work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5450,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""mind"" and ""chain""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Whilst thus in Scotland I remain'd
A wretched captive on parole,
Her charms my raptur'd eyes detain'd,
Her virtues conquer'd all my soul:
Oh! what is liberty regain'd,
When endless chains the mind controul?
Fulfil, just heav'n, thy fixt decree,
And strike me dead, or set me free!",2011-05-26,14571,"","""Oh! what is liberty regain'd, / When endless chains the mind controul?""",Fetters,2011-06-25 04:02:47 UTC,""
6982,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-06-25 03:49:44 UTC,"""Warm in the raptures of divine desire,
""Burst the soft chain that curbs th'aspiring mind;
""And fly, where Victory, born on wings of fire,
""Waves her red banner to the rattling wind.
(p. 13)",,18814,"","""Warm in the raptures of divine desire, / Burst the soft chain that curbs th'aspiring mind.""",Fetters,2011-06-25 03:49:44 UTC,""
6323,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chains"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 20:30:15 UTC,"Ah! haunting spirit, art thou there?
Forbidden in these walks to appear.
I thought, O love! thou would'st disdain
To mix with wisdom's black, staid train;
But when my curious searching look
A nice survey of nature took,
Well pleased, the matron set to show
Her mistress' work on earth below.
Then fruitless knowledge turn aside;
What other art remains untried
This load of anguish to remove,
And heal the cruel wounds of love?
To friendship's sacred force apply,
That source of tenderness and joy--
A joy no anxious fears profane--
A tenderness that feels no pain:
Friendships shall all these ills appease,
And give the tortured mourner ease.
The indissoluble tie that binds,
In equal chains, two sister minds;
Not such as servile interests choose,
From partial ends and sordid views;
Nor when the midnight banquet fires
The choice of wine-inflamed desires,
When the short fellowships proceed
From casual mirth and wicked deed,
Till the next morn estranges quite
The partners of one guilty night;
But such as judgment long has weighed,
And years of faithfulness have tried;
Whose tender mind is framed to share
The equal portion of my care;
Whose thoughts my happiness employs
Sincere, who triumphs in my joys;
With whom in raptures I may stray,
Through study's long and pathless way;
Obscurely blest in joys--alone--
To the excluded world unknown.
Forsook, the weak fantastic train
Of flattery, mirth, all false and vain;
On whose soft and gentle breast
My weary soul may take her rest,
While the still tender look and kind,
Fair springing from the spotless mind,
My perfected delights insure
To last immortal, free and pure.
Grant, heaven--if heaven means bliss for me--
Monimia such, and long may be!",,18873,"","Friendship is ""The indissoluble tie that binds, / In equal chains, two sister minds.""",Fetters,2011-07-14 20:30:15 UTC,""
6321,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 20:56:40 UTC,"There is a certain pleasing force that binds,
Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds.
Tempers oppos'd each may itself control,
And melt two varying natures in one soul.
This made two brothers different humours hit,
Tho' one had probity, and one had wit.
Of sober manners this, and plain good sense,
Avoided cards, wine, company, expense:
Safe from the tempting fatal sex withdrew,
Nor made advances farther than a bow.
A diff'rent train of life his twin pursues;
Lov'd pictures, books, (nay authors write) the stews,
A mistress, op'ra, play, each darling theme;
To scribble, above all, his joy supreme.
Must these two brothers always meet to scold,
Or quarrel, like to Jove's fam'd twins of old?
Each yielding, mutual, could each other please,
And drew life's yoke with tolerable ease:
This, thinking mirth not always in the wrong,
Would sometimes condescend to hear a song;
And that, fatigu'd with his exalted fits,
His beauties, gewgaws, whirlegigs and wits,
Would leave them all, far happier to regale
With prose and friendship o'er a pot of ale.
Then to thy friend's opinion sometimes yield,
And seem to lose, although thou gain'st the field;
Nor, proud that thy superior sense be shown,
Rail at his studies, and extol your own.
(pp. 159-60)",,18874,"","""There is a certain pleasing force that binds, / Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds.""",Fetters,2011-07-14 21:01:13 UTC,""
7162,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-11 20:59:32 UTC,"""Let the fair Syrens sly deceive
""The gaudy saunt'ring throng,
""Who, scorning merit, idly grieve
""Such fairy scenes among.
""Far nobler prize my heart constrains,
""Yielding to soft controul;
""Far other beauty binds in chains
""The magnet of my soul.
",,19440,"","""Far nobler prize my heart constrains, / Yielding to soft controul; / Far other beauty binds in chains / The magnet of my soul.""",Fetters,2012-01-11 20:59:50 UTC,""
7501,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:59:15 UTC,"All cold the hand, that soothed Woe's weary head!
And quench'd the eye, the pitying tear that shed!
And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole,
Infusing balm, into the rankled soul!
O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power,
And spare the idle weed, yet lop the flower!
Why fly thy shafts in lawless error driven!
Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven!---
But peace, bold thought! be still my bursting heart!
We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart.
Scaped the dark dungeon does the slave complain,
Nor bless the hand that broke the galling chain?
Say, pines not Virtue for the lingering morn,
On this dark wild condemn'd to roam forlorn?
Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow,
O'er the dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw?
Disclosing dubious to th' affrighted eye
O'erwhelming mountains tottering from on high,
Black billowy seas in storm perpetual toss'd,
And weary ways in wildering labyrinths lost.
O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay,
Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day,
And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar,
Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more.
(p. 51, ll. 63-85)",,21418,"","""O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay, / Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day, / And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar, / Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more.""","",2014-03-10 22:02:26 UTC,""