work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4011,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Congreve to ev'ry Theme does Beauty give,
His fair Almeria will for ever live.
Homer looks great in his rich English Dress;
So well he Priam's Sorrow does express,
That I with him for valiant Hector grieve;
His Suff'rings on my Mind a deep Impression leave.
With sad Andromache a part I bear,
With her in all her Lamentations share:
With Hecuba bewail a darling Son,
Who for his Country glorious Things had done:
His Country, which its Prop thus snatch'd away,
She knew must to the Græcians fall a Prey;
And she with all her House must foreign Lords obey.",2004-06-10,10396,"","""His Suff'rings on my Mind a deep Impression leave.""",Impressions,2011-06-06 03:10:16 UTC,""
4012,Physiognomy?,"Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Lar.
Yes, I will tell you; my unweary'd Tongue,
Speaking of him, can ne'er think Ages long.
Daphne, you know what time the lovely Swain,
With his Blest Flocks, has grac'd our happy Plain:
From the first Hour, he did obliging prove;
(I little thought, to pay him back in Love)
He within bounds, my wandring Lambs would keep,
When I was weary, gladly Fold my Sheep.
And as I rested, in the verdant Shade,
On oaten Reeds melodious Airs he play'd.
The listning Shepherds not far distant stand,
Pleas'd, and yet envying that dear skilful Hand:
Not Pan's immortal Pipe, could more Inspire,
Or glad the Plains, than my Exalis Lyre.
It Joy'd all Hearts, to mine did Fatal prove,
And taught my listning Soul, the way to Love.
On a fresh Bank, by a clear Fountain side,
(Where Flora smil'd with gaudy vernal Pride.
Phoebus was gone, to Thetis yielding Arms,
But Luna left her Dear, Endymion's Charms;
Smil'd o'er the Grove, scarce Day it self more Bright,
And thro' the Boughs, sprinkled the Shade with Light.)
There with gay Innocence, supine we sate,
Hear'd injur'd Philomel her Wrongs relate,
But no forwarning Bird told my approaching Fate.
Then as I lean'd on the enamel'd Ground,
I cropt the fragrant Flowers all around;
The various Colours, artfully I plac'd,
And with them pleas'd Exalis Bosom dress'd.
To him a Crook and Beachen bowl I gave,
(Did with my careful Hand the last Ingrave,)
One side, with various Silvan Nymphs, I grac'd,
And on the other Pan and Flora plac'd.
Take these, said I; for all the generous Care,
In which, so oft, my Flocks and I did share;
And when I die, Exalis take them too,
Tho' lost to me, they'll Joy to be with you;
Like me, they'r wonted to your gentle Call;
I only grieve their number is so small.
He smil'd to hear the tender things I said,
While grateful looks his pleasing Answers made;
And then half Blushing on his Musick play'd,
List'ning; that dear undoing Face I view'd,
To catch each Smile, which kindly was bestow'd.
But Oh! too long, too long I gazeing sate;
My Soul, with softning Airs, prepar'd by Fate,
Took the Impression of that charming Face,
Which, Smiling, darted Glory round the Place:
A thousand Loves in amorous Fires drest,
With one dear look pierc'd my too ready Breast:
I thought Heaven's Brightness in those radiant Eyes,
And blusht, and fainted at the soft surprize;
Yet hop'd the mighty Transport would be o'er,
And the gay Youth but please as heretofore:
But oh! you may as soon yon Mountain move,
As raze out the immortal Characters of Love.",,10397,"","""My Soul, with softning Airs, prepar'd by Fate, / Took the Impression of that charming Face,""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC,""
4517,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Sometimes we more exalting Joys pursue,
And Pleasures charm us in a diff'rent View.
One beauteous Form has struck upon the Mind,
A sweet Impression, casual, or design'd.
To one fix'd Centre all our Wishes move,
And the transported Heart rebounds with Love.
In that fond Passion we expect to meet
A full Content, a Happiness complete.
Then, with glad Toil and with incessant Care,
We strive to gain what seems so wond'rous fair.
Whilst the dear Object, we most highly prize,
Rejects our Vows, and mocks our promis'd Joys.
And sure we can no greater Torment prove,
Than cold Disdain repaid for constant Love.",,11857,"","""One beauteous Form has struck upon the Mind, / A sweet Impression, casual, or design'd.""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:36:19 UTC,""
4518,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Think it not strange, that I profess a Love
To one so finish'd, and so form'd to move:
In my fond Heart a tender Friendship grew,
Ere yet I could your pleasing Image view:
The deep Impression in my Soul was made,
When first I listen'd in the Jess'min Shade;
I mark'd the graceful Musick of your Tongue,
And on your Words my whole Attention hung.
So ripe a Judgment, such a Flow of Wit,
So much Discretion too commanding it,
In one so young, till now I never knew:
What Praise what Honour to such Worth is due?
Each flying Hour does unknown Charms unbind,
And opens more the Beauties of your Mind.
Your Conversation gives a solid Joy,
Which Absence will too cruelly destroy:
For Scenes of Happiness are always short,
And we in vain the fleeting Pleasure court.
