work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4815,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-17 00:00:00 UTC,"So we through Life with calm Content should roam,
Endure the Journey, not mistake our Home.
What here we reap is for Refreshment giv'n;
Convenient Stages in our Way to Heav'n:
What Taste of Happiness we find below,
Must from Religion's sacred Fountain flow;
When gentle Passions move obedient still,
And Reason rules, and Wisdom guides the Will.
This Soul-felt calm can ev'ry Ill remove,
And gives an Earnest of the Joys above,
Draws the bright Scene, unfolds the Gates of Bliss,
A Life celestial, and begun in this.
",,12871,"","The ""gentle Passions"" may move obedient still, reason rule, and wisdom guide the will","",2009-09-14 19:37:29 UTC,""
4816,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2009-09-14 19:37:29 UTC,"Thus bloom'd the Goddess in her Reign retir'd,
To Triumphs fell and fatal Fields unknown;
Her gentle Sway no sanguine Wreath requir'd;
In Halcyon Hearts she fix'd her friendly Throne.
(p. 104, ll. 81-84)",,12874,"","""Her gentle Sway no sanguine Wreath requir'd; / In Halcyon Hearts she fix'd her friendly Throne.""",Empire,2013-10-13 03:21:20 UTC,""
4836,"","Searching ""law"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Of all who breathe in Earth, in Air, or Tides,
Whom Reason governs, or whom Instinct guides,
Thro' Nature's Realms no Wretch like Man is found,
Who spurns her Barriers, and who breaks her Bound;
Still rushing lawless on, his headlong Mind
Leaves native Joy and gentle Peace behind:
He spreads the Snares of Fate in Fashion's Loom,
And, in each deep Refinement, digs his Tomb.
",,12913,"","Man, ungoverned by reason or unguided by Instinct, may rush lawless and headlong, leaving ""native Joy and gentle Peace behind""",Court,2009-09-14 19:37:32 UTC,""
4837,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Thrice happy Genius, in whose Soul conspire
The Statesman's Wisdom, and the Poet's Fire;
O Friend to Arts! revive our drooping Isle,
And make those Arts by thy Indulgence smile:
Ev'n here, thy Presence shall their Strength restore,
Tho' Congreve, Steele, Roscommon, are no more;
Tho' Morrice, modest, hides his heav'nly Strains,
And Britain's Senate noble Boyle detains;
Tho' Swift be dumb; for Swift Ierne weeps,
The Pride, the Parent of his Country, sleeps:
His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray,
And faintly warms the animated Clay:
Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave,
As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:
His living Lines shall mix their sacred Fire
In Nature's Blaze, and with thy Works expire.",,12915,•I've included twice: Cloud and Light,"""His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray, / And faintly warms the animated Clay: / Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:""",Light,2014-09-02 21:23:20 UTC,""
4837,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Thrice happy Genius, in whose Soul conspire
The Statesman's Wisdom, and the Poet's Fire;
O Friend to Arts! revive our drooping Isle,
And make those Arts by thy Indulgence smile:
Ev'n here, thy Presence shall their Strength restore,
Tho' Congreve, Steele, Roscommon, are no more;
Tho' Morrice, modest, hides his heav'nly Strains,
And Britain's Senate noble Boyle detains;
Tho' Swift be dumb; for Swift Ierne weeps,
The Pride, the Parent of his Country, sleeps:
His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray,
And faintly warms the animated Clay:
Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave,
As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:
His living Lines shall mix their sacred Fire
In Nature's Blaze, and with thy Works expire.",,12917,"•See previous: strange mixing of metaphors: Light, Weather, Ruins, Corpse.","""Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:""","",2009-09-14 19:37:32 UTC,""
4845,"","Searching ""bosom"" and ""mirrour"" (mirror) in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Thy Genius here in early Bloom appears
A hopeful Promise of thy riper Years.
