id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
13776,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",Impression,2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,,5098,"","",2009-09-14 19:39:11 UTC,"""Soft pity may touch the manly Breast, / And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest""","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."
13890,"•I've included thrice: Usurpation, Rule and Subjection, Magic Wand",Gale's Eighteenth Century Collections Online (ECCO).,"",2004-05-24 00:00:00 UTC,2005-08-17,5110,"","",2009-09-14 19:39:26 UTC,"""Delusion o'er my Mind usurps Command, / And rules each Sense with Fancy's magic Wand.""","And if, when Cynthia, rob'd in paler Light,
Revists Mortals, and directs the Night,
My weary'd Strength the general Slumber shares,
The Soul reflecting wakes to all her Cares:
Delusion o'er my Mind usurps Command,
And rules each Sense with Fancy's magic Wand.
One Moment Tidings of Forgiveness brings,
Descending Mercy spreads her Cherub Wings;
Our Guards are vanish'd, ev'ry Grief effac'd.--
O Bliss supreme!--but too supreme to last;
Ere Words can find their Way, the Vision's past:
It fleets, I call it back,--it will not hear,
And fearful Shadows in it's [sic] Place appear.
The unrelenting Queen stalks fiercely by,
Fate oon her Brow, and Fury in her Eye.
[...]
(p. 4)"
13906,There was a duplicate entry: I deleted it.,"HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Throne,2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,2012-05-29,5175,"","",2012-05-29 14:01:53 UTC,"""By tyrants awed, who never find / The passage to their people's mind; / To whom the joy was never known / Of planting in the heart their throne.""","Swift through the regions of the sky,
Above the reach of human eye,
Onward she drove the furious blast,
And rapid as a whirlwind past,
O'er countries, once the seats of taste,
By time and ignorance laid waste;
O'er lands, where former ages saw
Reason and truth the only law;
Where arts and arms, and public love,
In generous emulation strove;
Where kings were proud of legal sway,
And subjects happy to obey,
Though now in slavery sunk, and broke
To superstition's galling yoke;
Of arts, of arms, no more they tell,
Or freedom, which with science fell:
By tyrants awed, who never find
The passage to their people's mind;
To whom the joy was never known
Of planting in the heart their throne;
Far from all prospect of relief,
Their hours in fruitless prayers and grief
For loss of blessings they employ
Which we unthankfully enjoy.
"
13913,•Churchill switches between senses of court. USE in entry.
•I've included twice: Court and Monarch,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP.,Court and Inhabitants,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,,5175,"",Book IV,2014-06-30 16:29:13 UTC,"""The Senses all must homage pay; / Hither They all must tribute bring, / And prostrate fall before their King.""","Within the brain's most secret cells,
A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells
Of sov'reign pow'r, whom One and All,
With common Voice, We REASON call;
Tho', for the purposes of Satire,
A name in Truth is no great Matter,
JEFFERIES or MANSFIELD, which You will,
It means a Lord Chief Justice still.
Here, so our great Projectors say,
The Senses all must homage pay,
Hither They all must tribute bring,
And prostrate fall before their King.
Whatever unto them is brought,
Is carry'd on the wings of Thought
Before his throne, where, in full state,
He on their merits holds debate,
Examines, Cross-examines, Weighs
Their right to censure or to praise;
Nor doth his equal voice depend
On narrow Views of foe and friend,
Nor can or flattery or force
Divert him from his steady course;
The Channel of Enquiry's clear,
No sham Examination's here.
(pp. 133-4; cf. pp. 156-7, ll. 125-148 in 1933 ed.)"
18774,"",Reading,"",2011-06-23 04:14:59 UTC,,6964,"","",2011-06-23 04:14:59 UTC,"""Ye faithless Idols of our Sense, / Here own how vain your fond Pretence, / Ye empty Names of Joy!""","Ye pale Inhabitants of Night,
Before my intellectual Sight
In solemn Pomp ascend:
O tell how trifling now appears
The Train of idle Hopes and Fears
That varying Life attend.
Ye faithless Idols of our Sense,
Here own how vain your fond Pretence,
Ye empty Names of Joy!
Your transient Forms like Shadows pass,
Frail Offspring of the magic Glass,
Before the mental Eye.
The dazzling Colours, falsely bright,
Attract the gazing vulgar Sight
With superficial State:
Thro' Reason's clearer Optics view'd,
How stript of all it's Pomp, how rude
Appears the painted Cheat.
