theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"",Conquer Hearts?,4903,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13148,2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:37:49 UTC,,"","Pleas'd we see, O! Goddess, there
Helpless Innocence thy Care,
By thy Vot'rys call'd to Life,
Rescued from the bloody Knife,
From a painful State of Sin,
From the Pangs of Guilt within:
Plac'd by thee in Virtue's Cell,
With the Cherub Health they dwell,
By Industry's careful Hand
Render'd useful to the Land,
By Religion taught to know
What to thee and Heav'n they owe.
Rescued from an early Grave
Many fair, and many brave,
May in these and future Days
Conquer Hearts and merit Praise.
Blakes and Russels yet unborn
May the British Deck adorn,
And, in Arts of Tillage wise,
Hence may Columellas rise.
",""
"","""When Flora sweeps the Table with a Vole, / What Breast so steel'd as Grief can not invade, / To see the Havock on her Beautys made!""",4913,Metal,"Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13175,2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:37:55 UTC,,"","Some Poets say, if such we Poets call,
That Women have no Characters at all:[1]
Whatever others think, I'm sure such Creatures
Can not be Men, or must be Women-haters.
No Characters at all! What's Lady Grace,
Who's never absent, with her formal Face,
Soon as the Doors are open, from her Pew,
Yet the next Hour to Assignation true?
Must Lady Pride too pass unheeded by,
Who views her Husband with a scornful Eye,
Because he's humbly born, but with Lord Fool
She'll condescend at Night to -- play a Pool?
What can such Poets think of Mrs. Prude,
Who says the fanning Zephyrs are too rude,
But, when Sir Bluster haul'd her from the Light,
Was too good-natur'd to reprove the Knight?
One Character has fill'd the comic Scene,
Enough to give to gentle Minds the Spleen:
When youthful Cloe, lovelyer than the Rose,
Sweet and as chaste as when untouch'd it blows,
Neglectful of her Charms and fairer Name,
Sees the Sun rising on a losing Game,
What Heart so hard as not to mourn her Fate,
And with her Fame retriev'd before too late!
To see what Anguish shakes her tender Soul,
When Flora sweeps the Table with a Vole,
What Breast so steel'd as Grief can not invade,
To see the Havock on her Beautys made!
But these are Faults which distant Climes may own,
To British Maids and British Wives unknown:
No imputation on their Fame can fall,
Where all are Trumans, Indianas all.",I've included the entire poem
"","""Malice away, with all her Scorpions, creeps, / And Marius, iron-hearted Marius, weeps.""",4999,Metal,"Searchign ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13418,2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:38:22 UTC,,"•Footnote gives, ""Cum C. Marius Moerorem Orationis meæ præsens ac sedens multum Lachrymis suis adjuvaret. Cic. De Orat. Lib. 2. Cicero there relates the Circumstances which I here introduce of the Tryal of Aquilius, who was defended by Anthony the illustrious Orator.""","Wisdom and Truth are the celestial Springs
Of what the Pleader speaks or Poet sings:
As Woods the Hills, as Flow'rs the Vales, adorn,
As the Sun gilds with saffron Robes the Morn,
Expression gives to Truth resistless Arms,
And to fair Wisdom adds unfading Charms;
That breaks the Point of Envy's poys'nous Dart,
And pours the Balm into th' afflicted Heart;
That calms the Breast, or fills it with Surprise,
And draws the Current from the Tyrant's Eyes.
He, who 'e'rewhile return'd with Glory crown'd,
And march'd in Triumph thro the sacred Ground,
Whom Rome decreed her Axes and her Rods,
And shew'd a Conqu'ror to his Country's Gods,
Before the grand Tribunal now appears,
Loaded with Sorrows and the Weight of Years:
While his bare Bosom shews his manly Scars,
The Marks of Honour in the Field of Mars,
The venerable Consul waits from Rome
His future Freedom, or an Exile's Doom:
While the great Spokesman for Aquilius pleads,
And, pointing to his Wounds, relates his Deeds,
Malice away, with all her Scorpions, creeps,
And Marius, iron-hearted Marius, weeps.[1]",""
"","""A war of passions in their breasts they feel / As the muse fires, who have not hearts of Steel.""",5021,Metal,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13507,2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,2013-09-30 20:14:25 UTC,,Confirmed in Hathi Trust. ,"The tragick muse full twice a thousand years,
In lofty scenes has rais'd our hopes and fears;
By unexpected turns she gives surprise,
New joys she gives, then fils with tears our eyes;
A war of passions in their breasts they feel
As the muse fires, who have not hearts of Steel.
(II, p. 693, ll. 1-6)",""
"","""Soft pity may touch the manly Breast, / And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest""",5098,Impression,"Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",13776,2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:39:11 UTC,,"","From the dark Horrors of a prison's cave,
Where all is cheerless as the doleful grave;
The chain'd Andromache pours forth her grief,
And ev'n from Pyrrhus now implores relief.
If e'er soft pity touch'd thy manly Breast,
And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest,
O take compassion on my deep-felt woe,
""'Tis what the happy to th'unhappy owe.""
Too dire alas! to see my Hector dead,
Why dost thou show'r more sorrows on my Head?
