work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3328,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,The countless gold of a merry heart
The rubies & pearls of a loving eye
The indolent never can bring to the mart
Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury,,8598,"","""The countless gold of a merry heart / The rubies & pearls of a loving eye / The indolent never can bring to the mart / Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3343,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again ""iron"" and ""heart""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,You say reserve & modesty he has
Whose heart is iron his head wood & his face brass
The Fox the Owl the Beetle & the Bat
By sweet reserve & modesty get Fat,,8616,"","""You say reserve & modesty he has / Whose heart is iron his head wood & his face brass.""",Metal,2013-09-23 17:24:52 UTC,"I've included the entire poem
VI. Satiric Verses and Epigrams, from Blake's Notebook"
5457,"",Searching internet for something else: http://www.english.upenn.edu/~mgamer/Etexts/barbauldessays.html,2005-09-03 00:00:00 UTC,"It is however easy to account for this enchantment. To follow the chain of perplexed ratiocination, to view with critical skill the airy architecture of systems, to unravel the web of sophistry, or weigh the merits of opposite hypotheses, requires perspicacity, and presupposes learning. Works of this kind, therefore, are not so well adapted to the generality of readers as familiar and colloquial composition; for few can reason, but all can feel, and many who cannot enter into an argument, may yet listen to a tale. The writer of Romance has even an advantage over those who endeavour to amuse by the play of fancy; who from the fortuitous collision of dissimilar ideas produce the scintillations of wit; or by the vivid glow of poetical imagery delight the imagination with colours of ideal radiance. The attraction of the magnet is only exerted upon similar particles; and to taste the beauties of Homer it is requisite to partake his fire: but every one can relish the author who represents common life, because every one can refer to the originals from whence his ideas were taken. He relates events to which all are liable, and applies to passions which all have felt. The gloom of solitude, the languor of inaction, the corrosions of disappointment, and the toil of thought, induce men to step aside from the rugged road of life, and wander in the fairy land of fiction; where every bank is sprinkled with flowers, and every gale loaded with perfume; where every event introduces a hero, and every cottage is inhabited by a Grace. Invited by these flattering scenes, the student quits the investigation of truth, in which he perhaps meets with no less fallacy, to exhilarate his mind with new ideas, more agreeable, and more easily attained: the busy relax their attention by desultory reading, and smooth the agitation of a ruffled mind with images of peace, tranquility, and pleasure: the idle and the gay relieve the listlessness of leisure, and diversify the round of life by a rapid series of events pregnant with rapture and astonishment; and the pensive solitary fills up the vacuities of his heart by interesting himself in the fortunes of imaginary beings, and forming connections with ideal excellence. ",,14584,"","""The attraction of the magnet is only exerted upon similar particles; and to taste the beauties of Homer it is requisite to partake his fire: but every one can relish the author who represents common life, because every one can refer to the originals from whence his ideas were taken""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:19 UTC,""
5498,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Of other woes my Infant Muse shall sing,
Woes, which from undeserv'd misfortunes spring,
Such as the generous and brave may fear,
Such as the noble mind hath felt severe.
There's many a breast which Virtue only sways,
In sad Captivity hath pass'd its days,
Unheeded to complain, by wretches bound,
In whose hard bosoms pity's seldom found,
(Fortune, to genuine Virtue often blind,
Smiles on the base, yet shuns the generous mind).
All ills attend his undelighted soul,
And restless thoughts impatient of controul,
Each new-born day each flatt'ring hope annoys,
For what is life, depriv'd of Freedom's joys?
The greedy Creditor, whose flinty breast
The iron hand of Avarice hath press'd,
Who never own'd Humanity's soft claim,
Self-interest and Revenge his only aim,
Unmov'd, can hear the Parent's heart-felt sigh,
Unmov'd, can hear the helpless Infant cry.
Nor age, nor sex, his rigid breast can melt,
Unfeeling for the pangs, he never felt.
Who scorns the balm of Pity to bestow,
Or sigh responsive for the Wretch's woe,
His hardy soul, unwilling to impart
The godlike feelings of a liberal heart,
Unpitying views the sable scene of Woe,
Nor wipes the pearly tear, he taught to flow.
Hard is the fate of him ordain'd to share,
The bold inquietudes of grief and care,
Peace (god-like maid) on lofty pinion flies,
Far from his breast, and seeks her native skies;
No more his mind with lenient art she cheers,
No more his drooping soul she fondly rears;
Of every friendly gleam of joy bereft,
Hope is the only comfort he has left;
Taught by her power, he every pang sustains,
And meekly learns to smile at all his pains;
Tho' to his lot unnumber'd woes are given,
He yields submissive, to all-judging Heaven.",,14715,"","""The greedy Creditor, whose flinty breast / The iron hand of Avarice hath press'd, / Who never own'd Humanity's soft claim""","",2009-09-14 19:41:43 UTC,""
5498,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Such are the griefs which claim the heart-felt sigh,
And force the feeling drop from Pity's eye:
Who can Humanity's soft power subdue,
Or who unmov'd, the Captive's misery view?
