work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3249,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""reason"" and ""judge""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"Begin the song! begin the theme!--
Alas! and is Invention dead?
Dream we no more the golden dream?
Is Mem'ry with her treasures fled?
Yes, 't is too late,--now Reason guides
The mind, sole judge in all debate;
And thus the important point decides,
For laurels, 't is, alas! too late.
What is possess'd we may retain,
But for new conquests strive in vain.",,8503,•I've included twice: Rule of Reason and Judge. ,"""Yes, 't is too late,--now Reason guides / The mind, sole judge in all debate.""",Court,2013-06-12 19:02:49 UTC,""
3250,"","Searching ""judge"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet he a Rival feared, and he was one
With Reason feared, a neighbouring Farmer's Son,
A rural Beau, with Manner free & Air
That marks the Hero of a Village Fair,
Yet gave his prudent Father no Alarm,
No Fair or fair One kept him from the Farm;
Proud of the Horse that bore him to the Race,
And when he joined his Landlord in the Chace,
Gay Days were those, not frequent, and they gave
Praise to a Youth, who could his Money save,
Yet gain Applause--he thus to Market went,
Well pleased with what he spared & what he spent.
The Friends of Susan were Advisers all:
""Let him not go whom you cannot recall.
""And then for whom?"" ""Ah!"", Susan thought, ""for One
""With whom no Farmer holds Comparison.""
Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace
Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace,
Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride,
And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side,
And One, who thought not that he should aspire
Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire;
He was not One who followed in a Course
Always to show, perchance to sell his Horse.
Poins was not jealous, yet there was some Fear
Of One for ever praised, for ever near.
A Man at Hand, whom all her Friends approve,
Will sometimes shake a meek soul'd Maiden's Love.
Nor Poins alone the jealous Terror knew,
For Susan learn'd that she had Rivals, too.
Not One alone! One Rival gives us Pain,
But, having many, we are safe again;
Like Friends are Rivals, forasmuch as One
In either Case we more depend upon.
But Susan loved & fear'd, but now Adieu
To Fears & Doubts & Rival. Poins is true!
He comes with Love & Hope, & as he pleads,
Her Sigh & Silence tell him he succeeds.
So were they wedded, & our Story now
Might end, did Truth & History allow,
Did married Couples always faithful prove,
Or lasting Reformation wait on Love.
There are, we doubt not, married pairs, who live
With all the Comforts Life & Love can give,
Who not an Instant in their wedded Life
Felt one sad thought for being Man & Wife.
Alas! with such we must not ours compare,
Who were as other happy Couples are.
She was not always meek, not always kind
Was he; and neither were discreetly blind.
Some little Failings would at times appear,
But, on the Whole, it was an happy Year.
""But One?"" I say not that, Another past,
Not much to be distinguished from the last;
Richard looked o'er his Land, his Sheep, his Cows,
And talked of Market Profits to his Spouse.
Then there ensued, I cannot well express
What I would say, a kind of Wearyness;
Richard, who read while Susan worked, now swore
The Book was dull, & he would read no more;
Then with his Legs stretched forth & Head reclined,
To think of Nothing he himself resigned--
""But he reformed?"" O! Yes, for many a day,
For many a Night, and shunn'd the former Way,
When strong Temptation woo'd him in the Gloom
Of a long Evening, & he sighed at Home.
""Sigh & with Susan?"" Yea, and Men will sigh
For Want of Something, or they know not why.
He sang, & asked his Susan for a Song;
Yet, for all this, the Days were getting long,
His Mind was active, & he lacked Employ;
At Length he had it, & could nurse his Boy,
And feel a father's Pride, & join a Mother's Joy.
But restless still, & Susan yet confined,
He sauntered forth with nothing in his Mind,
Or good or Evil; What was his Intent,
He knew not, knew not why, or where, he went;
He meant to change his Place, & that was all he meant.Yet he a Rival feared, and he was one
With Reason feared, a neighbouring Farmer's Son,
A rural Beau, with Manner free & Air
That marks the Hero of a Village Fair,
Yet gave his prudent Father no Alarm,
No Fair or fair One kept him from the Farm;
Proud of the Horse that bore him to the Race,
And when he joined his Landlord in the Chace,
Gay Days were those, not frequent, and they gave
Praise to a Youth, who could his Money save,
Yet gain Applause--he thus to Market went,
Well pleased with what he spared & what he spent.
The Friends of Susan were Advisers all:
""Let him not go whom you cannot recall.
