work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4522,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again ""wax"" and ""thought""",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"May Love with tepid Rays your Frost unbind,
And chase this wintry Torpor from your Mind.
Tempests and Storms may break another's Rest,
Your Silence drives all Quiet from my Breast.
Like a Sea-calm, this still, this dead Serene
Portends more Danger than a Hurricane.
The Caves and Rocks, more civil to my Cry,
Will in fond Echos to my Plaints reply.
The Groves in gentle Whispers sigh again,
And babbling Fountains murmur to my Pain:
But you more deaf than Caverns, Rocks, or Trees,
With no kind Answer give a Lover Ease.
In vain you plead you have no Skill to write,
Let Love inspire, and Nature will indite,
E'er th'Art of Writing to Perfection grew,
Various rude Arts the untaught Ancients knew
To fix Ideas e'er they fled away,
And Images of Thought to Sight convey.
Brass, Wax, or Wood the Characters retain'd,
Some liv'd on Slates, and some the Canvas stain'd;
Some trac'd in Iv'ry, or engrav'd on Stone,
Or sunk in Clay, e're Biblo's Reed was known;
E're sacred Pergamus acquir'd a Name,
Or humble Charta gave to Egypt Fame.
The magic Tongues, here clad in mystic Shapes,
In Symbols lurkt of Fishes, Birds and Apes.
When Philomela cou'd not speak her Fate,
The silken Robes exprest her tragic State.",2011-11-24,11863,•INTEREST
•I've included eight times: Brass; Wax; Wood; Slates; Canvas; Ivory; Stone; Clay,"""Various rude Arts the untaught Ancients knew / To fix Ideas e'er they fled away, / And Images of Thought to Sight convey. / Brass, Wax, or Wood the Characters retain'd, / Some liv'd on Slates, and some the Canvas stain'd; / Some trac'd in Iv'ry, or engrav'd on Stone, / Or sunk in Clay, e're Biblo's Reed was known.""",Metal,2011-11-24 19:42:56 UTC,""
4523,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Her Heart must be harder than Steel
Not to soften with such a soft Muse;
'Twill soon make her Fortitude reel,
Sure Nisa can never refuse.",,11864,"","""Her Heart must be harder than Steel / Not to soften with such a soft Muse""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:36:19 UTC,""
4524,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Shine on, bright Nymph! and may your Charms subdue
As many Slaves as your great Grandsire slew.
Still may his godlike Virtues fire your Breast,
Still be his Image on your Mind imprest;
Be that the Mirror which you most admire,
Mortality itself can rise no higher.",,11865,•I've included twice: Impression and Mirror,"""Still be his Image on your Mind imprest; / Be that the Mirror which you most admire, / Mortality itself can rise no higher.""","",2009-09-14 19:36:20 UTC,""
4925,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Happy the Man, old Solon cry'd,
Who with his farm content,
Can smile at Croesus' pomp and pride,
From his low tenement.
Who can at freedom range the wood,
Or rest upon a rock;
Can at some fountain take his food,
Or tend his fleecy flock.
Harmless and innocent as they,
And free from clam'rous strife,
He reads or sings the time away,
And tastes the sweets of life.
Happy the man, say all the wise,
Who wears a chearful mien,
Scorns to be govern'd by the skies,
Or clouded by the spleen.
Whose thoughts, free, open, unconfin'd,
Are void of all deceit;
Where reason only rules the mind,
And keeps her God-like seat.
Smooth thro' his heart glides soft repose,
No storms that seat surprize;
Calm as the stream which by him flows,
Or cavern where he lies.
On Virtue's turret rais'd he stands,
And crowds beneath him sees;
Firm as a pile on rocky lands,
Sublime as cedar trees.
No dangers fright his steady soul,
Nor discompose his rest;
Let the earth shake, or thunders roll,
'Tis sun-shine in his breast.
Thus unconcern'd, Fabricius sat,
When Pyrrhus plac'd, unseen,
The monster arm'd in dreadful state,
Behind the Roman's screen.
Sedate, and steady as before,
He saw the beast appear,
And o'er his head, with hideous roar,
His great proboscis rear.
",,13218,"•BIO: phyiscian and poet of Frome, Somerset. Friend of Elizabeth. Rowe.
•Should I include twice? (Rule and Seat?) REVISIT.",Reason may rule the mind and keep her God-like seat,"",2009-09-14 19:37:58 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4926,"",Searching rule and reason in HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Had mournful Ovid been to Brent condemn'd,
His Tristibus more movingly he'd penn'd.
Gladly he wou'd have chang'd this miry lough,
For wat'ry Pontus, or the Scythian snow.
