theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""And give me back my heart again, / And oh! instruct the roving guest, / No more to wander from my breast.""",3388,Inhabitants,"Searching ""heart"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8670,2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,2013-06-04 15:52:35 UTC,2013-06-04,"","""Belinda, since I cannot move,
Thy icy breast to joy and love,
Since all my grief and all my care,
Serve but to heighten my despair;
Make some requital for my pain,
And give me back my heart again,
And oh! instruct the roving guest,
No more to wander from my breast.",""
Wandering,"""[W]hen the mind is absent, and the thoughts are wandering to something else than what is passing in the place in which we are, we are often miserable""",5640,Inhabitants,"Searching ""mind"" in Liberty Fund OLL",15076,2005-08-18 00:00:00 UTC,2013-06-04 16:43:39 UTC,,"","Whilst our minds are taken up with the objects or business before us, we are commonly happy, whatever the object or business be; when the mind is absent, and the thoughts are wandering to something else than what is passing in the place in which we are, we are often miserable.
(p. 22)","Book I. Preliminary Considerations, Chapter 6. Human Happiness"
"","""With thee among the haunted groves / The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves, / O let me find her here!""",6942,Inhabitants,Reading,18703,2011-06-16 20:22:31 UTC,2011-06-16 20:22:48 UTC,,"These personifications are more like deifications... I've not been consistent about including them in thedatabase, I'm afraid. ","With thee among the haunted groves
The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves,
O let me find her here!
For she can time and space controul,
And swift transport my fleeting soul
To all it holds most dear!
(p. 159)
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"","""For these, if I forget my patron's praise, / While bright ideas dance upon my mind, / Ne'er may these eyes behold auspicious days, / May friends prove faithless, and the Muse unkind.""",7171,Inhabitants,"Searching ""dance"" and ""idea"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19462,2012-01-19 17:37:10 UTC,2014-03-09 15:00:44 UTC,,CITED in ENTRY,"Thanks to the generous hand that plac'd me here,
Fast by the fountains of the silver Cray,
Who leading to the Thames his tribute clear,
Through the still valley winds his secret way.
Yet from his lowly bed with transport sees
In fair exposure noblest villas rise,
Hamlets embosom'd deep in antient trees,
And spires that point with reverence to the skies.
O lovely dale! luxuriant with delight!
O woodland hills! that gently rising swell;
O streams! whose murmurs soft repose invite;
Where peace and joy and rich abundance dwell.
How shall my slender reed your praise resound
In numbers worthy of the polish'd ear?
What powers of strong expression can be found
To thank the generous hand that plac'd me here:
That gave each requisite of blissful life;
Sweet leisure in sequester'd shades of Kent,
The softening virtues of a faithful wife,
And competence well sorted with content.
For these, if I forget my patron's praise,
While bright ideas dance upon my mind,
Ne'er may these eyes behold auspicious days,
May friends prove faithless, and the Muse unkind.
(pp. 70-1)",""
"","""And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"" ",7769,Inhabitants,Reading,23192,2013-11-14 03:49:54 UTC,2013-11-14 03:49:54 UTC,,"","III.
""And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream
""With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove;
""Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove
""A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream;
""Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled,
""The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!""
And when to sooth my soul, that hop'd and trembled.
The dissonance ceas'd, and all seem'd calm and bright;
When France, her front deep-scar'd and gory,
Conceal'd with clust'ring wreaths of glory;
When insupportably advancing,
Her arm made mock'ry of the warrior's ramp,
While, timid looks of fury glancing,
Domestic treason, crush'd beneath her fatal stamp,
Writh'd, like a wounded dragon in his gore;
Then I reproach'd my fears that would not flee,
""And soon (I said) shall wisdom teach her lore
""In the low huts of them that toil and groan!
""And conqu'ring by her happiness alone,
""Shall France compel the nations to be free,
""Till love and joy look round, and call the earth
""their own!""
(pp. 15-16)",""