work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5393,"",Reading,2003-07-24 00:00:00 UTC,"Delusive wish was on the wing,
With phantoms fair to cheat;
Inviting views from fancy spring,
And aid the soft deceit.
But ah! what hideous forms succeed,
To chill my panting heart!
My doom I felt at once decreed!
Swift flew the killing dart:
When from Philander's lips I heard
A nymph divinely fair
Employed each thought, her smiles reward
With joy each tender care.
Then dwelling on the dire event,
He poured forth all his mind:
Expressed, in full, his fond content,
And when the fair was kind.
(ll. 33-49, p. 298)",,14481,"","The mind may be ""poured forth""","",2009-09-14 19:41:00 UTC,""
5397,"",HDIS,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"God of my life! and author of my days!
Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise;
And trembling, take upon a mortal tongue
That hallowed name to harps of seraphs sung.
Yet here the brightest seraphs could no more
Than veil their faces, tremble, and adore.
Worms, angels, men, in every different sphere
Are equal all,--for all are nothing here.
All nature faints beneath the mighty name,
Which nature's works though all their parts proclaim.
I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul,
And breathe an awful stillness through my soul;
As by a charm, the waves of grief subside;
Impetuous Passion stops her headlong tide:
At thy felt presence all emotions cease,
And my hushed spirit finds a sudden peace,
Till every worldly thought within me dies,
And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes;
Till all my sense is lost in infinite,
And one vast object fills my aching sight.
(ll. 1-20, pp. 41-2)",,14504,"","An awful stillness may be breathed through the soul that, ""As by a charm"" causes ""the waves of grief to subside"" and stops the ""headlong Tide"" of ""Impetuous Passion""","",2009-09-14 19:41:04 UTC,""
6794,"",Reading,2011-02-09 05:47:44 UTC,"Fancy might now her silken pinions try
To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high;
From Tithon's bed now might Aurora rise,
Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,
While a pure stream of light o'erflows the skies.
The monarch of the day I might behold,
And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold,
But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,
Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;
Winter austere forbids me to aspire,
And northern tempests damp the rising fire;
They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea,
Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.
(ll. 41-53)",,18127,"","""Winter austere forbids me to aspire, / And northern tempests damp the rising fire; / They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea, / Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.""","",2011-02-09 05:47:44 UTC,""
6943,"",Reading,2011-06-16 20:27:40 UTC,"No passion raging like the roaring main,
But calm and gentle as a summer sea,
Meek Modesty and Virtue in his train,
What Friendfhip ought, true Love appear'd to be.
(p. 153)",,18706,"","""No passion raging like the roaring main, / But calm and gentle as a summer sea.""","",2011-06-16 20:27:40 UTC,""
6966,"",Reading,2011-06-23 16:53:22 UTC,"WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON THE SEA-SHORE
Thou restless fluctuating Deep,
Expressive of the human Mind,
In thy for ever varying Form,
My own inconstant Self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful Waves,
In just Gradations to the Shore:
While on thy Brow, unclouded shines
The Regent of the midnight Hour.
Blest Emblem of that equal State,
Which I this Moment feel within:
Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls,
And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing Tide,
Their Light the trembling Moon-Beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's Image smiles,
And gayly brightens all my Heart.
But ah! this flatt'ring Scene of Peace,
By neither can be long possest,
When Eurus breaks thy transient Calm,
And rising Sorrows shake my Breast.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's Silver Ray
When Clouds opposing intervene:
And ev'ry Joy that Friendship gives
Shall fade beneath the Gloom of Spleen.
(pp. 38-9)",,18782,Meta-metaphorical? -- The ocean is expressive of the mind. ,"""Thou restless fluctuating Deep, / Expressive of the human Mind, / In thy for ever varying Form, / My own inconstant Self I find.""","",2011-06-23 16:53:44 UTC,I've included the entire poem
6966,"",Reading,2011-06-23 16:55:27 UTC,"WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON THE SEA-SHORE
Thou restless fluctuating Deep,
Expressive of the human Mind,
In thy for ever varying Form,
My own inconstant Self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful Waves,
In just Gradations to the Shore:
While on thy Brow, unclouded shines
The Regent of the midnight Hour.
