work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5843,"","Searching ""furniture"" and ""head"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-24 00:00:00 UTC,"Peter, with his poetical Broomstick, belaboureth foreign Tyrants.--Taketh the Part of the oppressed Poor.--Asketh Tyrants knotty and puzzling Questions.--Giveth a Speech of Cato.--Peter seriously informeth them that they are not like the Lord.--Peter taketh a Survey of the Furniture of their Heads.--Peter solemnly declareth that the Million doth not like to be ridden. --Giveth an insolent Speech of Tyrants, and calleth them Highwaymen.--The Taylor and the Satin Breeches.--The Shoemaker and the Shoes.--Peter lamenteth that there should besome who think it a Sin to resist Tyrants.-- Adviseth them to read Æsop's Fables.
Who, and what are ye, sceptred bullies?--speak,
That millions to your will must bow the neck,
And, ox-like, meanly take the galling yoke?
Philosophers your ignorance despise;
Ev'n Folly, laughing, lifts her maudlin eyes,
And freely on your wisdoms cracks her joke.
(p. 34)",,15572,"","""PETER taketh a Survey of the Furniture of their Heads.""","",2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,""
6038,"","Searching ""cell"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Here Satan's myrmidons cornuted
Found subjects to their purpose suited;
And fell to work on their worst ends,
Videlicet, their heads (for fiends,
As well as scavengers, may boast
Of sorriest trash they make the most.)
There, as those cells they empty found
Where brains in wiser pates abound,
They fill'd them with mephitic gas
From hell, which downward strove to pass,
But, gaining exit through the throat,
By leave of porter, Epiglott,
Vented itself in fustian storm
Rhetorical. This, in due form
Reduc'd, concentrated, and penn'd,
They, by choice deputation, send
To Consul grand:--which, e'er you read,
Brief Invocation shall precede.",,16022,"","""There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:45:26 UTC,""
6126,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Behold that vale, whose sides are cloth'd with wood;
And here and there a pleasurable spot
Of intersected pasture, with its stack,
Cottage and lodge, few sheep, and grazing cow:
Mark how it mellows as it steals away,
And mingles fainter shadows, softer woods.
How gracefully it parts, and winds along,
To leave that rising ground, on whose fresh top
Above the green enclosures stands a Church,
Which smiles with glory in the ev'ning sun,
And seems to love the prospect it adorns.
Behold behind it, as the vale recedes
And falls into a flat the eye scarce sees,
A family of hills, some near, some far,
Withdrawing till their faint expiring tops
Are almost lost, and melted into air.
Is it not lovely? Is it not divine?
And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell
Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still.",,16171,•I've included twice: Cell and Image,"""And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell / Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:45:56 UTC,""
6176,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Not thus had Isabel her love
Murmur'd to the laughing grove.
Strait to her chamber, yester-eve,
Had she retreated from the cave,
And, wildering in a maze of thought,
Fear'd every hour with danger fraught.
Nor could she from that maze escape,
Pursu'd by many a hideous shape;
When Jesse, fast as words could speak,
Told eager, how a fair young Greek,
A Palmer, and a reverend Friar
Had thither come in strange attire;
Said, she had seldom seen resort
To old Cotehele, from far or near,
A guest of such a noble port
As he who did the turban wear!
But little had poor Isabel
Heeded what flippant tongue would tell.
",,16348,"","""Strait to her chamber, yester-eve, / Had she retreated from the cave, / And, wildering in a maze of thought, / Fear'd every hour with danger fraught""","",2009-09-14 19:46:36 UTC,""
7287,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2012-07-03 16:40:09 UTC,"In birth the public sees no kind of merit!
Think of the present equalizing spirit!
Amidst the populace how rank it springs!
Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly,
While boldly entering from their beastly stye,
The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!
(p. 12)",,19845,"","""Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly, / While boldly entering from their beastly stye, / The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!",Beasts,2012-07-03 16:40:35 UTC,""
7828,Meta-metaphorical,"",2014-03-03 18:32:22 UTC,"Now on the band of ladies star'd the cooks,
And seem'd to show hair-ruin in their looks.
Great is the eloquence of eyes indeed--
Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read!
What though no bigger than a button hole,
Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!
The bosom's joy, and grief, and hope, and fear,
In lively colours are depicted here!
(cf. pp. 4-5 in 1792 edition)",2014-03-03,23437,"Was assigned to title that goes with first canto. Deleted, reassigned.",""Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read! / What though no bigger than a button hole, / Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!""",Rooms,2014-03-03 18:32:22 UTC,"Searching ""soul"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry); again ""bosom;"" confirmed in ECCO."