id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
15268,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Empire,2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,,5729,"","",2014-07-28 03:54:02 UTC,"""Her sickly mind / Was ill at ease, though seated on the throne / of affluence and plenty.""","But she was not content. Her sickly mind
Was ill at ease, though seated on the throne
Of affluence and plenty. She could see
Another's happiness was thrice her own,
And she had little reason to rejoice,
Cut off from sweet society, and lost
To all but Elmer. He was old and grave.
He little relish'd the gay mood of youth,
And she as little relish'd his. She sigh'd
From morn to noon, from noon to latest night,
From night to morn. The good man saw concern'd,
But sought the reason of her grief in vain.
She pin'd and he was sad.
"
15275,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2012-04-03,5732,"","",2012-04-03 20:53:21 UTC,"""'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still / To ruin man, besets the female heart, / Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames / The hungry passions, that like arid flax / Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze."""," ""Doubtless"" said he: ""O it delights me much
""To find such sense in woman, she can see
""The fatal tendency of tales like these.
""'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still
""To ruin man, besets the female heart,
""Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames
""The hungry passions, that like arid flax
""Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze.
""The passions heated, reason strives in vain;
""Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul
""Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent
""To turn and wind it in a world of sin.""
"
15276,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); Found again searching ""empire"" and ""reason"" (8/16/2004)",Empire,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2012-04-03,5732,"","",2012-04-03 20:47:17 UTC,"""The passions heated, reason strives in vain; / Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul / Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent / To turn and wind it in a world of sin.""","""Doubtless"" said he: ""O it delights me much
""To find such sense in woman, she can see
""The fatal tendency of tales like these.
""'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still
""To ruin man, besets the female heart,
""Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames
""The hungry passions, that like arid flax
""Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze.
""The passions heated, reason strives in vain;
""Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul
""Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent
""To turn and wind it in a world of sin.""
"
15279,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-02-10 00:00:00 UTC,,5729,"","",2009-09-14 19:43:14 UTC,"""With a soldier's care / He plan'd the conquest of Ophelia's heart/ and won it""","Mean-time the ball
Returning monthly drew her to the town.
A stranger saw her, and she won his heart.
He gain'd access, and led her to the dance.
An officer he was, and she was pleas'd
To win a hero. Many a flatt'ring speech
He made, and sooth'd her too-attentive ear.
For he had heard of Elmer's wealth and age,
And knew Ophelia was an only niece.
He too was poor. The gamester's rattling box
And the dear pleasures of a tawdry miss
Had left him nothing. With a soldier's care
He plan'd the conquest of Ophelia's heart
And won it. With reluctance she withdrew
To Elmer's lonely house, disgusted more
At solitude and him.
"
15281,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Writing,2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,2012-04-03,5732,"","",2012-04-03 20:56:06 UTC,"""'Tis God's decree engrav'd upon the heart / To make us wait with patience, till he comes, / Undraws the curtain, and dispels the gloom, / And takes us to his bosom, and rewards / Our constancy and truth.""","""What reads my child?"" he cried; ""some tender ""tale
""Of virtuous suff'ring?"" Startled at the voice,
She shut her book, and wiping her warm cheek
Put it away disorder'd. ""Let me see,""
Said Adriano kindly; ""let me see
""What tale has pow'r to wring exhausted grief
""To such a flood of woe!"" He seiz'd the book,
And found it Werter's Sorrows. ""Aye, my child,
""A wretched tale, but not to be believ'd.
""O pestilent example, to describe
""As worthy pity and the fair one's tears
""Deeds by no arguments to be excus'd.
""Who kills himself, involves him in the guilt
""Of foulest murder. True, no written law
""Commands our strict forbearance; but be sure
""The laws of nature are the laws of God;
""And he, who said Thou shalt not murder, made
""This universal law that binds our hands
""From mischief to ourselves. Else why so strong
""The love of being and the fear of death?
""Why stands the tortur'd sick on the grave's brink,
""And trembles to step in? Why linger I,
""Assur'd that nothing painful waits me there?
""'Tis God's decree engrav'd upon the heart
""To make us wait with patience, till he comes,
""Undraws the curtain, and dispels the gloom,
""And takes us to his bosom, and rewards
""Our constancy and truth. That mortal then,
""Who shuns the suff'rance of impending ills,
""Is cowardly and rash. For what more rash
""Than wilfully to spoil a noble work
""God made, and said, let live? What more betrays
""Rank cowardice, than tim'rously to shake
""And fly distracted at a foe's approach?
""Can there be aught more painful, than to lose
""An amiable wife? in one short hour
""To fall from affluence and joy and peace,
""To poverty and grief? Can there be felt
""Heavier misfortune, than to lose a son,
""And find myself a beggar at his death;
""Forc'd into solitude without a friend,
""And only one poor little weeping child
""To be the sad companion of my grief?
""Yet am I living still, and kiss the hand
""That smote me so severely. Tell me not
""That life has pains too heavy to support.