""And then for whom?"" ""Ah!"", Susan thought, ""for One
""With whom no Farmer holds Comparison.""
Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace
Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace,
Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride,
And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side,
And One, who thought not that he should aspire
Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire;
He was not One who followed in a Course
Always to show, perchance to sell his Horse.
Poins was not jealous, yet there was some Fear
Of One for ever praised, for ever near.
A Man at Hand, whom all her Friends approve,
Will sometimes shake a meek soul'd Maiden's Love.
Nor Poins alone the jealous Terror knew,
For Susan learn'd that she had Rivals, too.
Not One alone! One Rival gives us Pain,
But, having many, we are safe again;
Like Friends are Rivals, forasmuch as One
In either Case we more depend upon.
But Susan loved & fear'd, but now Adieu
To Fears & Doubts & Rival. Poins is true!
He comes with Love & Hope, & as he pleads,
Her Sigh & Silence tell him he succeeds.
So were they wedded, & our Story now
Might end, did Truth & History allow,
Did married Couples always faithful prove,
Or lasting Reformation wait on Love.
There are, we doubt not, married pairs, who live
With all the Comforts Life & Love can give,
Who not an Instant in their wedded Life
Felt one sad thought for being Man & Wife.
Alas! with such we must not ours compare,
Who were as other happy Couples are.
She was not always meek, not always kind
Was he; and neither were discreetly blind.
Some little Failings would at times appear,
But, on the Whole, it was an happy Year.
""But One?"" I say not that, Another past,
Not much to be distinguished from the last;
Richard looked o'er his Land, his Sheep, his Cows,
And talked of Market Profits to his Spouse.
Then there ensued, I cannot well express
What I would say, a kind of Wearyness;
Richard, who read while Susan worked, now swore
The Book was dull, & he would read no more;
Then with his Legs stretched forth & Head reclined,
To think of Nothing he himself resigned--
""But he reformed?"" O! Yes, for many a day,
For many a Night, and shunn'd the former Way,
When strong Temptation woo'd him in the Gloom
Of a long Evening, & he sighed at Home.
""Sigh & with Susan?"" Yea, and Men will sigh
For Want of Something, or they know not why.
He sang, & asked his Susan for a Song;
Yet, for all this, the Days were getting long,
His Mind was active, & he lacked Employ;
At Length he had it, & could nurse his Boy,
And feel a father's Pride, & join a Mother's Joy.
But restless still, & Susan yet confined,
He sauntered forth with nothing in his Mind,
Or good or Evil; What was his Intent,
He knew not, knew not why, or where, he went;
He meant to change his Place, & that was all he meant.",,8505,"","""Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace / Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace, / Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride, / And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side, / And One, who thought not that he should aspire / Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire.""",Court,2013-06-12 19:09:35 UTC,""
6213,Soliloquy; ,HDIS. Searching for inner councils.,2004-03-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Charles, with smile, not vain,
Nor quite unmix'd with pity and disdain,
Sat mute in wonder; but he sat not long
Without reflection:--Was Sir Owen wrong?
""So must I think; for can I judge it right
""To treat a lovely lady with despite?
""Because she play'd too roughly with the love
""Of a fond man whom she could not approve,
""And yet to vex him for the love he bore
""Is cause enough for his revenge, and more.
""But, thoughts, to council!--Do I wear a charm
""That will preserve my citadel from harm?
""Like the good knight, I have a heart that feels
""The wounds that beauty makes and kindness heals:
""Beauty she has, it seems, but is not kind--
""So found Sir Owen, and so I may find.
""Yet why, O heart of tinder, why afraid?
""Comes so much danger from so fair a maid?
""Wilt thou be made a voluntary prize
""To the fierce firing of two wicked eyes?
""Think her a foe, and on the danger rush,
""Nor let thy kindred for a coward blush.",,16456,"From Poetical Works (1838). Work out citation. REVISIT
•BIO: Crabbe was a poet and a Church of England Clergyman. Early difficulties getting into print. Asks Burke for patronage in 1781 (invoking Chatterton's suicide, suggests DNB). Burke guided revision of The Library. Publication success. Takes up a career in the church. Village (1783) shown to Johnson, who contributed lines 15-20 (sets up of Virgilian pastoral and poetic imagination). Borough (1810). Tales (1812). Crabbe's popularity waned with demise of heroic couplet and neoclassical tastes and with the prose (novelistic) replacements of the verse tale. ",Thoughts may be called to council,Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:46:55 UTC,""