If now thy Dawn of Thought such Light displays,
How strong the Lustre of thy Noon-tide Blaze?
The Morning Star thus, with a milder Ray,
Doth gently glimmer at the Gates of Day.
Unnumber'd Beauties in thy Grotto shine,
And Judgment triumphs in the fair Design;
The charming Incidents so aptly fall,
They look like Art, yet Nature shines through all.
Here mossy Mounds impending seem to swell,
That from their Veins effuse the gushing Rill;
The Rill o'er spangling Pebbles seems to glide,
With Shells of Amber glitt'ring at its Side,
That mid the Gloom reflect a Silver Ray,
As Planets twinkle in the Dusk of Day.
Angels' Ideas in thy Mind arose,
And whisp'ring Graces taught thee to dispose:
Nature's bright Mirrour in thy Bosom shone,
And she, with Blushes, saw herself outdone:
To you, profuse, she lavish'd all her Store
Of Matter freely, but of Fancy more.
Not all the Gems, which Indian Mines prepare,
Can with that Ruby in thy Soul compare:
Its bright'ning Blaze like Aaron's Breast shall shine,
Alike refulgent, and alike divine.
Delightful Earnest of my future Lays,
Which wake my Wonder and excel my Praise.
O could my Verse with equal Fervour flow!
My Bays immortal, mix'd with thine, should grow.
Beneath th'Indulgence of a Mother's Eyes,
Thy fruitful Genius early learn'd to rise:
The happy Influence on so rich a Soil
An Harvest yields, that crowns her tender Toil.
So where the Eastern Sun its Beams bestows,
The Brilliant brightens, and the Lilly glows.",,12931,"","""Nature's bright Mirrour in thy Bosom shone""","",2009-09-14 19:37:33 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4845,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Thy Genius here in early Bloom appears
A hopeful Promise of thy riper Years.
If now thy Dawn of Thought such Light displays,
How strong the Lustre of thy Noon-tide Blaze?
The Morning Star thus, with a milder Ray,
Doth gently glimmer at the Gates of Day.
Unnumber'd Beauties in thy Grotto shine,
And Judgment triumphs in the fair Design;
The charming Incidents so aptly fall,
They look like Art, yet Nature shines through all.
Here mossy Mounds impending seem to swell,
That from their Veins effuse the gushing Rill;
The Rill o'er spangling Pebbles seems to glide,
With Shells of Amber glitt'ring at its Side,
That mid the Gloom reflect a Silver Ray,
As Planets twinkle in the Dusk of Day.
Angels' Ideas in thy Mind arose,
And whisp'ring Graces taught thee to dispose:
Nature's bright Mirrour in thy Bosom shone,
And she, with Blushes, saw herself outdone:
To you, profuse, she lavish'd all her Store
Of Matter freely, but of Fancy more.
Not all the Gems, which Indian Mines prepare,
Can with that Ruby in thy Soul compare:
Its bright'ning Blaze like Aaron's Breast shall shine,
Alike refulgent, and alike divine.
Delightful Earnest of my future Lays,
Which wake my Wonder and excel my Praise.
O could my Verse with equal Fervour flow!
My Bays immortal, mix'd with thine, should grow.
Beneath th'Indulgence of a Mother's Eyes,
Thy fruitful Genius early learn'd to rise:
The happy Influence on so rich a Soil
An Harvest yields, that crowns her tender Toil.
So where the Eastern Sun its Beams bestows,
The Brilliant brightens, and the Lilly glows.",,12932,"","""Not all the Gems, which Indian Mines prepare, / Can with that Ruby in thy Soul compare: / Its bright'ning Blaze like Aaron's Breast shall shine, / Alike refulgent, and alike divine""","",2009-09-14 19:37:33 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4895,"",HDIS,2004-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Wide is the Field where MERIT tries her Force,
Painful the Steeps, and various is the Course;
When Nature starting, in her Fervor prides,
When Glory goads us, and when Virtue guides.