(pp. 80-1)"
18778,"",Reading,"",2011-06-23 16:34:40 UTC,,6965,"","",2011-06-23 16:39:17 UTC,"""If by the Day's illusive Scenes misled, / My erring Soul from Virtue’s Path has stray'd; / Snar'd by example, or by Passion warm'd, / Some false Delight my giddy Sense has charm'd, / My calmer Thoughts the wretched Choice reprove, / And my best Hopes are center'd in thy Love.""","While Night in solemn Shade invests the Pole,
And calm Reflexion soothes the pensive Soul;
While Reason undisturb'd asserts her Sway,
And Life’s deceitful Colours fade away:
To Thee! all-conscious Presence! I devote
This peaceful Interval of sober Thought.
Here all my better Faculties confine,
And be this Hour of sacred Silence thine.
If by the Day's illusive Scenes misled,
My erring Soul from Virtue’s Path has stray'd;
Snar'd by example, or by Passion warm'd,
Some false Delight my giddy Sense has charm'd,
My calmer Thoughts the wretched Choice reprove,
And my best Hopes are center'd in thy Love.
Depriv'd of this, can Life one Joy afford!
It's utmost Boast a vain unmeaning Word.
But ah! how oft' my lawless Passions rove,
And break those awful Precepts I approve!
Pursue the fatal Impulse I abhor,
And violate the Virtue I adore!
Oft' when thy better Spirit's guardian Care
Warn'd my fond Soul to shun the tempting Snare,
My stubborn Will his gentle Aid represt,
And check’d the rising Goodness in my Breast,
Mad with vain Hopes, or urg'd by false Desires,
Still'd his soft Voice, and quench'd his sacred Fires.
(ll. 1-26, pp. 31-2)"
18787,"",Reading,"",2011-06-23 17:36:42 UTC,,6969,"","",2011-06-23 17:36:42 UTC,"""But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung, / In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung: / The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow, / As warm consenting Tempers here below.","In what blest clime, beneath what fav'ring Skies,
Did thy fair Form, propitious Friendship rise?
With mystic Sense, the Poet's tuneful Tongue
*Urania's Birth in glitt'ring Fiction sung.
That Paphos first her smiling Presence own'd,
Which wide diffus'd it's happy Influence round,
With Hands united, and with Looks serene,
Th' attending Graces hail'd their new-born Queen;
The Zephyrs round her wav'd their purple Wing,
And shed the Fragrance of the breathing Spring;
The rosy Hours, advanc'd in silent Flight,
Led sparkling Youth, and ever new Delight.
Soft sigh the Winds, the Waters gently roll,
A purer Azure vests the lucid Pole,
All Nature welcom'd in the beauteous train,
Amd Heav'n and Earth smil'd conscious of the Scene.
But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung,
In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung:
The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow,
As warm consenting Tempers here below:
While one Attraction Mortal, Angel, binds,
Virtue, which forms the Unison of Minds:
Friendship her soft harmonious Touch affords,
And gently strikes the sympathetic Chords,
Th' agreeing Notes in social Measures roll,
And the sweet Concert flows from Soul to Soul.
(ll. 15-40, pp. 16-17)
*There were two VENUSES among the Ancients; one called PANDEMUS, to whom they attributed the Love of wild disorderly Pleasures; the other nam'd URANIA, the Patroness and Inspirer of Friendship, Knowledge, and Virtue."
18798,"",Reading,Inhabitants,2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,,6973,"","",2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,"""In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice, / Attends each mental Pow'r.""","The Midnight Moon serenely smiles,
O'er Nature's soft Repose;
No low'ring Cloud obscures the Sky,
No ruffling Tempest blows.
Now ev'ry Passion sinks to Rest,
The throbbing Heart lies still:
And varying Schemes of Life no more
Distract the lab'ring Will.
In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice,
Attends each mental Pow'r:
Come dear Emilia, and enjoy
Reflexion's fav'rite Hour.
(pp. 65-66)"
18889,"Deleted and reattached: Record created on 2004-06-17 00:00:00 UTC. Record last updated on 2009-09-14 19:39:16 UTC. Last reviewed 2005-08-17. The duplicate entries were numbered 5110 and 5113; I moved this metaphor from 5113.
