work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3184,"",Reading Lonsdale's anthology,2009-09-14 19:33:33 UTC,"Poor Cornet is a quiet creature:
One reads his mind in every feature;
He ne'er makes mischief in the house,
Nor quarrels e'er but with a mouse,
But sits and purrs beside the fire,
For his ambition soars not higher.
(ll. 19-24, p. 185)",2013-10-04,8403,"Animals. A cat's mind is here figured!
Reviewed: 2007-05-16","""Poor Cornet is a quiet creature: / One reads his mind in every feature.""",Writing,2013-10-04 14:14:44 UTC,""
3408,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""machine"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-11-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Wherever Fortune points my destin'd way,
If my capricious stars ordain my stay
In gilded palace, or in rural scene,
While breath shall animate this frail machine,
My heart sincere, which never flatt'ry knew,
Shall consecrate its warmest wish to you.
A monarch compass'd by a suppliant crowd,
Prompt to obey, and in his praises loud,
Among those thousands who on smiles depend,
Perhaps has no disinterested friend.",,8699,"","""While breath shall animate this frail machine, / My heart sincere, which never flatt'ry knew, / Shall consecrate its warmest wish to you.""","",2013-06-12 17:45:53 UTC,""
4663,"",Reading,2009-09-14 19:36:46 UTC,"The Returned Heart
It must be mine! no other heart could prove
Constant so long, yet so ill-used in love.
How bruised and scarified! how deep the wound!
Senseless, of life no symptom to be found!
Can it be this, that left me young and gay?
Just in the gaudy bloom it fled away:
Unhappy rover! what couldst thou pretend?
Where tyrants reign, can innocence defend?
I'll vow thou art so altered, I scarce know
Thou art the thing, which Strephon sighed for so:
Look how it trembles! and fresh drops declare
It is the same, and he the murderer.
Thus lawless conquerors our town restore,
With the sad marks of their inhuman power;
No art, nor time, such ravage can repair;
No superstructure can these ruins bear.
(p. 177)",2011-05-20,12260,"","""How bruised and scarified! how deep the wound! / Senseless, of life no symptom to be found!""","",2011-05-20 15:42:46 UTC,I've included the complete poem
4663,"",Reading,2009-09-14 19:36:47 UTC,"The Returned Heart
It must be mine! no other heart could prove
Constant so long, yet so ill-used in love.
How bruised and scarified! how deep the wound!
Senseless, of life no symptom to be found!
Can it be this, that left me young and gay?
Just in the gaudy bloom it fled away:
Unhappy rover! what couldst thou pretend?
Where tyrants reign, can innocence defend?
I'll vow thou art so altered, I scarce know
Thou art the thing, which Strephon sighed for so:
Look how it trembles! and fresh drops declare
It is the same, and he the murderer.
Thus lawless conquerors our town restore,
With the sad marks of their inhuman power;
No art, nor time, such ravage can repair;
No superstructure can these ruins bear.
(p. 177)",2011-05-20,12261,"","""Thus lawless conquerors our town restore, / With the sad marks of their inhuman power; / No art, nor time, such ravage can repair; / No superstructure can these ruins bear.""",Empire,2011-05-20 15:45:09 UTC,I've included the complete poem
4666,"",HDIS,2004-01-05 00:00:00 UTC,"While mad Ophelia we lament,
And Her distraction mourn,
Our grief's misplac'd, Our tears mispent,
Since what for Her condition's meant
More justly fits Our Own.
For if 'tis happiness to be,
From all the turns of Fate,
From dubious joy, and sorrow free;
Ophelia then is blest, and we
Misunderstand Her state.
The Fates may do whate'er they will,
They can't disturb her mind,
Insensible of good, or ill,
Ophelia is Ophelia still,
Be Fortune cross or kind.
Then make with reason no more noise,
Since what should give relief,
The quiet of Our mind destroys,
Or with a full spring-tide of joys,
Or a dead-ebb of grief.
(ll. 1-20, pp. 696-7)",,12264,•I've included twice: Tide and Ebb,"""The quiet of Our mind destroys, / Or with a full spring-tide of joys, / Or a dead-ebb of grief. ""","",2009-09-14 19:36:47 UTC,I've included the entire poem.
4674,Physiognomy,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Hence may all our actions flow,
Love the proof that Christ we know;
Mutual love the token be,
Lord, that we belong to Thee:
Love, Thy image love, impart,
Stamp it on our face and heart;
Only love to us be given,
Lord, we ask no other heaven.
",,12306,"","""Love, Thy image love, impart, / Stamp it on our face and heart""","",2009-09-14 19:36:49 UTC,""
4676,"","Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Be I, O Thou my better part,
A seal impress'd upon Thy heart:
Should falling clouds with floods conspire,
Their waters could not quench love's fire;
Nor all in nature's treasury
The freedom of affection buy.
",,12308,"","""Be I, O Thou my better part, / A seal impress'd upon Thy heart:""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:36:49 UTC,""
4677,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind
The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind:
In vain with formal Laws we fence it round;
Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,
And to its own congenial Object flies,
Disdaining to be held with human Ties:
For tho' extorted Vows may oft controul
The Body, yet they cannot bind the Soul.
This certain Truth my tragic Tale displays;
Ye tender Parents, listen to my Lays;
Nor force your Children into Hymen's Chain,
For Titles, Honours, Dignities, or Gain:
Indulge them with a voluntary Choice,
As Love directs; for Love is Nature's Voice.
So shall they live secure from jealous Cares,
Divided Lodgings, and domestic Wars;
In mutual Bliss enjoy the married State,
Nor feel poor Isabel's unhappy Fate.",2011-05-26,12309,"","""In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind / The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 18:21:12 UTC,""
4677,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"In vain we forge coercive Chains, to bind
The strongest, noblest Passion of the Mind:
In vain with formal Laws we fence it round;
Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,
And to its own congenial Object flies,
Disdaining to be held with human Ties:
For tho' extorted Vows may oft controul
The Body, yet they cannot bind the Soul.
This certain Truth my tragic Tale displays;
Ye tender Parents, listen to my Lays;
Nor force your Children into Hymen's Chain,
For Titles, Honours, Dignities, or Gain:
Indulge them with a voluntary Choice,
As Love directs; for Love is Nature's Voice.
So shall they live secure from jealous Cares,
Divided Lodgings, and domestic Wars;
In mutual Bliss enjoy the married State,
Nor feel poor Isabel's unhappy Fate.
",,12310,•MIXED METAPHOR: I've included twice: Laws and Fence
•Although really this is some kind of Animal metaphor is it not?,"""In vain with formal Laws we fence it round; Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,""","",2009-09-14 19:36:49 UTC,""
4683,Physiognomy,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Wisely he chose the better part,
Sufferings with God's elect to share:
To pleasures vain he steel'd his heart;
No room for them when God is there.
",,12327,"","""To pleasures vain he steel'd his heart; / No room for them when God is there""","",2009-09-14 19:36:51 UTC,""