id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
8500,"•INTEREST. Addressed to the Prince of Wales.
•Also C-H mistake? Poem appears under Henry Carey.I deleted this other attribution.","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO",Empire,2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,2010-06-09,3246,"","",2010-06-09 16:34:34 UTC,"""But Thou shalt rise superior to their Arts, / And fix Thy Empire in a People's Hearts.""","These saving Truths import Thee most to know,
The Links that tie the Mighty to the Low;
What now, our Fellow-Subject, is your Due,
And, when our Prince, shall be a debt on You.
O! may'st Thou to the Throne such Maxims bring!
And feel the Free-man while Thou reign'st the King!
Far hence the Tribe, whose servile Arts delude,
And teach the Great to spurn the Multitude.
Are Those unworthy of the Royal Heir,
Who claim the future Monarch's duteous Care?
Still may thy Thoughts the Godlike Task pursue,
And to the Many ne'er prefer the Few!
Still mayst thou fly thy Fortune's specious Friends,
Who deal forth sov'reign Grace to private Ends;
In narrow Streams divert the copious Tide,
Exalt one Sect and damn the World beside:
While with false Lights directing partial Rule,
The Lord of Nations falls a Party's Tool.
Such there have been----and such, in Truth's Despite,
Disgrace'd the Cause of Liberty and Right;
But Thou shalt rise superior to their Arts,
And fix Thy Empire in a People's Hearts.
(pp. 3-4)"
12264,•I've included twice: Tide and Ebb,HDIS,"",2004-01-05 00:00:00 UTC,,4666,"",I've included the entire poem.,2009-09-14 19:36:47 UTC,"""The quiet of Our mind destroys, / Or with a full spring-tide of joys, / Or a dead-ebb of grief. ""","While mad Ophelia we lament,
And Her distraction mourn,
Our grief's misplac'd, Our tears mispent,
Since what for Her condition's meant
More justly fits Our Own.
For if 'tis happiness to be,
From all the turns of Fate,
From dubious joy, and sorrow free;
Ophelia then is blest, and we
Misunderstand Her state.
The Fates may do whate'er they will,
They can't disturb her mind,
Insensible of good, or ill,
Ophelia is Ophelia still,
Be Fortune cross or kind.
Then make with reason no more noise,
Since what should give relief,
The quiet of Our mind destroys,
Or with a full spring-tide of joys,
Or a dead-ebb of grief.
(ll. 1-20, pp. 696-7)"
12306,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,,4674,Physiognomy,"",2009-09-14 19:36:49 UTC,"""Love, Thy image love, impart, / Stamp it on our face and heart""","Hence may all our actions flow,
Love the proof that Christ we know;
Mutual love the token be,
Lord, that we belong to Thee:
Love, Thy image love, impart,
Stamp it on our face and heart;
Only love to us be given,
Lord, we ask no other heaven.
"
12308,"","Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Impression,2005-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,,4676,"","",2009-09-14 19:36:49 UTC,"""Be I, O Thou my better part, / A seal impress'd upon Thy heart:""","Be I, O Thou my better part,
A seal impress'd upon Thy heart:
Should falling clouds with floods conspire,
Their waters could not quench love's fire;
Nor all in nature's treasury
The freedom of affection buy.
"
12309,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),Fetters,2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,2011-05-26,4677,"","",2011-05-26 18:21:12 UTC,"""In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind / The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind.""","In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind
The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind:
In vain with formal Laws we fence it round;
Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,
And to its own congenial Object flies,
Disdaining to be held with human Ties:
For tho' extorted Vows may oft controul
The Body, yet they cannot bind the Soul.
This certain Truth my tragic Tale displays;
Ye tender Parents, listen to my Lays;
Nor force your Children into Hymen's Chain,
For Titles, Honours, Dignities, or Gain:
Indulge them with a voluntary Choice,
As Love directs; for Love is Nature's Voice.
So shall they live secure from jealous Cares,
Divided Lodgings, and domestic Wars;
In mutual Bliss enjoy the married State,
Nor feel poor Isabel's unhappy Fate."
12310,•MIXED METAPHOR: I've included twice: Laws and Fence
•Although really this is some kind of Animal metaphor is it not?,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"",2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,,4677,"","",2009-09-14 19:36:49 UTC,"""In vain with formal Laws we fence it round; Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,""","In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind
The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind:
In vain with formal Laws we fence it round;
Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,
And to its own congenial Object flies,
Disdaining to be held with human Ties:
For tho' extorted Vows may oft controul
The Body, yet they cannot bind the Soul.
This certain Truth my tragic Tale displays;
Ye tender Parents, listen to my Lays;
Nor force your Children into Hymen's Chain,
For Titles, Honours, Dignities, or Gain:
Indulge them with a voluntary Choice,
As Love directs; for Love is Nature's Voice.
So shall they live secure from jealous Cares,
Divided Lodgings, and domestic Wars;
In mutual Bliss enjoy the married State,
Nor feel poor Isabel's unhappy Fate.
