id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
14306,"",Ruling Passion,,"The master-passion may be concealed ""but on great occasions,... It will break forth, and loudly tell the world / What fermentation often works the soul""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching HDIS for ""master passion""","",5330,"ELPINUS.
In common instances we may conceal
The master-passion; but on great occasions,
Too strongly irritated to lie still,
It will break forth, and loudly tell the world
What fermentation often works the soul,
When it pretends to smile, and be composed.
Sylvia relaxed at length from violence;
And the storm ended in a shower of tears,
Which on her lover's face the fair-one shed.
Precious and salutary were the tears;
They flowed from love; and by it's magick influence,
They hastened the recovery of Amyntas.
Opening his eyes, he fetched a heavy sigh;
The heavy sigh, issuing from pain and languor,
Was by his Sylvia's balmy mouth received;
Her breath impregnated, and sent it back
Fraught with the cheering seeds of life, and joy.
And now his heart beats with it's usual vigour;
And now his eye resumes it's former lustre.
But can the most enthusiastick poet
Describe their bliss in that transporting moment
He to a second life was now restored;
A second life, how different from the past!
The past was saddened with despair, and death,
But this was brightened with propitious love.
And what must then have been the fair-one's feelings?
She who before concluded she had caused
Her swain to rush upon untimely death,
Found him to perfect being now restored;
And by the influence of her sympathy,
Life's sweetest pleasures opening to his view;
Which she with him was destined to enjoy.
Ye who have been Cupid's warm votaries,
Form in imagination, if you can,
The inward workings of this tender scene.
No--they elude imagination's power;
Fancied they cannot be; much less recited.
These feelings are the great originals,
The incommunicable strokes of nature;
Existing only where she first impressed them;
They lose their life in the cold copyist's hand;
Their spirit is too fine to bear transfusion.
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19465,Inhabitants,"",,"""Had Bethlehem's star, of humble swains the guide; / Of souls, unclouded with pedantick pride; / On thee benighted, beamed, with friendly ray, / With all the light of evangelick day; / Ideas, in thy brain, had held no dance / Of anarchy, thou citizen of France!""",2012-01-19 18:12:40 UTC,"Searching ""dance"" and ""idea"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",6117,"Had Bethlehem's star, of humble swains the guide;
Of souls, unclouded with pedantick pride;
On thee benighted, beamed, with friendly ray,
With all the light of evangelick day;
Ideas, in thy brain, had held no dance
Of anarchy, thou citizen of France!
The whole creation frets an impious mind;
To enemies, unjust, to friends, unkind.","",2012-01-19 18:12:40 UTC
23080,Empire,"",,"""Nay, with romantick soul, he pities all, / Whome'er it is his chance to see, / Who are not in her heart enthroned, as he, / Imaginary monarch of this earthly ball!""",2013-10-26 21:35:07 UTC,Reading in LION,"",6112,"Well-pleased, in fancy he surveys,
With fancy's mimick tint pourtrays
The fate elysian of the swain,
Who, stranger to his nymph's disdain,
Feels the true zest of Cupid's reign,
His lasting joys enhanced by momentary pain.
Oh! energy of bliss! transporting days!
Superiour far to my aspiring lays!
The fair-one rules with magic sway!
And what strange miracles her spell obey!
His path of life is decked with flowers;
Rapid, and rosy are his hours;
With spirit flushed, he knows no fears:
Knows none but rapture's, and compassion's tears;
For generous love expands the mind,
And bids it glow for all the human kind.
He shines with graces not his own;
His voice assumes a soft, harmonious tone;
Envious the men, and charmed, the fair,
Remark his easy, lively, gallant air:
For happy in himself, his manners tend
Others to please, and to befriend.
Conscious of his unrivalled state,
Whom can he dread; whom can he hate?
Nay, with romantick soul, he pities all,
Whome'er it is his chance to see,
Who are not in her heart enthroned, as he,
Imaginary monarch of this earthly ball!
(ll. 455-482)","",2013-10-26 21:35:07 UTC