work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
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,""
7293,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2012-07-05 13:33:58 UTC," But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand--
But, lo, I am not at my own command:
Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains,
And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains.
O lovely lass! too pow'rful are thy charms,
And fascination dwells within thy arms.
The passions join the fierce invading host;
And I and virtue are o'erwhelm'd and lost--
Passions that in a martingale should move;
Wild horses loosen'd by the hands of Love.
I'm off--alas! unworthy to be seen--
The bard, and Virtue a poor captive queen!
O Lais, should our deeds to sins amount,
Just Heav'n will place them all to thy account.
(pp. 42-3)",,19861,"REVISIT: storm is a pun here? War, Weather?","""But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand-- / But, lo, I am not at my own command: / Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains, / And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains.""","",2012-07-05 13:33:58 UTC,""
7293,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),2012-07-05 13:37:34 UTC," But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand--
But, lo, I am not at my own command:
Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains,
And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains.
O lovely lass! too pow'rful are thy charms,
And fascination dwells within thy arms.
The passions join the fierce invading host;
And I and virtue are o'erwhelm'd and lost--
Passions that in a martingale should move;
Wild horses loosen'd by the hands of Love.
I'm off--alas! unworthy to be seen--
The bard, and Virtue a poor captive queen!
O Lais, should our deeds to sins amount,
Just Heav'n will place them all to thy account.
(pp. 42-3)",,19862,"OED: ""Horse Riding. A strap or arrangement of straps fastened at one end to the noseband, bit, or reins of a horse and at the other to its girth, in order to prevent it from rearing or throwing its head back, or to strengthen the action of the bit""","""The passions join the fierce invading host; / And I and virtue are o'erwhelm'd and lost-- / Passions that in a martingale should move; / Wild horses loosen'd by the hands of Love.""",Beasts,2012-07-05 13:37:34 UTC,""