Confirmed in ECCO. ",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),Eye,2011-07-15 14:48:59 UTC,2005-08-17,5110,"","",2013-11-13 04:55:20 UTC,"""Bear back, false Winchester, thy proffer'd Bliss, / Weigh Crowns and Kingdoms with a deed like this, / Far, far too light in Wisdom's eye they seem, / Nor shake the scale, while Reason holds the beam.""","The Priest this morn, with ev'ry Art endu'd,
Th'accursed purpose hath again renew'd;
""Be ours,"" he cries, ""our better Faith embrace,
""And live Preserver of your falling Race.
""Tho' yet misled, stand forth the Child of Rome,
""The Queen, in mercy, will avert your doom.""
Merciful Queen!--Yet since thus greatly kind,
Tell us what mercy shall th'Apostate find?
Thy royal mandate may decide our fates,
But Peace alone on conscious Duty waits;
Who wars against it, does the work of hell,
And arms a demon he can never quell;
Whose shafts receiv'd, search the wide globe around,
Nor herb, nor balsam heals the fatal wound.
Bear back, false Winchester, thy proffer'd Bliss,
Weigh Crowns and Kingdoms with a deed like this,
Far, far too light in Wisdom's eye they seem,
Nor shake the scale, while Reason holds the beam.--
And can the, Guilford, deem me sunk so low,
So fondly wedded to this world of woe,
To think her bounty would my fears entice
To purchase fleeting breath at such a price?
Which when obtain'd, the poor precarious toy
A thousand ills might weaken, or destroy?--
No--Since I'm sworn a Sister to Mischance,
Let the Clouds gather, let the Storm advance,
Unmov'd, its bursting horrors I'll defy,
And steady to my Faith a Martyr die.
For Life's, alas! too like the transient Rose,
Which oft is blasted the same day it blows;
Its beauty from the wind a blight receives,
Or some foul canker taints its crimson Leaves!
Nor judge it hard to fall an early Flow'r,
Rescu'd perchance from some tempest'uous Shower,
From noxious Vapours arm'd with force to kill,
The noontide Sunbeam, or the ev'ning's Chill.
Howe'er the thought appal, Death's gloomy road
By ev'ry mortal foot must once be trod!
Deep thro' the vale of tears Man's journey lies,
And sorrow best prepares him for the Skies!--
O then, my Husband, I conjure thee, hear,
If Suffolk's Daughter e'er to Thee was dear,
By ev'ry wish of happiness to come,
By ev'ry hope beyond the mould'ring Tomb;
If anxious that thy better fame should soar,
And shine applauded when the man's no more:
Let not the wily Churchman win thine ear,
Or sooth thy weakness by his fraudful care;
But arm'd with Constancy's unfailing shield,
As God's own soldier valiant, scorn to yield.
So when Religion, stript of each disguise,
In ancient purity again shall rise,
To her true throne once more shall be restor'd,
And rule by Reason, stronger than the Sword,
(vol. II, pp. 20-4)
"
19785,"",Reading,Court and Rooms,2012-05-29 14:06:20 UTC,,5175,"",Book IV,2012-05-29 14:06:20 UTC,"""With these grave fops, whose system seems / To give up certainty for dreams / The eye of man is understood / As for no other purpose good / Than as a door, through which, of course, / Their passage crowding objects force; / A downright usher, to admit / New-comers to the court of Wit."""," With these grave fops, who (bless their brains!)
Most cruel to themselves, take pains
For wretchedness, and would be thought
Much wiser than a wise man ought
For his own happiness, to be;
Who what they hear, and what they see,
And what they smell, and taste, and feel,
Distrust, till Reason sets her seal,
And, by long trains of consequences
Ensured, gives sanction to the senses;
Who would not, Heaven forbid it! waste
One hour in what the world calls Taste,
Nor fondly deign to laugh or cry,
Unless they know some reason why,--
With these grave fops, whose system seems
To give up certainty for dreams
The eye of man is understood
As for no other purpose good
Than as a door, through which, of course,
Their passage crowding objects force;
A downright usher, to admit
New-comers to the court of Wit:
(Good Gravity! forbear thy spleen,
When I say wit, I wisdom mean)
Where, (such the practice of the court,
Which legal precedents support)
Not one idea is allow'd
To pass unquestion'd in the crowd,
But ere it can obtain the grace
Of holding in the brain a place,
Before the chief in congregation
Must stand a strict examination."