work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5098,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"From the dark Horrors of a prison's cave,
Where all is cheerless as the doleful grave;
The chain'd Andromache pours forth her grief,
And ev'n from Pyrrhus now implores relief.
If e'er soft pity touch'd thy manly Breast,
And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest,
O take compassion on my deep-felt woe,
""'Tis what the happy to th'unhappy owe.""
Too dire alas! to see my Hector dead,
Why dost thou show'r more sorrows on my Head?
Why am I lock'd in this lone Dungeon's cell,
To moan unpity'd? all my suff'rings tell
To heedless walls, that cannot know my pain,
Nor hear Affliction's sorrowing Child complain?
Was it my fault that Hector warr'd with thee?
Why then thy wrath impetuous spent on me?
Yet let me still thy rage unbounded feel,
No more, no longer, for myself I kneel!
--Some friendly Pow'r avert the barb'rous Deed,
For ah I tremble lest my Infant bleed!
Soon as Aurora had unveil'd the Day,
And to my prison sent a hateful ray,
Thy savage Ministers relentless came,
In right of war Astyanax to claim;
At my loud grief no pity they express'd,
But tore the helpless Infant from my Breast.
Yet worse--with impious joy the Ruffians said,
""This night shall find him number'd with the dead.""
My Infant die! forbid it Pow'rs above,
And from Despair call back maternal Love.",,13776,"","""Soft pity may touch the manly Breast, / And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:39:11 UTC,""
5098,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel,
That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel
A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart,
Nor thro' my soul keen pangs of Sorrow dart.
O'er me that hour kind Heav'n thy influence cast,
No--rather let that moment be my last.
What moment? say! alas have I decreed
My Son to Death, my only Born to bleed?
Ah cruel Mother! but more cruel Vows,
Plighted to Hector! Thou more cruel Spouse!
Yet Vows of Love extend but to the Grave--
Why doubt I then my darling Child to save!
Why solace to myself refuse to give!
Vanish my Fears, Astyanax shall live:
And Nature's sacred impulse be obey'd,
In spite of Hector, and the Vows I've made.
Forbear--ah whither is my Reason fled?
Or with my Hector is my Passion dead?
Are these the means (oh Shame) I take to prove
A Faith unshaken, and a constant Love?
--Then let the Mother with destroying Breath,
Devote her Infant to untimely Death;
Let me, forgetful of my Sex, resign
Each mild resolve--and cruelty be mine!
Ah no--ye bloody Thoughts from me remove,
Is this the Language of maternal Love?
Oh my Astyanax, oh all that's dear,
For whom now gushes this unbidden Tear:
When thou art lost, again my Hector bleeds,
To deep-felt woe, still deeper woe succeeds:
Again Despair will torture ev'ry vein,
And all my sorrows past commence again.",,13780,"","""Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel, / That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel / A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:39:12 UTC,""
5255,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""seal"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in ECCO-TCP. Confirmed in ECCO.",2005-04-17 00:00:00 UTC,"WITH falsehood lurking in thy sordid breast,
And perj'ry's seal upon thy heart imprest,
Dar'st thou, Oh Christian! brave the sounding waves,
The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied graves?
Regardless of my woes securely go,
No curse-fraught accents from these lips shall flow;
My fondest wish shall catch thy flying sail,
Attend thy course, and urge the fav'ring gale:
May ev'ry bliss thy God confers be thine,
And all thy share of woe compris'd in mine.
(p. 76; p. 3 in 1766 ed.)",,14156,"","""WITH falsehood lurking in thy sordid breast, / And perj'ry's seal upon thy heart imprest, / Dar'st thou, Oh Christian! brave the sounding waves, / The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied graves?""",Impressions,2014-03-13 03:43:23 UTC,""
5255,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ECCO-TCP. Confirmed in ECCO.",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"With blood illustrious circling thro' these veins,
Which ne'er was chequer'd with plebeian stains,
Thro' ancestry's long line ennobled springs,
From fame-crown'd warriors and exalted kings:
Must I the shafts of infamy sustain?
To slav'ry's purposes my infant train?
To catch the glances of his haughty lord?
Attend obedient at the festive board?
From hands unscepter'd take the scornful blow?
Uproot the thoughts of glory as they grow?
Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel;
Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel:
Ah! guide thy steps from yon expecting fleet,
Thine injur'd YARICO relenting meet:
Bid her recline woe-stricken on thy breast,
And hush her raging sorrows into rest:
Ah! let the youth that sent the cruel dart,
Extract the point invenom'd from her heart:
The peace he banish'd from this mind recall,
And bid the tears he prompted cease to fall.
Then while the stream of life is giv'n to flow,
And sable hue o'erspread this youthful brow;
Or curl untaught by art this woolly hair,
So long, so long to me shalt thou be dear.
(pp. 82-3, cf. pp. 14-15 in 1766 ed.)",,14168,"","""Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel; / Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel.""",Metal,2014-03-13 03:49:03 UTC,""
6370,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""seal"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,"""Take the bloody seal I give thee,
Deep impressed upon thy soul;
God, thy God will now receive thee,
Faith hath sav'd thee, thou art whole.""
