"His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray, / And faintly warms the animated Clay: / Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)


Place of Publication
Dublin
Publisher
Printed by and for S. Powell
Date
1749
Metaphor
"His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray, / And faintly warms the animated Clay: / Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"
Metaphor in Context
Thrice happy Genius, in whose Soul conspire
The Statesman's Wisdom, and the Poet's Fire;
O Friend to Arts! revive our drooping Isle,
And make those Arts by thy Indulgence smile:
Ev'n here, thy Presence shall their Strength restore,
Tho' Congreve, Steele, Roscommon, are no more;
Tho' Morrice, modest, hides his heav'nly Strains,
And Britain's Senate noble Boyle detains;
Tho' Swift be dumb; for Swift Ierne weeps,
The Pride, the Parent of his Country, sleeps:
His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray,
And faintly warms the animated Clay:
Not
Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave,
As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:

His living Lines shall mix their sacred Fire
In Nature's Blaze, and with thy Works expire.
Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
At least 2 entries in ESTC (1749).

See Poems on Several Occasions. By Henry Jones. (Dublin: Printed by and for S. Powell, in Crane-Lane, 1749). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
05/20/2005

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