The Mimic Arts at first from Heav'n we stole,
To fill the fairest Mansions of the Soul;
On them Ambition to her Throne ascends,
Whilst ev'ry Kindred Grace her Queen attends;
By Turns approach her, and by Turns retire:--
The Muse is oft'nest near--her Notes inspire
The noblest Passions to the noblest Ends;
For Verse and Virtue were of old good Friends.
Hail sacred Art, distinguish'd and divine,
The sweetest sounding Trump of Fame is thine;
Thine are the Wreaths which Time shall ne'er decay,
When breathing Brass, when Marble waste away:
Immortal Register of all that's great,
Above the Strokes of Chance, the Frowns of Fate;
With Nature born, descending from the Sky,
With Worlds coeval, nor with Worlds shall die;
For ever young, who Time himself shall tire,
And smile secure, amid the general Fire.
Great Queen of Harmony, who guides the Spheres,
Who weds the circling Orbs, who rules the Years;
Thy Magic sways the Mind, and charms the Thought,
And all the Soul's by thy Enchantment caught.
When Hope, when Fear, when Love, when Anguish stand,
And Terror takes her Tremor from thy Hand,
When Pity melts us at thy potent Call,
And, at thy Nod, the Passions rise and fall.
",,13134,"","Man stole the ""Mimic Arts at first from Heav'n ... To fill the fairest Mansions of the Soul""","",2009-09-14 19:37:48 UTC,""
4895,"",HDIS,2004-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Wide is the Field where MERIT tries her Force,
Painful the Steeps, and various is the Course;
When Nature starting, in her Fervor prides,
When Glory goads us, and when Virtue guides.
The Mimic Arts at first from Heav'n we stole,
To fill the fairest Mansions of the Soul;
On them Ambition to her Throne ascends,
Whilst ev'ry Kindred Grace her Queen attends;
By Turns approach her, and by Turns retire:--
The Muse is oft'nest near--her Notes inspire
The noblest Passions to the noblest Ends;
For Verse and Virtue were of old good Friends.
Hail sacred Art, distinguish'd and divine,
The sweetest sounding Trump of Fame is thine;
Thine are the Wreaths which Time shall ne'er decay,
When breathing Brass, when Marble waste away:
Immortal Register of all that's great,
Above the Strokes of Chance, the Frowns of Fate;
With Nature born, descending from the Sky,
With Worlds coeval, nor with Worlds shall die;
For ever young, who Time himself shall tire,
And smile secure, amid the general Fire.
Great Queen of Harmony, who guides the Spheres,
Who weds the circling Orbs, who rules the Years;
Thy Magic sways the Mind, and charms the Thought,
And all the Soul's by thy Enchantment caught.
When Hope, when Fear, when Love, when Anguish stand,
And Terror takes her Tremor from thy Hand,
When Pity melts us at thy potent Call,
And, at thy Nod, the Passions rise and fall.",,13135,"","Ambition may ascend to her Throne ""Whilst ev'ry Kindred Grace her Queen attends""","",2009-09-14 19:37:48 UTC,""
4895,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Or stoop, with Locke, the Gleams of Thought to scan,
The Infant's dawning Ray, the Noon of Man;
Whose Logic Line the Depths of Reason found,
It's vast Expanse, it's close contracted Bound;
Whose guiding Hand th'ideal Blank explores,
And opens wide the Senses' various Doors,
Thro' which the thronging Thoughts their Passage find,
In social Tribes, and stock the peopled Mind;
Where Fancy, Judgment, Passion, soar so high,
That Wit and Arts, and Vanity supply.
Opinions, there, their hostile Schemes commence,
And wage an endless War with Truth and Sense.
",,13152,"•I've included thrice: Gleam, Ray, Noon","One may ""stoop, with Locke, the Gleams of Thought to scan, / The Infant's dawning Ray, the Noon of Man""","",2009-09-14 19:37:50 UTC,""