Since adverse Fortune hurries you away,
And I in vain must wish your longer Stay,
Allow me thus my new Distress to paint,
Nor be offended at the kind Complaint.",2011-06-05,11858,"","""The deep Impression in my Soul was made, / When first I listen'd in the Jess'min Shade.""",Impressions,2011-06-06 03:15:43 UTC,""
4589,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again reading",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"The wounded Hebrew for the virgin sigh'd,
And felt a growing passion yet untry'd:
Her lovely image, on his mind impress'd,
Had fix'd her empire in his yielding breast.
But oh! what anguish did his soul invade,
When he was told, the lov'd enchanting maid
At Isis holy shrine devoutly bow'd,
A virgin priestess to the goddess vow'd?
This, this, he cry'd, must all my hopes confound,
Helpless my grief, incurable my wound!
",2011-07-19,12089,"","""Her lovely image, on his mind impress'd, / Had fix'd her empire in his yielding breast.""",Empire and Impressions,2013-06-16 19:45:11 UTC,""
4589,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""thought""",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"A generous captain, chief of Pharaoh's bands,
Admiring much the graceful captive, stands,
Then gives the Midianites their full demands.
A sudden friendship in his breast he finds,
Experienc'd only by unvulgar minds:
Some heav'nly being had prepar'd his thought,
And on his heart the kind impression wrought",,12100,"","""Some heav'nly being had prepar'd his thought, / And on his heart the kind impression wrought.""",Impressions,2013-06-16 19:47:05 UTC,""
4589,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"When Reuben, who the barbarous fact disclaim'd,
In these sad terms their former malice blam'd;
Would heav'n your flowing tears might wash away
The bloody stains of that detested day;
Its horror, with eternal grief, I trace;
The soft impression of my brothers face,
Dwells on my heart, the tragick scene I view,
The mournful object is for ever new.
Methinks I see the anguish, the surprize,
The melting sorrow in his lovely eyes,
While kneeling, pleading all the tender claims
Of kindred blood, he singly call'd your names,
And one by one invok'd--what power I had
Was all employ'd, to save the guiltless lad.
His filial love, and goodness free from art,
Touch'd every tender motion in my heart,
When for his drooping father's hoary age
He try'd your soft compassion to engage:
I hear his cries, while round his suppliant hands,
Without remorse you ty'd the cruel bands;
My soul is wounded with the farewel groan,
When to the yawning pit, you forc'd him down.",,12101,"","""The soft impression of my brothers face, / Dwells on my heart.""",Impressions,2013-06-16 19:47:21 UTC,""
4639,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Transporting thought! how shall I speak my joy?
In what gay figures paint the ecstasy?
O may'st thou reign exalted and ador'd,
Ador'd on earth as in the highest heav'n!
With all the shouting myriads round thy throne
I join my grateful voice--Ye glitt'ring crowds,
Receive a mortal militant below
To your triumphant choir; with you I'll bless
My great Redeemer's name--transporting name!
'Tis graven on my heart, 'tis deep imprest,
Immortal is the stamp; nor life, nor death,
Nor hell, with all its pow'rs, shall blot it thence.
",2011-06-05,12216,"•I've included thrice: Impression, Stamp, Blot","""My great Redeemer's name--transporting name! / 'Tis graven on my heart, 'tis deep imprest, / Immortal is the stamp; nor life, nor death, / Nor hell, with all its pow'rs, shall blot it thence.""",Impressions and Writing,2011-06-06 03:19:52 UTC,""
4647,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"O set me as a signal on thy heart!
And let the deep impression ne'er depart.
O let me ne'er by thee abandon'd prove!
I were undone, if thou shouldst change thy love;
I could no greater mis'ry undergo,
'Twere hell itself, the blackest hell of woe!
My hopes, my joys are plac'd in thee alone,
Robb'd of thy smiles and favour, all were gone.
My life, my happiness depends on thee,
Without thee, what were all the world to me?
I should detest the light and vital air,
And waste my days in sorrow and despair.
Forgive my fears, the sure effect of love,
Its mighty force and violence they prove.
The thoughts of losing thee I cannot bear,
Less cruel death, than that tormenting fear;
It blasts my blooming joys, disturbs my rest,
And fills, with deep anxiety, my breast:
That thou mayst once my wretched soul desert,
This cruel doubt wounds my desponding heart.",2011-06-05,12227,"•INTEREST. Signal for sign or signet?
•Cross-reference Rowe's ""Paraphrase on Canticles""","""O set me as a signal on thy heart! / And let the deep impression ne'er depart.""",Impression,2011-06-06 03:20:50 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4648,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"O be thy interest safe, thy cause secure!
Whatever clouds hang on my future hours
I pass them all, thy sacred will be done!
I am of no importance to my self,
Be thou alone exalted! All my soul
Bows to thy grandeur, offers ev'ry thought
Of love and honour, friendship and esteem
To thee; whatever kind impression's rais'd
In any heart for me, let it be thine!
",,12228,"","""To thee; whatever kind impression's rais'd / In any heart for me, let it be thine!""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:36:44 UTC,Devout Soliloquies. In Blank Verse.