work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4341,"",Searching in HDIS (Prose),2004-11-10 00:00:00 UTC,"The Character of Myrtano; writ byIdalia, and found afterwards in her Closet.
Bright, lovely, graceful, are all Words below
What to Myrtano's Character we owe:
Divinely glorious! Godlike! speaks but Part!
He yet has Charms which nearer touch the Heart!
These, awful Wonder, and our Homage claim,
But there's a Sweetness Language cannot name:
A Soul-enchanting Softness (far above
The Reach of Thought, unknowing him to prove)
Dwells in his Air, amidst his Glories plays,
And tempers, not diminishes the Blaze.
HERE Fancy stoops to court the Aid of Sense,
Unable to conceive such Excellence!
Imagination may a Form create,
Correctly Lovely, and supremely Great;
But, Oh! how mean would that Idea be,
To what, indeed, is to be found in Thee!
Joy-mingled Wonder kindles at thy Sight,
And clothes our Admiration with Delight.
AS Tapers languish at th' Approach of Day,
And by degrees melt slow their Shine away;
A while they glimmer with contracted Spires,
Trembling, unable to relax their Fires:
But when the Sun's broad Eye is open'd wide,
And Beams, thick flashing, shoot on every Side;
No more their emulative Force they try,
But quite o'erwhelm'd with Radiance sink, and die;
So those pale Lights, whose Glare late shar'd our Praise,
Are wholly lost in thy Almighty Blaze.
Eraz'd and blotted from the Book of Fame,
Her thousand Tongues swell with thy charmful Name:
No other Sound now strikes our ravish'd Ears,
No other Form in our glad View appears;
So fully o'er the Soul thy Influence reigns,
That not one Rebel-Thought thy Sway disdains.
(46)",,11373,"•I've included five times: Candle, Erasing, Blotting, Rule of lover, Rebel.","""AS Tapers languish at th' Approach of Day,"" and as the ""Book of Fame"" may be ""Eraz'd and blotted,"" ""So fully o'er the Soul may a lover's Influence reign, ""That not one Rebel-Thought [its] Sway disdains""","",2009-09-14 19:35:50 UTC,Inset poem
4374,"","Searching ""blot"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Prose); found again ""blot"" and ""memory""",2005-03-24 00:00:00 UTC,"What now could this unhappy Lady do? She was in a Place where she was entirely unacquinted, tho' that she was so, was the only Consolation she had; she had no means of providing for herself and little Family, and when the Charges of her Journey were defrayed, had scarce any Money remaining--No Condition sure was ever so calamitous as her's--Her Spirits had doubtless sunk beneath the weight of Sorrow, which oppress'd her, if the Vigour of her Care for her dear Child had not kept them up. --Something must be thought on for the procuring for him the Necessaries of Life, whatever should become of herself--and thinking nothing too much to do for him, she threw off the fine Lady, endeavour'd to forget whose Daughter she was, and the Hopes she was bred to, and submitted to the meanest, and most servile Offices for Bread. --She took a little Lodging in the cheapest part of the Town, and leaving her Nurse at home to take Care of that which was much dearer to her than all other Consideration, she went every Day to a Convent in that City; where doing Services for the Nuns in the manner of an Out or Lay-Sister, she made a shift to get as much as maintain'd them, tho' in a manner which none who had known her before these Misfortunes came upon her, could have believ'd she could have liv'd to endure. But what will not Love enable one to go through! what Difficulties are so great but Inclination can surmount! She condescended to every thing with Chearfulness, for the sake of Victorinus; and while she fed her longing Eyes with gazing on his Infant-Charms, and clasped the lovely Innocent in her Arms, she thought herself not wretched; and passing all the Night in that sweet Employment, forgot the Hardships of the Day. In spite of the real Coldness with which she had been treated byEmilius, and the monstrous Ingratitude and Baseness she had been made to believe him guilty of, her Soul still confess'd the Graces of his Person; his Image was too deeply impress'd in her Mind, ever to banish it thence, tho' effac'd and blotted by the Memory of his Crimes. The littleVictorinus had Features so perfectly resembling his, that there wanted but Age to make them appear the same; and this Likeness not a little added to the Fondness she otherwise had for him. All the Passion she once had for the Father, was now transmitted to the Son; which join'd to the soft Care which all who are Mothers feel, rais'd her's to the most elevated Pitch that Humanity is capable of being inspir'd with.
(pp. 93-4)",,11489,•I've included twice: Blot and Banish,"""[H]is Image was too deeply impress'd in her Mind, ever to banish it thence, tho' effac'd and blotted by the Memory of his Crimes""","",2009-09-14 19:35:57 UTC,Part 2