""Look towards Calvary, and learn from thence
""The noblest fortitude is still to bear
""Accumulated ills, and never faint.
""We may avoid them, if we can with honour;
""But, God requiring, let weak man submit,
""And drink the bitter draught, and not repine.
""Had Cato been a Christian, he had died
""By inches, rather than have ta'en the sword
""And fall'n unlike his master."""
15292,•C-H takes from Poems (1808),"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Metal,2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,,5732,"","",2009-09-14 19:43:16 UTC,"""'And these my sisters had not hearts of steel, / 'And might be griev'd at my delay""","""Then hear,"" said Gilbert. ""To this spot I came,
""Intending hurt to none. From the loud surge
""But ill escap'd, and climbing the rude cliff
""Through a steep moulder'd gap, at a small hut
""Belonging to the fisher and his son,
""I found this suit, and chang'd it for my own
""All dripping wet. Soon as the tempest ceas'd
""I left the hut thus clad, and tow'rds the wood
""Came with all speed, well knowing these my friends
""And these my sisters had not hearts of steel,
""And might be griev'd at my delay. I saw,
""Just as my weary feet had reach'd this spot,
""This lovely maid upon that bench asleep.
""I saw, and was refresh'd; but had not gaz'd
""A moment's space, ere yonder villain came,
""Thy friend; and I retir'd, and unperceiv'd
""Beheld the dev'lish antic at his wiles.
""I knew his purpose, (for the outward act
""Gives true assurance of the inward mind,)
""And burning with impatience stood awhile,
""Till he all passion seiz'd the helpless maid
""Alone and sleeping, and with touch profane
""Thought to have feasted on those crimson lips
""And that vermilion cheek. I sprung to help her
""And sure my arm had more than usual strength,
""For with one blow I fell'd him to the earth,
""And set the captive free. She fled alarm'd,
""And hardly stay'd to cast one thankful look
""On him who sav'd her--but that gracious smile
""Repays me well. The shameless villain rose,
""And, cursing me by ev'ry name above,
""Ran at my life. The second blow you saw,
""Which plung'd him headlong in the miry brook.
""And if an act like this can need defence,
""I stand prepar'd to give it; for be sure,
""Had it been Fred'rick I had done the same,
""And Fred'rick had deserv'd it."""
15298,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Mirror,2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,,5742,"","",2013-08-23 16:46:40 UTC,"""Or novelty, fair pleasure's youthful queen, / Gives fresh allurements to each splendid scene, / To these, in fancy's varying mirror shown, / Amusement charms with beauties not its own.""","If such the texture luxury has thrown
O'er scenes confin'd to ruder man alone,
What shall we find them when the gentler fair
Mix with the band and every pleasure share?--
Not those bold dames who join the rustic train,
Chear the staunch hound, the fiery courser rein;
Or those to point the feather'd shaft who know,
And joy ""to bear, and draw the warrior bow.""
O may Britannia's nymphs such arts despise,
Content alone to conquer with their eyes!
For Omphale as ill the lion's spoil
Becomes, as Hercules the distaff's toil;
But such as haunt the seats of courtly fame,
Where female charms the first attention claim,
And their contending powers the arts employ
To ravish every sense with every joy.--
The splendid theatre's refulgent round,--
With pomp, with elegance, with beauty crown'd.--
Not that I mean whose homelier scenes invite
To tales of grief, of humour, of delight,
Where Shakespear's honied style enthralls the ear,
Wakes the loud laugh, or draws the heart-felt tear--
Shakespear! ador'd in these degenerate days,
To whom we hymns inscribe, and temples raise,
Worship his image, and neglect his plays.--
Ah! who the evening's festal hours will quit
For scenes of tragic woe or comic wit?--
Scenes of a purer polish must engage
The loose attention of a courtly age;
Scenes where satiric point ne'er gives offence,
Or verse disturbs its placid stream with sense;
Where from Hesperian fields the eunuch train
Trill with soft voice the unimpassion'd strain,
In measur'd cadence while the dancers art
Wakes without words the feelings of the heart.
Delightful joys! of universal power,
Suited to every taste and every hour,
Since the loose drama no connexion ties,
And all may judge who trust their ears and eyes.--
See in majestic swell yon festive dome,
Like the Pantheon of imperial Rome,
And where as many fabled forms unite,
Visions of bliss or demons of affright.
