work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3615,Refinement,"Searching ""heart"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold,
Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be,
More pure than seven times refined Gold,
Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie
They are. It is the purity of Love
Which best of all its constancy can prove.",2011-12-21,9388,"","""Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are.""",Metal,2011-12-21 17:31:34 UTC,""
4141,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"But since the Vertues all, a lovely Train,
That raise the Soul, and beautifie the Man;
Depend upon the Judgment of the Mind,
Thence to the Will an easie Passage find,
And ripen into Action: Guard with Care
That bufie Part, from Clouds and Vapours clear,
With Art and Industry the Soul refine,
And let the Morn with all its Lustre in;
The Fates indeed obstruct the Noble Art:
The Search of Truths too long and Life too short:
Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day,
E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away;
The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun
The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:
In Darkness hid, it wanders far astray,
Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey,
And only range, where they direct the Way;
But tho' the Task be difficult and hard,
Despair not, Wisdom will the Toil reward:
The Globe with Objects fill'd, a vast Immense,
Breeds various Forms for Reason, and for Sense:
Seek not to know, or comprehend, the Whole,
But chuse the brightest Objects for the Soul.",,10665,"•I've included thrice: Fog and Mist, Dross, and Night and Day","""Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day, / E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away; / The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun / The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4564,Physiognomy,"Searching ""mind"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Engaging CYNTHIA's arm'd with every Grace;
Her lovely Mind shines chearful thro' her Face,
A sacred Lamp in a fair Crystal Case.
Not Venus-Star, the brightest of the Sphere,
Smiles so serene, or casts a Light so clear.
O happy Brother of this wondrous Fair!
The best of Sisters well deserves thy Care;
Her sighing Lovers, who in Crouds adore,
Wou'd wish thy Place, did they not wish for more.
What Angels are, when We desire to know,
We form a Thought by such as She below,
And thence conclude they're bright beyond Compare,
Compos'd of all that's Good, and all that's Fair.",,11987,"","""Her lovely Mind shines chearful thro' her Face, / A sacred Lamp in a fair Crystal Case.""",Optics,2011-07-15 14:17:56 UTC,""
6064,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"When Churchill enter'd on the critic war,
With thunder clothing his loud-crushing car;
Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart,
And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart;
With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd;
And, on his burnish'd armour, Genius beam'd:
Meanwhile, th' illumin'd spirit, from her throne
Beheld his course, and ""mark'd him for her own.""",,16062,"","""Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart, / And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart; / With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd.""",Metal,2013-10-12 03:43:24 UTC,""
6971,"",Reading,2011-06-23 19:02:41 UTC,"Such sure Rewards the happy Choice attend
Form'd on our Nature's Origin and End.
Pure from th' eternal Source of Being came
That Ray divine that lights the human Frame:
Yet oft, forgetful of it's heavenly Birth,
It sinks obscur'd beneath the Weight of the Earth:
Mechanic Pow'rs retard it's Flight, and hence
The Storms of Passion, and the Clouds of Sense:
'Tis Life's great task their Influence to controul,
And keep the native Splendor of the Soul:
From false Desires which wild Opinion frames,
From raging Folly's inconsistent Schemes,
To guard it safe by those unerring Laws,
That re-unite it to its first Great Cause.
To this bright Mark may all thy Actions tend,
And Heav'n succeed the Wishes of a Friend,
Whose faithful Love directs its tender Cares
Beyond the Flight of momentary Years:
Beyond the Grave, where vulgar Passions end,
To future Worlds it's nobler Views extend,
Which soon each Imperfection must remove.
And ev'ry Charm of Friendship shall improve.
'Till then, the Muse essays the tuneful Art,
To fix her moral Lesson on thy Heart,
Illume thy Soul with Virtue's brightest Flame,
And point it to that Heav'n from whence it came.
(ll. 39-64, pp. 20-1)",2013-06-04,18792,"","""Pure from th' eternal Source of Being came / That Ray divine that lights the human Frame: / Yet oft, forgetful of it's heavenly Birth, / It sinks obscur'd beneath the Weight of the Earth: / Mechanic Pow'rs retard it's Flight, and hence / The Storms of Passion, and the Clouds of Sense: / 'Tis Life's great task their Influence to controul, / And keep the native Splendor of the Soul.""","",2013-06-04 14:59:04 UTC,""
7402,"",Reading,2013-06-06 15:20:29 UTC,"And is devotion virtue? 'Tis compell'd:
What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like these?
Such contemplations mount us, and should mount
The mind still higher; nor ever glance on man
Unraptured, uninflamed.--Where roll my thoughts
To rest from wonders? Other wonders rise;
And strike where'er they roll: my soul is caught;
Heaven's sovereign blessings, clustering from the cross,
Rush on her in a throng, and close her round,
The prisoner of amaze! In His bless'd life
I see the path, and in His death the price,
And in His great ascent the proof supreme,
Of immortality.--And did He rise?
Hear, O ye nations! Hear it, O ye dead!
He rose! He rose! He burst the bars of death.
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
And give the King of Glory to come in!
Who is the King of glory? He who left
His throne of glory for the pang of death.
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
And give the King of glory to come in!
Who is the King of Glory? He who slew
The ravenous foe that gorged all human race!
The King of Glory, He whose glory fill'd
Heaven with amazement at His love to man;
And with Divine complacency beheld
Powers most illumined wilder'd in the theme!
(ll. 259-285, pp. 97-8 in CUP edition)",,20436,"","""And is devotion virtue? 'Tis compell'd: / What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like these?""","",2013-06-06 15:20:29 UTC,Night the Fourth
7984,"",Reading,2014-07-25 18:18:55 UTC,"And yet these passions which, on nature's plan,
Call out the hero while they form the man,
Warp'd from the sacred line that nature gave,
As meanly ruin as they nobly save.
The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires
With all its virtues, and with all its fires,
Led by these sirens to some wild extreme,
Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam;
Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky
Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.
But he whose active, unencumber'd mind
Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind,
Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow,
Like the bright orb that rises on the Po,
O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines,
And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.
(p. 154)",,24301,"","""But he whose active, unencumber'd mind / Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind, / Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow, / Like the bright orb that rises on the Po, / O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines, / And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.""",Metal,2014-07-25 18:18:55 UTC,""