work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5598,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"See, while the sun gilds, with his golden beam,
Yon' distant pile, which Hyde, with care refin'd,
From plunder guards, its form how beautiful!
Anon some cloud his radiance intercepts,
And all the splendid object fades away.
Or, if some incrustation o'er the sight
Its baleful texture spread, like a clear lens,
With filth obscur'd! no more the sensory,
Thro' the thick film, imbibes the chearful day,
'But cloud instead, and ever-during night
Surround it.' So, when on some weighty truth
A beam of heav'nly light its lustre sheds,
To Reason's eye it looks supremely fair.
But if foul Passion, or distemper'd Pride,
Impede its search, or Phrenzy seize the brain,
Then Ignorance a gloomy darkness spreads,
Or Superstition, with mishapen forms,
Erects its savage empire in the mind.",,14964,CONFIRMED in ECCO 1767.,"""But if foul Passion, or distemper'd Pride, / Impede its search, or Phrenzy seize the brain, / Then Ignorance a gloomy darkness spreads, / Or Superstition, with mishapen forms, / Erects its savage empire in the mind.""",Empire,2013-11-11 05:20:46 UTC,""
5192,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-18 17:44:27 UTC,"Hath Nature (strange and wild conceit of Pride)
Distinguish'd thee from all her sons beside?
Doth Virtue in thy bosom brighter glow,
Or from a Spring more pure doth Action flow?
Is not thy Soul bound with those very chains
Which shackle us, or is that SELF, which reigns
O'er Kings and Beggars, which in all we see
Most strong and sov'reign, only weak in Thee?
Fond man, believe it not; Experience tells
'Tis not thy Virtue, but thy Pride rebels.
Think, and for once lay by thy lawless pen;
Think, and confess thyself like other men;
Think but one hour, and, to thy Conscience led
By Reason's hand, bow down and hang thy head;
Think on thy private life, recal thy Youth,
View thyself now, and own with strictest truth,
That SELF hath drawn Thee from fair Virtue's way
Farther than Folly would have dar'd to stray,
And that the talents lib'ral Nature gave
To make thee free, have made thee more a slave.
(pp. 9-10)",,22378,"","""Doth Virtue in thy bosom brighter glow, / Or from a Spring more pure doth Action flow? / Is not thy Soul bound with those very chains / Which shackle us, or is that SELF, which reigns / O'er Kings and Beggars, which in all we see / Most strong and sov'reign, only weak in Thee?""",Fetters,2013-08-18 17:44:27 UTC,""