updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:42:35 UTC,15032,"So charm the News; but we, who far from town
Wait till the postman brings the packet down,
Once in the week, a vacant day behold,
And stay for tidings, till they're three days old:
That day arrives; no welcome post appears,
But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears:
We meet, but ah! without our wonted smile,
To talk of headachs, and complain of bile;
Sullen we ponder o'er a dull repast,
Nor feast the body while the mind must fast.
A master-passion is the love of news,
Not music so commands, nor so the Muse:
Give poets claret, they grow idle soon;
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune;
But the sick mind, of this disease possess'd,
Flies from all cure, and sickens when at rest.
","",The body may feast while the mind may fast,5618,,"Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2009-09-14 19:42:35 UTC,15034,"So charm the News; but we, who far from town
Wait till the postman brings the packet down,
Once in the week, a vacant day behold,
And stay for tidings, till they're three days old:
That day arrives; no welcome post appears,
But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears:
We meet, but ah! without our wonted smile,
To talk of headachs, and complain of bile;
Sullen we ponder o'er a dull repast,
Nor feast the body while the mind must fast.
A master-passion is the love of news,
Not music so commands, nor so the Muse:
Give poets claret, they grow idle soon;
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune;
But the sick mind, of this disease possess'd,
Flies from all cure, and sickens when at rest.
",Ruling passion,The mind may be diseased,5618,,"Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2009-09-14 19:42:55 UTC,15160,"How peaceable and solemn a retreat
This wood affords! I love to quit the glare
Of sultry day for shadows cool as these:
The sober twilight of this winding way
Lets fall a serious gloom upon the mind,
Which checks, but not appals. Such is the haunt
Religion loves, a meek and humble maid,
Whose tender eye bears not the blaze of day.
And here with Meditation hand in hand
She walks, and feels her often-wounded heart
Renew'd and heal'd. Speak softly. We presume
A whisper is too loud for solitude
So mute and still.
","","The heart may be ""often-wounded,"" ""Renew'd and heal'd""",5685,,Searching HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,
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2009-09-14 19:45:58 UTC,16181,"But grant him this and all such life can give,
For other prospects he begins to live;
Begins to feel that man was form'd to look
And long for other objects than a book:
In his mind's eye his house and glebe he sees,
And farms and talks with farmers at his ease;
And time is lost, till fortune sends him forth
To a rude world unconscious of his worth;
There in some petty parish to reside,
The college-boast, then turn'd the village guide:
And though awhile his flock and dairy please,
He soon reverts to former joys and ease,
Glad when a friend shall come to break his rest,
And speak of all the pleasures they possess'd,
Of masters, fellows, tutors, all with whom
They shared those pleasures, never more to come;
Till both conceive the times by bliss endear'd,
Which once so dismal and so dull appear'd.","","""In his mind's eye his house and glebe he sees, / And farms and talks with farmers at his ease;""",6094,,"Searching ""mind"" and ""eye"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-04-17 00:00:00 UTC,"",Letter XXIV. Schools,Eye
2009-09-14 19:46:56 UTC,16464,"""Nay, think! the night he died--the very night!""--
""'T is very true, and so perchance he might,
""But in thy mind--not, lady, in thy sight!
""Thou wert not well; forms delicately made
""These dreams and fancies easily invade;
""The mind and body feel the slow disease,
""And dreams are what the troubled fancy sees.""--
""O! but how strange that all should be combined!""--
""True; but such combinations we may find;
""A dream's predicted number gain'd a prize,
""Yet dreams make no impression on the wise,
""Though some chance good, some lucky gain may rise.""--
",Dualism,"""'And dreams are what the troubled fancy sees.'--""",6213,,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,•INTEREST. The metaphor of a lottery is used to connect dream and reality. Include as another metaphor?,"",""