work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3382,Momus Glass,"Searching ""breast"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Thy answer is in more than words express'd,
I read it through the window in thy breast;
In every action of thy life I see
Thy faithful love, and filial piety.
To save a sinking Church, thou dost not spare
Thyself, but lavish all thy life for her:
For Zion's sake thou wilt not hold thy peace,
That she may grow, impatient to decrease,
To rush into thy grave that she may rise,
And mount with all her children to the skies.",,8662,"","""Thy answer is in more than words express'd, / I read it through the window in thy breast""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:33:42 UTC,""
4635,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP,2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"I.
COME HOLY GHOST, all-quickning Fire,
Come, and in Me delight to rest!
Drawn by the Lure of strong Desire,
O come, and consecrate my Breast:
The Temple of my Soul prepare,
And six thy Sacred Presence there!
II.
If now thy Influence I feel,
If now in Thee begin to live;
Still to my Heart Thyself reveal,
Give me Thyself, for ever give.
A Point my Good, a Drop my Store:
Eager I ask, and pant for more.
III.
Eager for Thee I ask and pant,
So strong the Principle Divine
Carries me out with sweet Constraint,
Till all my hallow'd Soul be Thine:
Plung'd in the Godhead's deepest Sea,
And lost in thy Immensity.
IV.
My Peace, my Life, my Comfort now,
My Treasure, and my All Thou art!
True Witness of my Sonship Thou,
Engraving Pardon on my Heart:
Seal of my Sins in CHRIST forgiv'n,
Earnest of Love, and Pledge of Heav'n.
V.
Come then, my GOD, mark out thy Heir,
Of Heav'n a larger Earnest give,
With clearer Light thy Witness bear;
More sensibly within me live:
Let all my Pow'rs thy Entrance feel,
And deeper stamp Thyself the Seal.
VI.
Come, HOLY GHOST, all quick'ning Fire,
Come, and in me delight to rest!
Drawn by the Lure of strong Desire,
O come, and consecrate my Breast:
The Temple of my Soul prepare,
And fix thy sacred Presence there!
(pp. 184-5)",2014-02-09,12204,•Lines are echoed at the end of the poem. But I've only included the metaphor once.,"""O come, and consecrate my Breast: / The Temple of my Soul prepare, / And six thy Sacred Presence there!""",Rooms,2014-02-09 18:36:41 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4844,Momus Glass,"Searching ""heart"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-09-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Our fig-leaves all be cast aside;
Let no self-soothing art
Conceal the lust, to' indulge the pride
Of a foul hellish heart.
Open a window in our breast,
That each our heart may see,
And let no secret be supprest,
Since all are known to Thee.",,12929,"","""Open a window in our breast, / That each our heart may see""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:37:33 UTC,Part I.
5284,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Come Holy Ghost, Thyself reveal,
Spirit of grace and wisdom come,
Thy own Divine instructions seal,
And make our hearts Thy constant home:
When Thou art in Thy saints below,
We serve Thee as the church above,
And all things have, and all things know,
Divinely taught our God to love.
",,14202,•Bibliography from http://www.bautz.de/bbkl/w/wesley_c.shtml,"""And make our hearts Thy constant home""","",2009-09-14 19:40:15 UTC,The Divinity of the Holy Ghost
5781,Inwardness,"Searching ""breast"" and ""closet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But Donnegilda, cruel, crafty dame,
Great Alla's mother, over-fond of fame,
She, (as all antique parents, wondrous sage,
For youth project the inappetence of age,
Each sense endearing and humane despise,
And on the Mammon feast their down-cast eyes)
Malevolent beheld a Stranger led,
Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed:
For in the secret closet of her breast,
Constantia her imperial birth supprest,
Till Heaven should perfect the connubial band,
And with her Royal Offspring bless the land.
""Ah! ill-timed caution! were this truth declared,
""What a vast cost of future woe was spared!
""But where Heaven's will the unequal cause supplies,
""To set the world on fire a spark may well suffice.""",,15456,•Cross-reference: found again in Ogle's Canterbury Tales (1741),"""Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed: / For in the secret closet of her breast, / Constantia her imperial birth supprest""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,""
6766,"",Hymn pointed out to me by David Vander Meulen,2010-10-27 03:30:36 UTC,"Long my imprison'd spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night:
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke; the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and follow'd Thee.
(ll. 19-24)",2011-05-26,18006,"","""Long my imprison'd spirit lay, / Fast bound in sin and nature's night: / Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; / I woke; the dungeon flamed with light; / My chains fell off, my heart was free, / I rose, went forth, and follow'd Thee.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 19:21:29 UTC,Part II
3330,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 15:19:26 UTC,"I am the man who long have known
The strength and rage of inbred sin;
My soul is dead, my heart is stone,
A cage of birds and beasts unclean,
A den of thieves, a dire abode
Of dragons, but no house of God.",,19734,"","""My soul is dead, my heart is stone, / A cage of birds and beasts unclean, / A den of thieves, a dire abode / Of dragons, but no house of God.""",Beasts,2012-04-29 15:19:26 UTC,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:19:44 UTC,"CRISTINA.
I know thou hast a serpentizing Genius,
Can'st wind the subtlest Mazes of the Soul,
And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action.
If thou canst bend this proud one to our Purpose,
And make the Lion crouch, 'tis well--if not,
Away at once, and sweep him from Remembrance.
(p. 22)",,22760,"","""I know thou hast a serpentizing Genius, / Can'st wind the subtlest Mazes of the Soul, / And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action.""","",2013-09-16 04:19:44 UTC,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:24:42 UTC,"ARVIDA.
Of thy Gustavus ! O Wretch, Wretch, curs'd Wretch!
What is this Time and Place, and Toys of Circumstance;
That wind our Actions, so, as Heav'n's own Hand
What's done may not unravel?--Pardon may!--
There's the Lethean Sweet, the Snow of Heav'n,
New blanching-o'er the Negro Front of Guilt,
That to the Eye of Mercy all appears
Fair as th' unwritten Page--yet self-convict,
Tho' Heav'n's free Pow'r shou'd pardon, where's my Peace?
Thus, thus to be driven out from my own Breast!
To have no Shed, no shelt'ring Nook at Home
To take Reflection in! How looks the Wretch
Whose Heart cries Villain to itself? I'll not
Endure its Batt'ry--Somewhat must be done
Of high Import 'ere Night, that I may sleep,
Or wake for ever.
(p. 45)",,22765,"","""Thus, thus to be driven out from my own Breast! / To have no Shed, no shelt'ring Nook at Home / To take Reflection in!""",Rooms,2013-09-16 04:24:42 UTC,""
7940,"",Reading at British Library,2014-06-20 17:40:22 UTC,"Tuesday, 15. I went on to Witney. I am surprised at the plainness and artlessness of this people. Who would imagine, that they lived within ten, yea, or fifty miles of Oxford? Wednesday, 16. I preached at South-lye. Here it was, that I preached my first sermon, six and forty years ago. One man was in my present audience, who heard it. Most of the rest are gone to their long home. After preaching at Witney in the Evening, I met the believers apart, and was greatly refreshed among them. So simple a people I scarce ever saw. They did ""open the window in their breast."" And it was easy to discern, that God was there, filling them with joy and peace in believing.
(p. 42)",,24064,"USE IN ENTRY?
Notes: October, 1770. Google Books search turns up same window quotation in an 1827 Methodist miscellany, under the heading Taste. Add to Rooms? ","""So simple a people I scarce ever saw. They did 'open the window in their breast.' And it was easy to discern, that God was there, filling them with joy and peace in believing.""",Rooms,2014-06-20 17:40:52 UTC,""