Where dwells the soul against Compassion steel'd,
Or who disdains the generous tear to yield?
If such there are, (forbid it, bounteous Heaven!)
May all their crimes hereafter be forgiven,
And may the injur'd Powers on them bestow,
That Pity, they refuse to others' woe.",,14717,"","""Where dwells the soul against Compassion steel'd, / Or who disdains the generous tear to yield?""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:43 UTC,""
5585,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"King.
O thou, to whose fury the nations are
But as dust! maintain thy servant's right.
Without thine aid, the twisted mail, and spear,
And forged helm, and shield of seven times beaten brass,
Are idle trophies of the vanquisher.
When confusion rages, when the field is in a flame,
When the cries of blood tear horror from heav'n,
And yelling death runs up and down the ranks,
Let Liberty, the charter'd right of Englishmen,
Won by our fathers in many a glorious field,
Enerve my soldiers; let Liberty
Blaze in each countenance, and fire the battle.
The enemy fight in chains, invisible chains, but heavy;
Their minds are fetter'd; then how can they be free,
While, like the mounting flame,
We spring to battle o'er the floods of death?
And these fair youths, the flow'r of England,
Vent'ring their lives in my most righteous cause,
O sheathe their hearts with triple steel, that they
May emulate their fathers' virtues.
And thou, my son, be strong; thou fightest for a crown
That death can never ravish from thy brow,
A crown of glory: but from thy very dust
Shall beam a radiance, to fire the breasts
Of youth unborn! Our names are written equal
In fame's wide trophied hall; 'tis ours to gild
The letters, and to make them shine with gold
That never tarnishes: whether Third Edward,
Or the Prince of Wales, or Montacute, or Mortimer,
Or ev'n the least by birth, shall gain the brightest fame,
Is in his hand to whom all men are equal.
The world of men are like the num'rous stars,
That beam and twinkle in the depth of night,
Each clad in glory according to his sphere;--
But we, that wander from our native seats,
And beam forth lustre on a darkling world,
Grow larger as we advance! and some perhaps
The most obscure at home, that scarce were seen
To twinkle in their sphere, may so advance,
That the astonish'd world, with up-turn'd eyes,
Regardless of the moon, and those that once were bright,
Stand only for to gaze upon their splendor!",,14909,"","""O sheathe their hearts with triple steel, that they / May emulate their fathers' virtues""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:42:15 UTC,""
5591,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-04-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wide
Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams!
In lucent words my darkling verses dight,
And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,
That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams:
All while the jocund hours in thy train
Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet;
And when thou yields to night thy wide domain,
Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain.",,14952,"","""In lucent words my darkling verses dight, / And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,""","",2009-09-14 19:42:23 UTC,""
5603,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""alloy"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"LEO.
""No, Edwitha--you have a native dignity of mind incapable of degradation or alloy.""
(III.xiii)",,14974,"","""No, Edwitha--you have a native dignity of mind incapable of degradation or alloy.""",Metal,2013-09-04 20:27:26 UTC,"Act III, scene xiii"
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:45:32 UTC,"In these abodes the unhappy individual, who, in the first paroxysm of grief, flies to them for refuge, finds too late she took a wrong step. The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.
(p. 78)",,20044,"","""The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.""",Metal,2013-03-23 19:45:32 UTC,Chapter XIII
5535,"",Searching in LION,2014-08-02 18:58:42 UTC,"As soon as he was perfectly awake, he strove to recollect his dreams. He thought that he heard people coming up the staircase that he had a glimpse of; that the door opened, and there entered a Warrior, leading a Lady by the hand, who was young and beautiful, but pale and wan: The man was dressed in complete armour, and his helmet down. They approached the bed; they undrew the curtains. He thought the man said,--Is this our child? The woman replied,--It is; and the hour approaches that he shall be known for such. They then separated, and one stood on each side of the bed; their hands met over his head, and they gave him a solemn benediction. He strove to rise and pay them his respects, but they forbad him; and the Lady said,--Sleep in peace, oh my Edmund! for those who are the true possessors of this apartment are employed in thy preservation: Sleep on, sweet hope of a house that is thought past hope!--Upon this, they withdrew, and went out at the same door by which they entered, and he heard them descend the stairs.--After this, he followed a funeral as chief mourner; he saw the whole procession, and heard the ceremonies performed. He was snatched away from this mournful scene to one of a contrary kind, a stately feast, at which he presided; and he heard himself congratulated as a husband, and a father: His friend William sat by his side; and his happiness was complete. Every succeeding idea was happiness without allay; and his mind was not idle a moment till the morning sun awakened him. He perfectly remembered his dreams, and meditated on what all these things should portend. Am I then, said he, not Edmund Twyford, but somebody of consequence in whose fate so many people are interested? Vain thought, that must have arisen from the partial suggestion of my two friends, Mr. William and old Joseph!
(pp. 60-61)",,24388,"","""Every succeeding idea was happiness without allay; and his mind was not idle a moment till the morning sun awakened him.""",Metal,2014-08-02 18:58:42 UTC,""