work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:48:02 UTC,"Or, greatly daring in his Country's cause,
Whose heaven-taught soul the aweful plan design'd,
Whence Power stood trembling at the voice of Laws,
Whence soar'd on Freedom's wing th'ethereal mind.
(p. 3)",,18813,"","""Or, greatly daring in his Country's cause, / Whose heaven-taught soul the aweful plan design'd, / Whence Power stood trembling at the voice of Laws, / Whence soar'd on Freedom's wing th'ethereal mind.""",Beasts,2011-06-25 03:48:02 UTC,""
6982,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-06-25 03:49:44 UTC,"""Warm in the raptures of divine desire,
""Burst the soft chain that curbs th'aspiring mind;
""And fly, where Victory, born on wings of fire,
""Waves her red banner to the rattling wind.
(p. 13)",,18814,"","""Warm in the raptures of divine desire, / Burst the soft chain that curbs th'aspiring mind.""",Fetters,2011-06-25 03:49:44 UTC,""
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:52:06 UTC,"""Let those, whose arts to fatal paths betray,
""The soul with passion's gloom tempestuous blind,
""And snatch from Reason's ken th'auspicious ray
""Truth darts from Heaven to guide th'exploring mind.
(p. 15)",,18815,"","""Let those, whose arts to fatal paths betray, / The soul with passion's gloom tempestuous blind, / And snatch from Reason's ken th'auspicious ray / Truth darts from Heaven to guide th'exploring mind.""","",2011-06-25 03:52:06 UTC,""
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:55:41 UTC,"""Sincere th'unalter'd bliss her charms impart,
""Sedate th'enlivening ardors they inspire;
""She bids no transient rapture thrill the heart,
""She wakes no feverish gust of fierce desire.
""Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way,
""All to the storm th'unfetter'd sail devolve;
""Man more unwise resigns the mental sway,
""Born headlong on by passion's keen resolve.
""While storms remote but murmur on thine ear,
""Nor waves in ruinous uproar round thee roll,
""Yet yet a moment check thy prone career,
""And curb the keen resolve that prompts thy soul.
(pp. 15-6)",,18816,"","""""Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way, / All to the storm th'unfetter'd sail devolve; / Man more unwise resigns the mental sway, / Born headlong on by passion's keen resolve.""","",2011-06-25 03:55:41 UTC,""
7501,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:54:15 UTC,"Still shall unthinking man substantial deem
The forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?
On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,
Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?
Till at Death's touch the fairy visions fly,
And real scenes rush dismal on the eye;
And from Elysium's balmy slumber torn
The startled soul awakes, to think, and mourn.
(p. 49, ll. 1-8; cf. p. 40 in 1760 ed.)",,21415,"","""On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays, / Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?""","",2014-03-10 21:48:43 UTC,""
7501,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:55:06 UTC,"Mild, as the strains, that, at the close of day,
Warbling remote, along the vales decay!---
Yet, why with these compared? What tints so fine,
What sweetness, mildness, can be match'd with thine?
Why roam abroad? Since still, to Fancy's eyes,
I see, I see thy lovely form arise.
Still let me gaze, and every care beguile,
Gaze on that cheek, where all the Graces smile;
That soul-expressing eye, benignly bright,
Where meekness beams ineffable delight;
That brow, where Wisdom sits enthroned serene,
Each feature forms, and dignifies the mien:
Still let me listen, while her words impart
The sweet effusions of the blameless heart,
Till all my soul, each tumult charm'd away,
Yields, gently led, to Virtue's easy sway.
(p. 50, ll. 27-42; cf. p. 42 in 1760 ed.)",,21416,"","""Why roam abroad? Since still, to Fancy's eyes, / I see, I see thy lovely form arise.""","",2014-03-10 21:56:35 UTC,""
7501,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-02 15:57:25 UTC,"All cold the hand, that soothed Woe's weary head!
And quench'd the eye, the pitying tear that shed!
And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole,
Infusing balm, into the rankled soul!
O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power,
And spare the idle weed, yet lop the flower!
Why fly thy shafts in lawless error driven!
Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven!---
But peace, bold thought! be still my bursting heart!
We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart.
Scaped the dark dungeon does the slave complain,
Nor bless the hand that broke the galling chain?
Say, pines not Virtue for the lingering morn,
On this dark wild condemn'd to roam forlorn?
Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow,
O'er the dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw?
Disclosing dubious to th' affrighted eye
O'erwhelming mountains tottering from on high,
Black billowy seas in storm perpetual toss'd,
And weary ways in wildering labyrinths lost.
O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay,
Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day,
And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar,
Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more.
(p. 51, ll. 63-85)",,21417,"","""Say, pines not Virtue for the lingering morn, / On this dark wild condemn'd to roam forlorn? / Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow, / O'er the dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw? / Disclosing dubious to th' affrighted eye / O'erwhelming mountains tottering from on high, / Black billowy seas in storm perpetual toss'd, / And weary ways in wildering labyrinths lost.""","",2013-07-02 16:00:04 UTC,""
7501,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:59:15 UTC,"All cold the hand, that soothed Woe's weary head!
And quench'd the eye, the pitying tear that shed!
And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole,
Infusing balm, into the rankled soul!
O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power,
And spare the idle weed, yet lop the flower!
Why fly thy shafts in lawless error driven!
Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven!---
But peace, bold thought! be still my bursting heart!
We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart.
Scaped the dark dungeon does the slave complain,
Nor bless the hand that broke the galling chain?
Say, pines not Virtue for the lingering morn,
On this dark wild condemn'd to roam forlorn?
Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow,
O'er the dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw?
Disclosing dubious to th' affrighted eye
O'erwhelming mountains tottering from on high,
Black billowy seas in storm perpetual toss'd,
And weary ways in wildering labyrinths lost.
O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay,
Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day,
And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar,
Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more.
(p. 51, ll. 63-85)",,21418,"","""O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay, / Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day, / And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar, / Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more.""","",2014-03-10 22:02:26 UTC,""
7502,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 16:03:30 UTC,"I. 2.
Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye
Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind,
The sable bands combined,
Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky,
Appall'd retire. Suspicion hides her head,
Nor dares th' obliquely gleaming eyeball raise;
Despair, with gorgon-figured veil o'erspread,
Speeds to dark Phlegethon's detested maze.
(p. 53, ll. 13-20; cf. p. 16 in 1760 ed.)",,21419,"","""Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye / Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind, / The sable bands combined, / Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky, / Appall'd retire.""","",2014-03-11 02:29:46 UTC,""
7502,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-02 16:05:20 UTC,"II. 1.
When first on Childhood's eager gaze
Life's varied landscape, stretch'd immense around,
Starts out of night profound,
Thy voice incites to tempt th' untrodden maze.
Fond he surveys thy mild maternal face,
His bashful eye still kindling as he views,
And, while thy lenient arm supports his pace,
With beating heart the upland path pursues:
The path that leads, where, hung sublime,
And seen afar, youth's gallant trophies, bright
In Fancy's rainbow ray, invite
His wingy nerves to climb.
(pp. 54-5, ll. 42-53)",,21420,"","""Fond he surveys thy mild maternal face, / His bashful eye still kindling as he views, / And, while thy lenient arm supports his pace, / With beating heart the upland path pursues: / The path that leads, where, hung sublime, / And seen afar, youth's gallant trophies, bright / In Fancy's rainbow ray, invite / His wingy nerves to climb.""","",2013-07-02 16:05:20 UTC,""