"Mourn it, ye sons of spleen, whose hands (mistaught) / Tore up this seed of sense, this plant of thought / Whence reasoning shoots might bloom life's garden o'er, And weedy wildness choak her walks no more."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)


Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Date
1746, 1753
Metaphor
"Mourn it, ye sons of spleen, whose hands (mistaught) / Tore up this seed of sense, this plant of thought / Whence reasoning shoots might bloom life's garden o'er, And weedy wildness choak her walks no more."
Metaphor in Context
Mourn it, ye sons of spleen, whose hands (mistaught)
Tore up this seed of sense, this plant of thought:
Whence reasoning shoots might bloom life's garden o'er,
And weedy wildness choak her walks no more
.--
Horror (at alien woes) by genius, mov'd,
To sense of home-felt bliss, be, there, improv'd:
Wit's ent'ring hand dissect sedition's breast,
Shew the malignant springs, and call forth rest.
Provenance
Reading at the Folger Library
Citation
At least 4 entries in ESTC (1746, 1753, 1754, 1779).

Text from The Works of the Late Aaron Hill, 4 vols. (London: Printed for the Benefit of the Family, 1753).

Copy at Folger Library also consulted. Aaron Hill, The Art of Acting. Part 1. Deriving Rules from a New Principle, for Touching the Passions in a Natural Manner. An Essay of General Use. (London: Printed for J. Osborn, 1746).
Date of Entry
03/05/2012

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