Grace Divine, &c.",,16842,"","""Take the bloody seal I give thee, / Deep impressed upon thy soul.""",Impressions,2011-06-25 02:57:41 UTC,""
7752,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-11-10 05:08:40 UTC,"In Judah's soil the tree of knowledge grew,
Whose fruit unsound, yet specious to the view,
Entrusted to the treacherous Levite's care,
Fell, ere it ripen'd, in that baleful air;
Relentless Cowards! with a brutal hand
Urging their fraudful progress thro' the land,
O'er Nature's parting agonies they trod,
And slaughter'd millions in the name of God,
Each right of arms infringing, nor forbore
To dip their reeking blades in infant gore;
Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call
Opes the dread volume of her laws to all,
Bewail'd them darken'd by so strong a taint;
That none discern'd the villain from the saint.
(pp. 237-8)",,23149,"","""Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call / Opes the dread volume of her laws to all.""",Writing,2013-11-10 05:08:40 UTC,""
7752,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-11-10 05:10:32 UTC,"Ye happier times of innocence and truth,
Pleasing instructors of my thoughtless youth,
When none the image of his God belied,
No Minions crouch'd beneath a Sultan's pride,
No wealth ensnar'd, no poverty distress'd,
No ruffians plunder'd, and no kings oppress'd;
Tho' doom'd to grovel in a baser age,
Will I from Memory's enchanting page
Retrace your scatter'd annals.--When of old
Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd
Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove,
Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove,
Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest
Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast,
No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd,
Astrea's self her own decrees maintain'd.
(p. 239)",,23150,"","""When of old / Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd / Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove, / Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove, / Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest / Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast, / No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd, / Astrea's self her own decrees maintained.""",Impressions and Writing,2013-11-10 05:10:32 UTC,""
7752,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-11-10 05:11:30 UTC,"Where-e'er we search the vast instructive page
Of Fact, or Fiction, we in every age
See Saints impal'd and tortur'd at the stake
Thro' fervent zeal, and for Religion's sake;
Murders and sorceries, and Men, whose heart
Ne'er prompted one humane, one generous part,
While some vain Mortal, arbiter os ill,
Govern'd the rest; at whose imperious will
Millions of slaughter'd Heroes bit the dust
To soothe a Tyrant's pride, a Strumpet's lust;
Till loathing both the present, and the past,
We learn this melancholy truth at last;
""On Life's rough sea by stormy passions tost,
""Freedom and Virtue were together lost.""
(p. 241)",,23151,"","""On Life's rough sea by stormy passions tost, / Freedom and Virtue were together lost.""","",2013-11-10 05:11:30 UTC,""
7752,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-11-10 05:12:35 UTC,"Yet what regards it or the world, or me,
How Fame awards her posthumous decree,
If man, unconscious of her loudest breath,
Sleep a cold tenant of the vale of death?
Let the delirious Siamois compute
How Sommonokodon his worshipp'd brute,
Thro' being's long progressive stages trod,
Began an Ox, and ended in a God.
Our fleeting souls let the weak Samian trace
In birds, in beasts, and all the finny race;
These baseless structures, fictions light and vain,
Coin'd in the foldings of an idle brain,
To their absurd inventors I resign,
They are not in the Church's creed, or mine.
(p. 250)",,23152,"","""These baseless structures, fictions light and vain, / Coin'd in the foldings of an idle brain, / To their absurd inventors I resign, / They are not in the Church's creed, or mine.""",Coinage,2013-11-10 05:12:35 UTC,""
5255,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP; confirmed in ECCO.,2014-03-13 03:37:32 UTC,"But thou, fair stranger, cam'st with gentler mind
To shun the perils of the wrecking wind.
Amidst thy foes thy safety still I plan'd,
And reach'd for galling chains the myrtle band:
Nor then unconscious of the secret fire,
Each heart voluptuous throb'd with soft desire:
Ah pleasing youth, kind object of my care,
Companion, friend, and ev'ry name that's dear!
Say, from thy mind canst thou so soon remove
The records pencil'd by the hand of love?
How as we wanton'd on the flow'ry ground
The loose-rob'd Pleasures danc'd unblam'd around:
Till to the sight the growing burden prov'd,
How thou o'ercam'st—and how, alas! I lov'd!
Too fatal proof! since thou, with av'rice fraught,
Didst basely urge (ah! shun the wounding thought!)
That tender circumstance—reveal it not,
Lest torn with rage I curse my fated lot:
Lest startled Reason abdicate her reign,
And Madness revel in this heated brain:
That tender circumstance—inhuman part—
I will not weep, tho' serpents gnaw this heart:
Frail, frail resolve! while gushing from mine eye
The pearly drops these boastful words belie.
Alas! can sorrow in this bosom sleep,
Where strikes ingratitude her talons deep?
When he I still adore, to nature dead,
For roses plants with thorns the nuptial bed?
Bids from the widow'd couch kind Peace remove,
And cold Indiff'rence blast the bow'r of Love?
What time his guardian pow'r I most requir'd,
Against my fame and happiness conspir'd!
(pp. 80-1, cf. pp. 11-13 in 1766 ed.)",,23699,INTERESTING VARIANT in 1806: pencil'd/graven.,"""Say, from thy mind canst thou so soon remove / The records pencil'd by the hand of love?""",Writing,2014-03-13 03:44:15 UTC,""