work_id,theme,id,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,created_at,context,comments,text,reviewed_on,provenance
5581,"",14900,"""Yet when he bawl'd for sense, he bawl'd, I wot, / For furniture the head had never got.""","",2014-03-03 19:36:25 UTC,2006-01-24 00:00:00 UTC,"",""," His portrait by some famous hand was done,
And then exhibited at the Salon--
At once a courtly critic criticises--
'Where is the brilliant eye, the charming grace,
The sense profound that marks the royal face;
The soul of Lewis, that so very wise is?'
Yet when he bawl'd for sense, he bawl'd, I wot,
For furniture the head had never got.
Reader, believe me that this gentleman
Was form'd on nature's very homely plan.--
Clumsy in legs and shoulders, head and gullet,
His mouth abroad in seeming wonder lost,
As if its meaning had given up the ghost:
His eye far duller than a leaden bullet;
Nature so slighting the poor royal nob,
As if she bargain'd for it by the job.
(cf. pp. 34-5 in 1787, 5th ed.)",2012-06-27,"Searching ""furniture"" and ""head"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO."
5647,"",15094,"""Thus a large dumpling to its cell confin'd / (A very apt allusion to my mind).""",Rooms,2014-03-03 18:19:21 UTC,2005-03-26 00:00:00 UTC,Canto I,"•Wolcot here uses a metaphor of mind with self awareness INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY?
•I've included twice: Dumpling and Cell"," What dire emotions shook the Monarch's soul!
Just like two billiard balls his eyes 'gan roll,
Whilst anger all his royal heart possess'd,
That, swelling, wildly bump'd against his breast,
Bounc'd at his ribs with all its might so stout,
As resolutely bent on jumping out,
T'avenge, with all its pow'rs the dire disgrace,
And nobly spit in the offender's face.
Thus a large dumpling to its cell confin'd
(A very apt allusion to my mind),
Lies snug, until the water waxeth hot,
Then bustles 'midst the tempest of the pot:
In vain!--the lid keeps down the child of dough,
That bouncing, tumbling, sweating, rolls below.
(pp. 11-2 in 1785 edition)",2012-06-27,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.
5843,"",15572,"""PETER taketh a Survey of the Furniture of their Heads.""","",2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,2006-01-24 00:00:00 UTC,"","","Peter, with his poetical Broomstick, belaboureth foreign Tyrants.--Taketh the Part of the oppressed Poor.--Asketh Tyrants knotty and puzzling Questions.--Giveth a Speech of Cato.--Peter seriously informeth them that they are not like the Lord.--Peter taketh a Survey of the Furniture of their Heads.--Peter solemnly declareth that the Million doth not like to be ridden. --Giveth an insolent Speech of Tyrants, and calleth them Highwaymen.--The Taylor and the Satin Breeches.--The Shoemaker and the Shoes.--Peter lamenteth that there should besome who think it a Sin to resist Tyrants.-- Adviseth them to read Æsop's Fables.
Who, and what are ye, sceptred bullies?--speak,
That millions to your will must bow the neck,
And, ox-like, meanly take the galling yoke?
Philosophers your ignorance despise;
Ev'n Folly, laughing, lifts her maudlin eyes,
And freely on your wisdoms cracks her joke.
(p. 34)",,"Searching ""furniture"" and ""head"" in HDIS (Poetry)"
6183,"",16360,"""But let me give his m*****y a hint, / Fresh from my brain's prolific mint.""",Coinage,2014-03-03 18:05:57 UTC,2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","","
But let me give his m*****y a hint,
Fresh from my brain's prolific mint--
Suppose we Amateurs should, in a fury,
Just take it in our John-Bull heads to say
(And lo! 'tis very probable we may)--
'We will have oratorios at Drury?'
",2007-04-26,"Searching ""brain"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO."
7287,"",19845,"""Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly, / While boldly entering from their beastly stye, / The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!",Beasts,2012-07-03 16:40:35 UTC,2012-07-03 16:40:09 UTC,"","","In birth the public sees no kind of merit!
Think of the present equalizing spirit!
Amidst the populace how rank it springs!
Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly,
While boldly entering from their beastly stye,
The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!
(p. 12)",,Searching in HDIS (Poetry)
7828,Meta-metaphorical,23437,""Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read! / What though no bigger than a button hole, / Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!""",Rooms,2014-03-03 18:32:22 UTC,2014-03-03 18:32:22 UTC,"Searching ""soul"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry); again ""bosom;"" confirmed in ECCO.","Was assigned to title that goes with first canto. Deleted, reassigned.","Now on the band of ladies star'd the cooks,
And seem'd to show hair-ruin in their looks.
Great is the eloquence of eyes indeed--
Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read!
What though no bigger than a button hole,
Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!
The bosom's joy, and grief, and hope, and fear,
In lively colours are depicted here!
(cf. pp. 4-5 in 1792 edition)",2014-03-03,""