text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"O partial fate! and was I rais'd on high,
Only to sink in deeper infamy!
Yet say, what infamy? Excursive thought
Stand still a moment, and by reason taught
Judge rightly, with strict eye thyself survey,
Where are the crimes which infamy betray?
",2009-09-14 19:40:34 UTC,"""Excursive thought"" may ""Stand still a moment, and by reason taught / Judge rightly, with strict eye thyself survey""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2007-04-26,Court,"","Searching ""judge"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (poetry)",14310,5335
"And lastly, see! Apollodorus brings
A coarse matrass, fill'd with the sweetest things:
Like the lewd Monk in print, who seems to crack,
Hot for the fair provision on his back;
At the device, see vigorous Cæsar stare!
And so should I--if brought me in a chair.
Why so surpriz'd because the Hero kneel'd,
Had he not buss'd her--""Lord, the Monster's steel'd!
Yes, doubtless, steel'd--but still he show'd a heart,
As soft, as Cleopatra's softest part:
Pagans reflect--could flesh, could blood withstand,
Fair Cleopatra, with the softest hand:
This whirling egg--(our world) forgot to move,
Nature stood silent--swallow'd up in Love:
More eyes by Myriads on the Beauty wait,
Than when the fools of Venice jolt in state:
What modern Lord could ward the darts she hurl'd,
To conquer him, who conquer'd all the world.
(ll. 265-282)",2013-10-28 02:48:07 UTC,"""Yes, doubtless, steel'd--but still he show'd a heart, / As soft, as Cleopatra's softest part.""",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•Whoa!
•Found in The Temple of Venus. Part the Second. (London: 1763), p. 15. <Link to ECCO>
• Wrong title? ",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),14328,5342
"The Priest this morn, with ev'ry Art endu'd,
Th'accursed purpose hath again renew'd;
""Be ours,"" he cries, ""our better Faith embrace,
""And live Preserver of your falling Race.
""Tho' yet misled, stand forth the Child of Rome,
""The Queen, in mercy, will avert your doom.""
Merciful Queen!--Yet since thus greatly kind,
Tell us what mercy shall th'Apostate find?
Thy royal mandate may decide our fates,
But Peace alone on conscious Duty waits;
Who wars against it, does the work of hell,
And arms a demon he can never quell;
Whose shafts receiv'd, search the wide globe around,
Nor herb, nor balsam heals the fatal wound.
Bear back, false Winchester, thy proffer'd Bliss,
Weigh Crowns and Kingdoms with a deed like this,
Far, far too light in Wisdom's eye they seem,
Nor shake the scale, while Reason holds the beam.--
And can the, Guilford, deem me sunk so low,
So fondly wedded to this world of woe,
To think her bounty would my fears entice
To purchase fleeting breath at such a price?
Which when obtain'd, the poor precarious toy
A thousand ills might weaken, or destroy?--
No--Since I'm sworn a Sister to Mischance,
Let the Clouds gather, let the Storm advance,
Unmov'd, its bursting horrors I'll defy,
And steady to my Faith a Martyr die.
For Life's, alas! too like the transient Rose,
Which oft is blasted the same day it blows;
Its beauty from the wind a blight receives,
Or some foul canker taints its crimson Leaves!
Nor judge it hard to fall an early Flow'r,
Rescu'd perchance from some tempest'uous Shower,
From noxious Vapours arm'd with force to kill,
The noontide Sunbeam, or the ev'ning's Chill.
Howe'er the thought appal, Death's gloomy road
By ev'ry mortal foot must once be trod!
Deep thro' the vale of tears Man's journey lies,
And sorrow best prepares him for the Skies!--
O then, my Husband, I conjure thee, hear,
If Suffolk's Daughter e'er to Thee was dear,
By ev'ry wish of happiness to come,
By ev'ry hope beyond the mould'ring Tomb;
If anxious that thy better fame should soar,
And shine applauded when the man's no more:
Let not the wily Churchman win thine ear,
Or sooth thy weakness by his fraudful care;
But arm'd with Constancy's unfailing shield,
As God's own soldier valiant, scorn to yield.
So when Religion, stript of each disguise,
In ancient purity again shall rise,
To her true throne once more shall be restor'd,
And rule by Reason, stronger than the Sword,
(vol. II, pp. 20-4)
",2013-11-13 04:55:20 UTC,"""Bear back, false Winchester, thy proffer'd Bliss, / Weigh Crowns and Kingdoms with a deed like this, / Far, far too light in Wisdom's eye they seem, / Nor shake the scale, while Reason holds the beam.""",2011-07-15 14:48:59 UTC,"","",2005-08-17,Eye,"Deleted and reattached: Record created on 2004-06-17 00:00:00 UTC. Record last updated on 2009-09-14 19:39:16 UTC. Last reviewed 2005-08-17. The duplicate entries were numbered 5110 and 5113; I moved this metaphor from 5113.
Confirmed in ECCO. ",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),18889,5110