Blest Emblem of that equal State,
Which I this Moment feel within:
Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls,
And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing Tide,
Their Light the trembling Moon-Beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's Image smiles,
And gayly brightens all my Heart.
But ah! this flatt'ring Scene of Peace,
By neither can be long possest,
When Eurus breaks thy transient Calm,
And rising Sorrows shake my Breast.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's Silver Ray
When Clouds opposing intervene:
And ev'ry Joy that Friendship gives
Shall fade beneath the Gloom of Spleen.
(pp. 38-9)",,18783,Meta-metaphorical: emblem,"""Blest Emblem of that equal State, / Which I this Moment feel within: / Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls, / And all is placid and serene.""","",2011-06-23 16:55:27 UTC,I've included the entire poem
6976,"",Reading,2011-06-23 20:21:15 UTC,"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd,
And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas,
By his unerring guidance safely led,
Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace.
(p. 69)",,18803,"","""Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace.""","",2011-06-23 20:21:15 UTC,""
7629,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-19 03:29:06 UTC,"Does not our self-love sometimes suppose merits where we bestow our favours, in order to heighten our own pleasure in the act of benevolence?--I am not at leisure now to investigate the philosophy of this idea, but I am persuaded that we are generally more strongly attached to those we have obliged, than even to those who have obliged us.--Is it not usury then to expect gratitude? Not that I wou'd encourage the modern philosophy, which reduces all virtue to self-interest; for if I may hazard an unborrowed simile, the liberal mind may be compared to the Nile, which enriches the soil, from its own abundance, without requiring any return.
(I, pp. 83-4)",,22414,META-METAPHORICAL,"""Not that I wou'd encourage the modern philosophy, which reduces all virtue to self-interest; for if I may hazard an unborrowed simile, the liberal mind may be compared to the Nile, which enriches the soil, from its own abundance, without requiring any return.""","",2013-08-19 03:29:06 UTC,""
7738,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-10-16 17:11:36 UTC,"But in speaking of the usefulness of the passions, as instruments of virtue, envy and lying must always be excepted: these, I am persuaded, must either go on in still progressive mischief, or else be radically cured, before any good can be expected from the heart which has been infected with them. For I never will believe that envy, though passed through all the moral strainers, can be refined into a virtuous emulation, or lying improved into an agreeable turn for innocent invention. Almost all the other passions may be made to take an amiable hue; but these two must either be totally extirpated, or be always contented to preserve their original deformity, and to wear their native black.
(pp. 156-7)",,23020,INTEREST,"""For I never will believe that envy, though passed through all the moral strainers, can be refined into a virtuous emulation, or lying improved into an agreeable turn for innocent invention.""","",2013-10-16 17:11:36 UTC,Thoughts on the Cultivation of the Heart and Temper in the Education of Daughters
5404,"",Reading; text from ECCO-TCP.,2014-03-08 17:30:32 UTC,"But if thou com'st with frown austere
To nurse the brood of care and fear;
To bid our sweetest passions die,
And leave us in their room a sigh;
Or if thine aspect stern have power
To wither each poor transient flower,
That cheers the pilgrimage of woe,
And dry the springs whence hope should flow;
WISDOM, thine empire I disclaim,
Thou empty boast of pompous name!
In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell,
But never haunt my chearful cell.
Hail to pleasure's frolic train;
Hail to fancy's golden reign;
Festive mirth, and laughter wild,
Free and sportful as the child;
Hope with eager sparkling eyes,
And easy faith, and fond surprise:
Let these, in fairy colours drest,
Forever share my careless breast;
Then, tho' wise I may not be,
The wise themselves shall envy me.
(pp. 57-8)",,23517,"","""But if thou com'st with frown austere / To nurse the brood of care and fear; / To bid our sweetest passions die, / And leave us in their room a sigh; / Or if thine aspect stern have power / To wither each poor transient flower, / That cheers the pilgrimage of woe, / And dry the springs whence hope should flow; / WISDOM, thine empire I disclaim, / Thou empty boast of pompous name!""",Animals and Empire,2014-03-08 17:30:32 UTC,""