Or, sought in vernal hours, that ampler space
Where beauty's steps the eternal circle trace,
And midnight revelry delights her soul
With breezes redolent of tea and roll,
In fragrant steam while thro' the crouded room
The Arabian berry yields its rich perfume,
And 'mid the murmurs of the mingled throng
Unheeded music swells the slighted song;
Or, Lent's delight, the Oratorio dull,
Of yawning connoisseurs and coxcombs full;
When, plays profane deny'd, our ears explore
The pious freaks of Alexander's whore;
The rout repeated with incessant call,
The formal concert, and the mirthless ball.--
Say is this joy?--Yes, to the virgin's heart
First stung by potent love's resistless smart;
Who 'mid the empty croud of silken beaux
Her glance on one distinguish'd fav'rite throws;
Yes, to the insidious wretch whose guilty care
Hunts artless virtue into vice's snare,
Whose every thought and action is address'd
To wound a parent's or a husband's breast,
Or that more gross tho' less pernicious tribe
Who venal beauty's joyless favors bribe;
Yes, to the rural nymph of distant plains
Who three sweet months of charming London gains;
Yes, to the youth escap'd from smoke and trade
To shew the western town his stol'n cockade:--
To these, where passion gently soothes the breast,
Or vice affords their joys a guilty zest;
Or novelty, fair pleasure's youthful queen,
Gives fresh allurements to each splendid scene,
To these, in fancy's varying mirror shown,
Amusement charms with beauties not its own.--
To all the rest, with listless mind who fly
To midnight crouds from languor's leaden eye,
To the full circle run from home-felt care,
Then start to meet the ghastly spectre there,
The night of revel wears as dull away
As to th' o'erlabor'd hind the tedious day.--
Of these our joys how transient then the state,
Since still disgust must on possession wait!
Pleasure we all pursue with eager pace,
Yet lose the quarry when we lose the chace;
Thro' fancy's medium when our view we bend,
Ten thousand charms the ideal form attend;
Shewn plainly to our disappointed eyes
The enchantment breaks, and every beauty flies.--
The sprightly boy who draws in shadowy plan
The future pleasures of the envied man,
His father's hounds in all his brothers views,
And warm a visionary fox pursues;
Or else, like Hecat', mounted on a broom
His fancied racer spurs around the room;
Tho' airy phantoms then his mind employ,
Yet then he feels more true substantial joy
Than all the sports of ripen'd age shall gain
From Meynell's hunt, or fam'd Newmarket's plain."
19915,"CRAZY! USE IN ENTRY: ""This is not said figuratively.""",Reading,Fetters,2012-08-14 14:32:46 UTC,,5681,Meta-Metaphorical,"",2012-08-14 14:33:41 UTC,"""When the sharp iron wounds his inmost soul, / And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll; / Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire, / No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?""","When the fierce Sun darts vertical his beams,
And thirst and hunger mix their wild extremes;
When the sharp iron * wounds his inmost soul,
And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll;
Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire,
No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?
[...]
* This is not said figuratively. The writer of these lines has seen a complete set of chains, fitted to every separate limb of these unhappy, innocent men; together with instruments for wrenching open the jaws, contrived with such ingenious cruelty as would shock the humanity of an inquisitor.
(ll. 171-6, p. 13, p. 106 in Wood)"
19916,"",Reading,"",2012-08-14 14:43:21 UTC,,5681,"","",2012-08-14 14:43:21 UTC,"""In Reason's eye, in Wisdom's fair account, / Your sum of glory boasts a like amount; / The means may differ, but the end's the same; / Conquest is pillage with a nobler name.""","And thou, WHITE SAVAGE! whether lust of gold,
Or lust of conquest, rule thee uncontrol'd!
Hero, or robber!--by whatever name
Thou plead thy impious claim to wealth or fame;
Whether inferior mischiefs be thy boast,
A petty tyrant rifling Gambia's coast:
Or bolder carnage track thy crimson way,
Kings disposses'd, and Provinces thy prey;
Panting to tame wide earth's remotest bound;
All Cortez murder'd, all Columbus found;
O'er plunder'd realms to reign, detested Lord,
Make millions wretched, and thyself abhorr'd;----
In Reason's eye, in Wisdom's fair account,
Your sum of glory boasts a like amount;
The means may differ, but the end's the same;
Conquest is pillage with a nobler name.
Who makes the sum of human blessings less,
Or sinks the stock of general happiness,
No solid fame shall grace, no true renown,
His life shall blazon, or his memory crown.
(ll. 211-30, pp. 107-8 in Wood)"
19917,"",Reading,"",2012-08-14 14:49:06 UTC,,5681,"","",2012-08-14 14:49:06 UTC,"""On feeling hearts she [Mercy] sheds celestial dew, / And breathes her spirit o'er th' enlighten'd few; / From soul to soul the spreading influence steals, / Till every breast the soft contagion feels.""","And see, the cherub Mercy from above,
Descending softly, quits the sphere of love!
On feeling hearts she sheds celestial dew,
And breathes her spirit o'er th' enlighten'd few;
From soul to soul the spreading influence steals,
Till every breast the soft contagion feels.
She bears, exulting, to the burning shore
The loveliest office Angel ever bore;
To vindicate the pow'r in Heaven ador'd,
To still the clank of chains, and sheathe the sword;
To cheer the mourner, and with soothing hands
From bursting hearts unbind th' Oppressor's bands;
To raise the lustre of the Christian name,
And clear the foulest blot that dims its fame.
(ll. 263-176, p. 109 in Wood)"