base Egyptian breed;
Training, or stifling, each ideal Child,
Nor, idly, let a savage Race run wild--
Like Hebrew midwives, with obstetric hand
Preserving every birth of Israel's band,
Not fearing any Pharaoh's wicked Will,
One offspring of that promis'd Seed to kill--
Or, Moses-like, when such opponents strive,
Destroy the Foe to save the Friend alive--
Make mocking Ishmael's from the house depart,
But cherish Isaac's both in head and heart.",2009-09-14 19:46:11 UTC,"""How then should matron Mind, with filial fear, / Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•INTEREST. REVISIT. On the engendering of ""ideal"" Children
•I've include thrice: Body and Population and Judge",HDIS,16253,6163
"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",2009-09-14 19:46:11 UTC,"One may try ""Conjecture's trackless region round, / To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found-- / What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace, / Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",I've included twice: Landscape and Hunting,HDIS,16256,6163
"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",2009-09-14 19:46:12 UTC,"Imagination may see shapes that ""stir the poison in her heart of Spleen""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,16258,6163
"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",2010-03-24 00:02:42 UTC,"""What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold / Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS,16259,6163
"But, as his frame, and mental forces, grew,
Crispinus more than corporal cravings knew;
Cravings more keen--less subject to controul--
The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!
Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth,
Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth.
The Glutton, fill'd, fond gust no longer feels,
But conquers all his cravings midst his meals;
For Mind, far more voracious, reads, and reads,
Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds.
The Drunkard, with indulgence, quickly cloy'd,
Soon sets his beverage, so belov'd, aside;
But Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks,
And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks.
The Body, when from cold well-cover'd o'er,
Secure from present misery, seeks no more--
Ev'n fleshly Lust, its fuel promptly spent,
Requires a truce and feels, a time, content--
Fruition soon puts out its fiercest fires,
And quickly deadens all its keen desires--
But Spirit's pure pursuits are never null,
Tho' Haram's furnish'd, and tho' Wardrobe's full--
Tho' cellar--larder--table's, well supplied
The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied--
Still, like the Miser, mid profusion pines,
Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!",2009-09-14 19:46:12 UTC,"One may feel ""The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""in HDIS (Poetry)",16260,6163
"But, as his frame, and mental forces, grew,
Crispinus more than corporal cravings knew;
Cravings more keen--less subject to controul--
The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!
Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth,
Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth.
The Glutton, fill'd, fond gust no longer feels,
But conquers all his cravings midst his meals;
For Mind, far more voracious, reads, and reads,
Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds.
The Drunkard, with indulgence, quickly cloy'd,
Soon sets his beverage, so belov'd, aside;
But Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks,
And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks.
The Body, when from cold well-cover'd o'er,
Secure from present misery, seeks no more--
Ev'n fleshly Lust, its fuel promptly spent,
Requires a truce and feels, a time, content--
Fruition soon puts out its fiercest fires,
And quickly deadens all its keen desires--
But Spirit's pure pursuits are never null,
Tho' Haram's furnish'd, and tho' Wardrobe's full--
Tho' cellar--larder--table's, well supplied
The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied--
Still, like the Miser, mid profusion pines,
Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!",2009-09-14 19:46:12 UTC,"""Mind, far more voracious [than the body], reads, and reads, / Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16261,6163
"But, as his frame, and mental forces, grew,
Crispinus more than corporal cravings knew;
Cravings more keen--less subject to controul--
The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!
Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth,
Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth.
The Glutton, fill'd, fond gust no longer feels,
But conquers all his cravings midst his meals;
For Mind, far more voracious, reads, and reads,
Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds.
The Drunkard, with indulgence, quickly cloy'd,
Soon sets his beverage, so belov'd, aside;
But Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks,
And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks.
The Body, when from cold well-cover'd o'er,
Secure from present misery, seeks no more--
Ev'n fleshly Lust, its fuel promptly spent,
Requires a truce and feels, a time, content--
Fruition soon puts out its fiercest fires,
And quickly deadens all its keen desires--
But Spirit's pure pursuits are never null,
Tho' Haram's furnish'd, and tho' Wardrobe's full--
Tho' cellar--larder--table's, well supplied
The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied--
Still, like the Miser, mid profusion pines,
Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!",2009-09-14 19:46:13 UTC,"""Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth, / Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16262,6163
"But, as his frame, and mental forces, grew,
Crispinus more than corporal cravings knew;
Cravings more keen--less subject to controul--
The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!
Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth,
Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth.
The Glutton, fill'd, fond gust no longer feels,
But conquers all his cravings midst his meals;
For Mind, far more voracious, reads, and reads,
Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds.
The Drunkard, with indulgence, quickly cloy'd,
Soon sets his beverage, so belov'd, aside;
But Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks,
And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks.
The Body, when from cold well-cover'd o'er,
Secure from present misery, seeks no more--
Ev'n fleshly Lust, its fuel promptly spent,
Requires a truce and feels, a time, content--
Fruition soon puts out its fiercest fires,
And quickly deadens all its keen desires--
But Spirit's pure pursuits are never null,
Tho' Haram's furnish'd, and tho' Wardrobe's full--
Tho' cellar--larder--table's, well supplied
The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied--
Still, like the Miser, mid profusion pines,
Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!",2009-09-14 19:46:13 UTC,"""Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks, / And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16264,6163