"
12327,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,,4683,Physiognomy,"",2009-09-14 19:36:51 UTC,"""To pleasures vain he steel'd his heart; / No room for them when God is there""","Wisely he chose the better part,
Sufferings with God's elect to share:
To pleasures vain he steel'd his heart;
No room for them when God is there.
"
12386,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Empire and Fetters,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2011-05-26,4696,"",LXXVI,2011-05-26 21:10:03 UTC,"""He knew, that vain was ev'ry Art, design'd / To check the Freedom of the humane Will; / That Restraints could shackle up the Mind, / Which, self-determin'd, kept her Empire still.""","He saw, that Nature thro' her wide Command,
O'er all her Works diffus'd one equal Smile,
Nor kept the Bounties of her lavish Hand,
Confin'd to this or that peculiar Soil:
He knew, that vain was ev'ry Art, design'd
To check the Freedom of the humane Will;
That no Restraints could shackle up the Mind,
Which, self-determin'd, kept her Empire still:
And in th' extended Scene of humane Race,
As varied were the Thoughts, as various was the Face!"
12388,"",HDIS,"",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,,4696,"","",2009-09-14 19:36:55 UTC,"In ""th' extended Scene of humane Race,"" Thoughts were ""as various [as] was the Face""","He saw, that Nature thro' her wide Command,
O'er all her Works diffus'd one equal Smile,
Nor kept the Bounties of her lavish Hand,
Confin'd to this or that peculiar Soil:
He knew, that vain was ev'ry Art, design'd
To check the Freedom of the humane Will;
That no Restraints could shackle up the Mind,
Which, self-determin'd, kept her Empire still:
And in th' extended Scene of humane Race,
As varied were the Thoughts, as various was the Face!
"
14254,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO and ECCO-TCP.",Metal,2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,,5313,"","",2014-03-12 19:30:06 UTC,"'To lock the breast, and steel th' obdurate heart, / Amid the piercing cries of sore distress / Impenetrable""","How doth it please and fill the memory
With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand
Historic urns and breathing statues rise,
And speaking busts! Sweet Scipio, Marius stern,
Pompey superb, the spirit-stirring form
Of Cæsar, raptur'd with the charm of rule
And boundless fame; impatient for exploits,
His eager eyes upcast, he soars in thought
Above all height: and his own Brutus see,
Desponding Brutus, dubious of the right,
In evil days of faith, of public weal,
Solicitous and sad. Thy next regard
Be Tully's graceful attitude; uprais'd,
His out-stretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak
Before the silent masters of the world,
And Eloquence arrays him. There behold,
Prepar'd for combat in the front of war,
The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands
In fearful expectation of the strife,
And youthful Rome intent: the kindred foes
Fall on each other's neck in silent tears;
In sorrowful benevolence embrace--
Howe'er, they soon unsheath the flashing sword,
Their country calls to arms; now all in vain
The mother clasps the knee, and ev'n the fair
Now weeps in vain; their country calls to arms.
Such virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rous'd;
Such were the Fabii, Decii; so inspir'd
The Scipios battled, and the Gracchi spoke:
So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these
Deep-musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame
Greatly to serve my country, distant land,
And build me virtuous fame; nor shall the dust
Of these fall'n piles with show of sad decay
Avert the good resolve, mean argument,
The fate alone of matter.--Now the brow
We gain enraptur'd; beauteously distinct
The num'rous porticos and domes upswell,
With obelisks and columns interpos'd,
And pine, and fir, and oak: so fair a scene
Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb
Of ancient Chammos, while his eye beholds
Proud Memphis' relics o'er the Ægyptian plain:
Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow,
Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath,
Along the windings of the Muse's stream,
Lucid Ilyssus, weeps her silent schools
And groves, unvisited by bard or sage.
Amid the tow'ry ruins, huge, supreme,
Th' enormous amphitheatre behold,
Mountainous pile! o'er whose capacious womb
Pours the broad firmament its varied light;
While from the central floor the seats ascend
Round above round, slow-wid'ning to the verge,
A circuit vast and high: nor less had held
Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms,
When drunk with rule she will'd the fierce delight,
And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-rush'd,
Before th' innumerable shouting crowd,
The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds,
Lions and tigers, wolves and elephants,
And desp'rate men, more fell. Abhorr'd intent!
By frequent converse with familiar death,
To kindle brutal daring apt for war;
To lock the breast, and steel th' obdurate heart,
Amid the piercing cries of sore distress
Impenetrable.--But away thine eye!
Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile
Perchance may now delight, while that, rever'd
In ancient days, the page alone declares,
Or narrow coin through dim cærulean rust.
The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof,
O'er thick-surrounding temples beaming wide,
Appear'd, as when above the morning hills
Half the round sun ascends; and tow'rd aloft,
Sustain'd by columns huge, innumerous
As cedars proud on Canaan's verdant heights
Dark'ning their idols, when Astarte lur'd
Too prosp'rous Israel from his living strength.
(cf. pp. 6-10 in 1740; cf. pp. 224-7 in Dodsley)"