work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5662,"","",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Now by the glowing cheek and heaving breast
Is expectation's sanguine wish express'd.--
Ah curb your headlong ardor! nor refuse
Patient to hear the precepts of the Muse.
Sooner shall noisy heat in rash dispute
The reasoning calm of placid sense confute;
Sooner the headlong rout's misguided rage
With the firm phalanx equal combat wage,
Than the warm youth, whom anxious hopes inflame,
Pursue the fleeting mark with steady aim.
By temperate thought your glowing passions cool,
And bow the swelling heart to reason's rule;
Else when the whirring pinion, as it flies,
Alarms your startled ear, and dazzled eyes,
Unguided by the cautious arm of care,
Your random bolts shall waste their force in air.
",,15125,•REVISIT. Lines are not easy to parse. ,The headlong rout's misguided rage may wage equal combat with the firm phalanx (of reasoning calms placid sense),"",2009-09-14 19:42:50 UTC,""
5662,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"What shall his fears invent, or how control
The generous ardor of the hero's soul?--
His mind to gentler thoughts he tries to move,
And conquer strong renown by stronger love.
The fairest maid of Lydia's glowing dames,
Whose beauteous form the manly youth inflames,
With eastern roses crown'd, is blushing led
In Hymeneal pomp, to Atys' bed.
To cares of empire, and to toils of fight,
Succeed the festal day, and genial night:
Soft Pleasure spreads around her blooming flow'rs,
And wanton Cupid leads the laughing hours.
",,15130, ,"""His mind to gentler thoughts he tries to move, / and conquer strong renown by stronger love""","",2009-09-14 19:42:50 UTC,""
5730,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC," 'Ah!' he cried,
'At that dear name my sear'd wound bleeds afresh.
''Tis music that would make a savage tame.
'It overwhelms, my soul, and my fond heart,
'Convuls'd at the sweet sound, recoils and faints.
'I have two souls (such impious sophistry
'Love teaches me) which, like two mighty Kings,
'Ever contending for the sov'reignty,
'Stir up sedition and revolt within me.
'While we converse together, and I feel
'Secret correction from the bolt of truth
'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides,
'Borne on the wings of reason to her throne.
'But when Panthea with the rebel sides,
'She comes with power not to be withstood,
'Contends with reason's self, and overturns
'The throne of her adopted. Once again
'My better soul, by revolution strange,
'Sits on her throne. O Cyrus, I am thine
'Yet wholly. To confound thy foes I fly
'With all the good-will of an honest heart,
'Which never feels itself so much at large
'As when it serves so generous a friend.'
",,15270,•I've included twice: in War and Government,"One may have two souls ""which, like two mighty Kings, / 'Ever contending for the sov'reignty, / 'Stir up sedition and revolt within""","",2009-09-14 19:43:12 UTC,""
5729,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Mean-time the ball
Returning monthly drew her to the town.
A stranger saw her, and she won his heart.
He gain'd access, and led her to the dance.
An officer he was, and she was pleas'd
To win a hero. Many a flatt'ring speech
He made, and sooth'd her too-attentive ear.
For he had heard of Elmer's wealth and age,
And knew Ophelia was an only niece.
He too was poor. The gamester's rattling box
And the dear pleasures of a tawdry miss
Had left him nothing. With a soldier's care
He plan'd the conquest of Ophelia's heart
And won it. With reluctance she withdrew
To Elmer's lonely house, disgusted more
At solitude and him.
",,15279,"","""With a soldier's care / He plan'd the conquest of Ophelia's heart/ and won it""","",2009-09-14 19:43:14 UTC,""
5730,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-10 00:00:00 UTC,"She said, and cloth'd him in the splendid suit,
Tears of affection trickling from her eye.
She strove to hide them, but the hero saw,
And full of pity spoke. 'Why weeps my love?
'Be comforted, and let me kiss away
'Those graceful drops. Be cheerful, gentle heart.
'Oh! why so sad? I pray thee, weep no more,
'Thy tears unman me, and my conquer'd heart
'Has nothing noble or aspiring in it.'
",,15280,"","""[M]y conquer'd heart / 'Has nothing noble or aspiring in it""","",2009-09-14 19:43:14 UTC,""