The soul "lives eternal in some brighter sphere. / Art thou the wretch to doubt that truth sublime, / Can'st thou not look beyond the things of time? / Hast thou no innate power to comprehend / Matter eterne, existence without end ? / Yon blue waves never-resting lapse behold, / For there 'tis Hieroglyphically told."
— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
M. Allen
Date
1798 [1797?]
Metaphor
The soul "lives eternal in some brighter sphere. / Art thou the wretch to doubt that truth sublime, / Can'st thou not look beyond the things of time? / Hast thou no innate power to comprehend / Matter eterne, existence without end ? / Yon blue waves never-resting lapse behold, / For there 'tis Hieroglyphically told."
Metaphor in Context
"[...] Dost fee yon glorious light,
Yon modest virgin planet of the night?
Can'st thou to her a chaste obeisance pay?
Can'st thou gaze stedfast on her searching ray?
Ha! that foul cheek, now flush'd with conscious red
Bespeaks thee faithless to the nuptial bed.
Learn to live pure, repent thee of such crimes,
Away, grow chaste and think of future times.
Perhaps thy grov'ling thoughts are all terrene,
Thy views all bounded to one short-liv'd scene,
But know, thy soul's existence ends not here.
It lives eternal in some brighter sphere.
Art thou the wretch to doubt that truth sublime,
Can'st thou not look beyond the things of time?
Hast thou no innate power to comprehend
Matter eterne, existence without end ?
Yon blue waves never-resting lapse behold,
For there 'tis Hieroglyphically told."
(pp. 102-3)
Yon modest virgin planet of the night?
Can'st thou to her a chaste obeisance pay?
Can'st thou gaze stedfast on her searching ray?
Ha! that foul cheek, now flush'd with conscious red
Bespeaks thee faithless to the nuptial bed.
Learn to live pure, repent thee of such crimes,
Away, grow chaste and think of future times.
Perhaps thy grov'ling thoughts are all terrene,
Thy views all bounded to one short-liv'd scene,
But know, thy soul's existence ends not here.
It lives eternal in some brighter sphere.
Art thou the wretch to doubt that truth sublime,
Can'st thou not look beyond the things of time?
Hast thou no innate power to comprehend
Matter eterne, existence without end ?
Yon blue waves never-resting lapse behold,
For there 'tis Hieroglyphically told."
(pp. 102-3)
Categories
Provenance
Reading at the Folger
Citation
Only 1 entry in ESTC (1798).
Jenkin Jones, Hobby Horses: A Poetic Allegory (London: Printed for M. Allen, 1798). <Link to ESTC>
Jenkin Jones, Hobby Horses: A Poetic Allegory (London: Printed for M. Allen, 1798). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
05/16/2013