Why am I lock'd in this lone Dungeon's cell,
To moan unpity'd? all my suff'rings tell
To heedless walls, that cannot know my pain,
Nor hear Affliction's sorrowing Child complain?
Was it my fault that Hector warr'd with thee?
Why then thy wrath impetuous spent on me?
Yet let me still thy rage unbounded feel,
No more, no longer, for myself I kneel!
--Some friendly Pow'r avert the barb'rous Deed,
For ah I tremble lest my Infant bleed!
Soon as Aurora had unveil'd the Day,
And to my prison sent a hateful ray,
Thy savage Ministers relentless came,
In right of war Astyanax to claim;
At my loud grief no pity they express'd,
But tore the helpless Infant from my Breast.
Yet worse--with impious joy the Ruffians said,
""This night shall find him number'd with the dead.""
My Infant die! forbid it Pow'rs above,
And from Despair call back maternal Love.",""
"","""Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel, / That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel / A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart""",5098,Metal,"Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13780,2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:39:12 UTC,,"","Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel,
That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel
A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart,
Nor thro' my soul keen pangs of Sorrow dart.
O'er me that hour kind Heav'n thy influence cast,
No--rather let that moment be my last.
What moment? say! alas have I decreed
My Son to Death, my only Born to bleed?
Ah cruel Mother! but more cruel Vows,
Plighted to Hector! Thou more cruel Spouse!
Yet Vows of Love extend but to the Grave--
Why doubt I then my darling Child to save!
Why solace to myself refuse to give!
Vanish my Fears, Astyanax shall live:
And Nature's sacred impulse be obey'd,
In spite of Hector, and the Vows I've made.
Forbear--ah whither is my Reason fled?
Or with my Hector is my Passion dead?
Are these the means (oh Shame) I take to prove
A Faith unshaken, and a constant Love?
--Then let the Mother with destroying Breath,
Devote her Infant to untimely Death;
Let me, forgetful of my Sex, resign
Each mild resolve--and cruelty be mine!
Ah no--ye bloody Thoughts from me remove,
Is this the Language of maternal Love?
Oh my Astyanax, oh all that's dear,
For whom now gushes this unbidden Tear:
When thou art lost, again my Hector bleeds,
To deep-felt woe, still deeper woe succeeds:
Again Despair will torture ev'ry vein,
And all my sorrows past commence again.",""
"","""Take the bloody seal I give thee, / Deep impressed upon thy soul.""",6370,Impressions,"Searching ""soul"" and ""seal"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16842,2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,2011-06-25 02:57:41 UTC,,"","""Take the bloody seal I give thee,
Deep impressed upon thy soul;
God, thy God will now receive thee,
Faith hath sav'd thee, thou art whole.""
Grace Divine, &c.",""
"","""Therefore, I have no one notion, / That is not form'd, like the designing / Of the peristaltick motion; / Vermicular; twisting and twining; / Going to work / Just like a bottle-skrew upon a cork.""",6761,"","Reading Jonathan Lamb's Sterne's Fiction and the Double Principle (Cambridge, 1989), 25.",17998,2010-10-09 17:34:46 UTC,2011-09-07 19:36:28 UTC,2011-09-07,"Lamb compares to line of beauty and the 3-D serpentine line that must be imagined by viewer of 2-D drawing.
INTEREST. CRAZY METAPHOR.","This stroke upon my tender brain
Remains, I doubt, impress'd for ever;
For to this day, when with much pain,
I try to think strait on, and clever,
I sidle out again, and strike
Into the beautiful oblique.
Therefore, I have no one notion,
That is not form'd, like the designing
Of the peristaltick motion;
Vermicular; twisting and twining;
Going to work
Just like a bottle-skrew upon a cork.
(pp. 117-8)",Tale II
"","""Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call / Opes the dread volume of her laws to all.""",7752,Writing,ECCO-TCP,23149,2013-11-10 05:08:40 UTC,2013-11-10 05:08:40 UTC,,"","In Judah's soil the tree of knowledge grew,
Whose fruit unsound, yet specious to the view,
Entrusted to the treacherous Levite's care,
Fell, ere it ripen'd, in that baleful air;
Relentless Cowards! with a brutal hand
Urging their fraudful progress thro' the land,
O'er Nature's parting agonies they trod,
And slaughter'd millions in the name of God,
Each right of arms infringing, nor forbore
To dip their reeking blades in infant gore;
Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call
Opes the dread volume of her laws to all,
Bewail'd them darken'd by so strong a taint;
That none discern'd the villain from the saint.
(pp. 237-8)",""
"","""When of old / Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd / Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove, / Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove, / Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest / Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast, / No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd, / Astrea's self her own decrees maintained.""",7752,Impressions and Writing,ECCO-TCP,23150,2013-11-10 05:10:32 UTC,2013-11-10 05:10:32 UTC,,"","Ye happier times of innocence and truth,
Pleasing instructors of my thoughtless youth,
When none the image of his God belied,
No Minions crouch'd beneath a Sultan's pride,
No wealth ensnar'd, no poverty distress'd,
No ruffians plunder'd, and no kings oppress'd;
Tho' doom'd to grovel in a baser age,
Will I from Memory's enchanting page
Retrace your scatter'd annals.--When of old
Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd
Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove,
Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove,
Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest
Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast,
No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd,
Astrea's self her own decrees maintain'd.
(p. 239)",""