"Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne."

— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)

Work Title
January 24, 1789
"Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne."
Metaphor in Context
'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
By driving winds the crackling flames are borne.'
Now, maddening-wild, I curse that fatal night,
Now bless the hour that charm'd my guilty sight.
In vain the Laws their feeble force oppose:
Chain'd at his feet, they groan Love's vanquish'd foes.
In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye:
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly.
Conscience in vain upbraids th'unhallow'd fire.
Love grasps his scorpions--stifled they expire.
Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne.
Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone;
Each thought intoxicated homage yields,
And riots wanton in forbidden fields.
Searching "throne" and "reason" in HDIS (Poetry); found again "idea"
Burns, Robert. The Works of Robert Burns. Vol. II. Ed. William Scott Douglas. Edinburgh: Paterson, 1877. http://www.robertburns.org/works/247.shtml
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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.