"His Arms were folded in the pensive kind, / And rough-rowl'd Front disclos'd the ruffled Mind."

— Purney, Thomas (1695-1730?)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for W. Chetwood [etc.]
Date
1718
Metaphor
"His Arms were folded in the pensive kind, / And rough-rowl'd Front disclos'd the ruffled Mind."
Metaphor in Context
Now Midnight, curtain'd in Nocturnal Fogs,
Soot-pall'd arose from black Mæotian Bogs,
Behind Spleen Sulphure-Ey'd Cloud-wrappen rode;
And near her Terror, Fire-disgorging Strode.
When Chevalier, in Hippochondrick Plight,
With pallid Cheeks traverst the Solemn Night.
His Arms were folded in the pensive kind,
And rough-rowl'd Front disclos'd the ruffled Mind.

To Merlin's sable Cell, allarm'd with Groans,
Adorn'd with Skulls, and boss'd with Coffin-bones,
The Youth repair'd: The thoughted Sage he found
Wrapt to the Stars, in Chains of Musing bound.
A sickly Taper solitary glow'd,
And Mid-nights ghastly Terrours silent show'd.
Here Merlin Watches on the rowling Hours,
And hollow Murmur of Nocturnal Show'rs.
Then doth the Youth th'impartial Sight require,
Of that rais'd Shade who was his rightful Sire.
With philter'd Charms and amuletick Herbs,
The Negromancer Mid-night's Peace disturbs.
Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Poetry)
Theme
Inner and Outer
Date of Entry
08/10/2005

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