"Returning Thoughts in endless Circles roll, / And thousand Furies haunt his guilty Soul."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Bernard Lintott
Date
w. 1703, 1712
Metaphor
"Returning Thoughts in endless Circles roll, / And thousand Furies haunt his guilty Soul."
Metaphor in Context
Now wretched Oedipus, depriv'd of Sight,
Led a long Death in everlasting Night;
But while he dwells where not a chearful Ray
Can pierce the Darkness, and abhors the Day;
The clear, reflecting Mind, presents his Sin
In frightful Views, and makes it Day within;
Returning Thoughts in endless Circles roll,
And thousand Furies haunt his guilty Soul.

The Wretch then lifted to th'unpitying Skies
Those empty Orbs, from whence he tore his Eyes,
Whose Wounds yet fresh, with bloody Hands he strook,
While from his Breast these dreadful Accents broke.
(ll. 69-80, p. 39)
Provenance
Reading
Citation
Pope, Alexander. The Poems of Alexander Pope, ed. John Butt (New Haven: Yale UP, 1963).

See Miscellaneous Poems and Translations. By Several Hands. (London: Printed for Bernard Lintott, 1712). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
12/05/2003

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.