Ideas must circulate "Or all their broods, prohibited, to hide, / Become abortive, or, if born, destroy'd;"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

1814, 1816, 1896
Ideas must circulate "Or all their broods, prohibited, to hide, / Become abortive, or, if born, destroy'd;"
Metaphor in Context
Ideas, dealt about, like current coin,
By motion, smooth'd, assimilate--and shine;
Thro' circulation still increasing store,
New generations rising, more and more--
But cloister'd, close, in such sequester'd shades,
Each strong impression, clear inscription, fades;
While all their features, fine; complexions, pure,
Neglected rust--nor long their dates endure--
Or all their broods, prohibited, to hide,
Become abortive, or, if born, destroy'd;

Like undrawn swords, in scabbards, cankering, lie,
While useless edge, and point, and polish, fly;
Unfit for Justice--Right, nor Truth, defend--
Intimidate no Foe--protect no Friend--
Or, like the silent Snows, by Winter spread,
In silvery treasures, o'er the mountain's head;
Whose stores, while undisturb'd, each hour decay,
And hue, form, substance, quickly waste away;
But stirr'd, by winds, like words, with action strong,
Each sphere enlarges as it rolls along--
Escapes the common crowd's oblivious fate,
Expands its fame, and amplifies its date--
Or, mix'd, and press'd, in masses, may produce,
Some future solace, or substantial use;
But fix'd, and frozen, in its pristine place,
Yields small advantage to Man's reasoning Race:
When thrown in sport, or spite, by human arm,
Dire mischief Causes, or creates alarm;
Or, with a blow, like a pestilential breath,
Endangers harmless individual's death--
But launch'd from Alpine heights by Heav'n's command,
Like words of Kings, which vex a vicious Land;
Tho', at the first, in force, and bulk, but small,
With widening horrors rolls the rapid ball;
Till, grown a mountain, with augmented pow'rs,
Flocks--families--huts--hamlets--towns, devours!
Thoughts, like Churl's corn, in chamber'd stores entomb'd,
Devour'd by vermin, or, decay, consum'd;
Whose fruits might food, or opulence, afford;
Enrich the Rich, or bless the poor Man's board--
For soon the pregnant vegetative grain
When scatter'd, aptly, o'er the cultur'd plain,
In vernal Spring expands its verdant smiles
To pay, in part, with hopes, the Seedsman's toils;
With golden wealth, in time, to flood the ground,
And spread strength, health, and happiness, around!
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Poem first published in its entirety in 1896. The 1814 first edition receives notice in The New Monthly Magazine (March 1815); the poem was written "in the last century" (w. 1795-1820?).

Text from The Life and Poetical Works of James Woodhouse, ed. R. I. Woodhouse, 2 vols. (London: The Leadenhall Press, 1896). <Link to Hathi Trust> <Link to LION>
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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.