The Goths were not so barbarous a race,
As the grim natives of this dismal place.
Of reason wholly void, whom instinct rules,
Yet will be knaves, tho' nature made them fools;
A strange half human, and half beastly brood,
Of speech uncouth, and in their manners rude.
When they essay to speak, the mortals roar,
As loud as waves contending with the shoar.
Their widen'd mouth into a circle grows,
For all their vowels are but A's and O's.
The beasts have the same language, and the cow,
Seems like her owner's noisy voice to low.
The lamb to bah, taught by its keeper, trys,
And puppys learn to howl from children's crys,
It never yet cou'd be exactly stated,
What time o'th year this ball was first created,
Some plead for summer, but the wise bethought 'em,
That th' earth like other fruit was ripe in Autumn;
While gayer wits the vernal bloom prefer,
And think the finish'd world did first appear
I'th' youthful glory of the budding year.
But the black nole, and all the marshes round
(A sort of chaos, and unfinish'd ground,)
Were made in winter, one may safely swear,
For winter is the only season there.
",,13223,"•Strange, .... I find these lines (slightly altered) in William Diaper's ""A Letter From a Gentleman in Lincolnshire To His Friend at [illeg.]"" (also in HDIS). REVISIT.","The ""grim natives"" of East-Brent were of ""reason wholly void, whom instinct rules""","",2009-09-14 19:37:59 UTC,""
4935,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Hail! ye bleak mountains--lin'd with hidden store,
Fallacious wilds, concealing mines of ore;
Rich veins of calamine the desart fills
And lead the solid basis of thy hills:
Thus oft' disguis'd, in poverty we find
Bright genius sparkle thro' an humble mind.
What tho' no gold or diamonds gild the mine,
No glittering strata in the caverns shine;
Yet useful minerals, of various birth,
Lodge in the fruitful bowels of the earth.
Here savage scenes in wild confusion reign,
And desolating prospects fill the plain.
Thick fern in humble forests waves around,
And sable furzes darken all the ground.
Scatter'd some solitary trees appear,
And o'er the waste their haggard branches rear;
Whose naked fronts, like the stern Cyclops stand,
When they pursu'd Ulysses to the strand,
The wither'd tops confess eternal blight,
And hungry ravens on the branches light.",,13290,"•I've included twice: Mine and Gold. How many entries... Lead, Diamond, Calamine!
•Great poem. Part of a cluster that imagines poverty and mines together. INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.","""Thus oft' disguis'd, in poverty we find / Bright genius sparkle thro' an humble mind. / What tho' no gold or diamonds gild the mine, / No glittering strata in the caverns shine; / Yet useful minerals, of various birth, /Lodge in the fruitful bowels of the earth.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:38:05 UTC,""
4940,Sympathy; Magnetism,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-02-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Say what strange sympathy in kindred souls,
(Strong as the fam'd attraction of the poles,)
Governs the lover with magnetic force,
Inspires the passion, and directs its course;
Thro' life's dim curtain sheds the guiding ray,
Which to the destin'd union points the way.
She must be all that fancy can require,
To reign sole object of a Boyle's desire;",,13317,"","""Say what strange sympathy in kindred souls, / (Strong as the fam'd attraction of the poles,) / Governs the lover with magnetic force, / Inspires the passion, and directs its course""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:38:08 UTC,""
4941,"","Searching ""guest"" and ""breast"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Then thus Philantha, in whose breast
Good-nature is a constant guest,
I own I've heard before with pain
Some people call her proud and vain,
I know her well, yet ne'er could see
This mighty pride, and vanity.",,13321,"","""Then thus Philantha, in whose breast / Good-nature is a constant guest,""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:38:09 UTC,""
6991,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 16:55:05 UTC,"Beauteous Irene, say no more
Of Love, now I am safe at Shore:
Its Pleasures have so many Pains,
And leave such Stings behind,
That I'm resolv'd to quit the Chains,
And free my captive Mind.
",,18863,"","""[Love's] Pleasures have so many Pains, / And leave such Stings behind, / That I'm resolv'd to quit the Chains, / And free my captive Mind.""",Fetters,2011-07-14 16:55:05 UTC,""
7241,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 19:16:35 UTC,"This little Bird, when you receive,
An emblem of my heart believe.
Like him it wander'd wild and free,
Nor thought to lose its liberty.
The Bird indeed may wish to rove,
And once more flutter in the grove;
But cou'd I find some happy art,
In your fair breast to lodge my heart,
Pleas'd in that prison to remain,
I'd never wish to rove again.",,19739,"","""This little Bird, when you receive, / An emblem of my heart believe.""",Beasts,2012-04-29 19:16:50 UTC,""