work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6085,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Now many a happy year had slid away,
Since Hymen smil'd upon their bridal day.
Alike, as mother, mistress, friend, or wife,
Fair Flora shone the grace of private life:
With latent wisdom and endearing art,
She stretch'd her blameless empire o'er the heart;
Her happy household rul'd with gentle sway,
And made it their first pleasure to obey.
Belov'd and reverenc'd in his native place,
Obey'd and honour'd by a duteous race,
Blest in his Flora, by his neighbours blest,
The worthiest of his generous tribe confest,--
Her consort long in peaceful plenty dwelt,
And oft to want his liberal bounty dealt.",,16105,•INTEREST. Grant seems to renovate the metaphor of female tyranny.,"A woman may stretch ""her blameless empire o'er the heart.""","",2011-07-14 20:10:12 UTC,""
6158,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Our language, lineage, faith, are still the same,
The torch that kindled Freedom's holy flame
To light the western world, from British altars came;
For them our sages think, our poets sing,
They quaff, unchanged, the British muse's spring;
Our Shakspeare, born for British minds alone,
To them has Fancy's boundless empire shewn;
And, mounted high on Milton's wing sublime,
They pass the ""flaming bounds of space and time;""
A feeble scion from our ancient stock,
Unfixed and shrinking from each foreign shock,
Still bending to each blast that ruder blew,
Beneath our fostering care her empire grew,
With British blood we dewed their weakly stem,
Our patriots planned, our heroes died for them:
Her root was fixed, her branches spread at length,
Her sons, exulting, gloried in her strength,
No longer brooked a distant lord's command,
But wrenched the rod of power from Britain's hand;
Yet many a British heart rejoiced to see
The kindred bonds dissolved, the sons of freemen free.
The patriot race, who first from Britain came,
And graced their land with England's honoured name,
Still to their parent turn a kindling eye,
And bless the Island-home of liberty.
O'er all their coasts, the wise, the learned, the good,
Resist o'erwhelming Faction's headlong flood;
But, when wild Faction's hurricane is past,
The learned, the wise, the good, prevail at last;
While Error, like some wandering comet flies,
Whose short-lived brightness dazzles vulgar eyes,
Fair Truth, like some mild star's propitious rays,
Creates no wonder, and excites no gaze,
Still burns with steady light its useful flame,
And passing ages find it still the same.",,16224,"","Shakespeare, ""born for British minds alone, / To them has Fancy's boundless empire shewn""","",2009-09-14 19:46:05 UTC,""
6158,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"In vain the pious or the moral page,
Rich with the labours of the saint or sage,
Have shed refreshing dews o'er fiery youth,
Or shew'd Prosperity the ways of Truth;
Experience, in her more persuasive strain,
Here echoes back the preacher, ""All is vain.""
Had Dives, from the dark abodes below,
Broke forth to tell the story of his woe,
With voice of agony his pangs proclaim'd,
And all the horrors of his state explain'd,
No stronger lesson could his brethren see,
Than thine, unhappy Harold, find in thee!
Not all the woes of guilty souls combined,
Exceed thy ""leafless desart of the mind.""
Say, Thou! whose powerful voice, with varying tone,
Makes all the empire of the mind thine own,
Who, binding wild-flowers round thy boyish reed,
Woo'd to the Dee the muses of the Tweed;
Who, lightly scathed by Satire's erring hand,
Hurl'd back with tenfold force a hissing brand,
And bade thy vengeance lighten through the land;
Who paint'st with matchless force, in colours clear,
The vernal glories of the brighter year,
Where ardent suns embrown Hesperia's hills,
And Grecian grots resound to warbling rills;
What magic influence aids thy wondrous lyre,
Or does the Genius of the Land inspire?
Lo! where before our wondering lifted eyes
Majestic Ida's snowy heights arise,
We feel the fair delusion still increase,
Embodying to our sight the gods of Greece.
Her heroes once again in armour shine,
Again her poets pour the strain divine,
At Marathon devoted bands display,
To Ruin point the Persian tyrant's sway,
And shed new splendour o'er Thermopylae.
Say! can'st thou, with the noblest gifts of mind,
Be to the narrow bounds of earth confined?
Let not thy muse extend her potent hand,
To wave the gloomy Sceptic's ebon wand,
That puts fair Faith and bright-eyed Hope to flight,
And bounds our cloudy view with endless night;
Like Polyphemus with destructive might,
Revenging thus thy loss of mental sight.",,16225,"","Byron's ""powerful voice, with varying tone, / Makes all the empire of the mind thine own""","",2009-09-14 19:46:06 UTC,""
6158,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"And not alone thy potent spells can bind
The cheated sense; the tame subservient mind,
Forgetful of its present calm abodes,
Of tranquil, polish'd life, and moral modes,
Well pleased returning to an earlier age,
Feels all the feudal pride and feudal rage,
The nightly danger, and the daily strife,
And all the hazards of a Border life.
Its wars and tumults, like refreshing gales,
Awake our spirit, while they swell our sails;
And strong emotion, like a rushing flood,
In swifter currents speeds the lazy blood:
Fast hurried onwards by th' impetuous tide,
All modern prejudice is thrown aside.
Awed to respect, we view the lofty Dame,
Who practises the art she dares not name;
The vengeful spirit, and unconquer'd soul,
That soars undaunted, and disdains controul,
Spurns proffer'd peace, and breaks through Nature's laws,
Sternly extorts from gentler minds applause.
Bold Harden's raids, to English foemen dear,
The blood that reek'd on Elliot's border-spear;
Blunt Deloraine's defect in letter'd skill,
The courtesy and grace of Belted Will,
And Cranstoun, now no longer in disguise,
Revealed before the wond'ring Lady's eyes,
Usurp the empire of the wilder'd mind,
And leave the forms of modern life behind.",,16228,•I take Grant is writing in these lines about Scott. REVISIT.,"Scott may ""Usurp the empire of the wilder'd mind, / And leave the forms of modern life behind""","",2009-09-14 19:46:06 UTC,""
6158,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Hush'd in their narrow chambers, dark and deep,
Those potent rulers of opinion sleep;
Their's was the power most envied, to controul,
With wonder-working voice, the public soul;
Without the aid of titles, wealth, or art,
To rule the empire of the willing heart;
And leave to late posterity a name,
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.",,16229,"","Potent rulers of opinion may rule ""the empire of the willing heart""","",2009-09-14 19:46:06 UTC,""
6678,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2010-02-05 00:08:24 UTC,"It matters not, though gen'rous in their nature,
They yet may serve a most ungen'rous end;
And he who teaches men to think, though nobly,
Doth raise within their minds a busy judge
To scan his actions. Send thine agents forth,
And sound it in their ears how much Count Basil
Affects all difficult and desp'rate service,
To raise his fortunes by some daring stroke;
Having unto the emperor pledg'd his word,
To make his troops all dreadful hazards brave:
For which intent he fills their simple minds
With idle tales of glory and renown;
Using their warm attachment to himself
For most unworthy ends.
This is the busy time; go forth, my friend;
Mix with the soldiers, now in jolly groups
Around their ev'ning cups. There, spare no cost.
[Gives him a purse.]
Observe their words, see how the poison takes,
And then return again.
(III.ii)",2012-05-31,17702,"","""It matters not, though gen'rous in their nature, / They yet may serve a most ungen'rous end; / And he who teaches men to think, though nobly, / Doth raise within their minds a busy judge / To scan his actions.""",Court,2012-05-31 19:42:33 UTC,"Act III, scene ii"