text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"This verse, O gentle Hamilton! be thine,
(Each softer grace bedew thy darling shrine);
Nature to thee did her best gifts impart,
The mildest manners and the warmest heart;
Honour erected in thy breast its throne,
And kind Humanity was all thy own.
Yet when thy country's wrong to action moved,
You rose to save, and left that ease you loved;
For this she grieves thy early fate to see;
And 'midst her sufferings finds a tear for thee.
But thou perhaps hast well escaped her doom,
Thy eyes are closed, nor sees her ills to come;
Abandon'd o'er, to shameless men a prey,
And slow, deceiving friends, far worse than they;
The kindred triumph of thy noble blood,
Thy name enroll'd amidst the few that stood.
Fair, beaming clear, through life, the patriot flame,
And deaf to honours that begun in shame;
Each duty paid that friendship could demand;
Each nobler deed to save a destin'd land.
An age, corrupt amidst the civil storm,
Would suffer struggling Virtue to perform;
To fix his country, ever free, he tried--
Found the brave labour vain, resigned, and died.
(cf. p. 259 in 1760 ed.)",2014-08-20 04:14:08 UTC,"""Honour erected in thy breast its throne, / And kind Humanity was all thy own.""",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-01-12,Throne,I've included the entire poem,"Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8482,3232
"The Prince, O'Neil and Sullivan,
Edward Burke and Donald the man,
Just from the foot of Corradail,
In Campbell's boat they did set sail,
And landed in the isle of Ouia,
From South Uist not far awa',
And there they stayed a few nights;
But constantly were in sad plights:
For armed boats still passing by,
They knew not where to hide or ly.
Charles, O'Neil and a sure guide,
Went thence unto Rushness to hide;
But was not there above nights two,
Till information was all thro',
Where he lodged at Rushness,
Which trusty Donald did distress:
So he, that night, with Sullivan
Set sail, to save him if they can,
And got him once more safe on board;
But wind and rain upon him pour'd:
So at Ushness point they shelter took,
And lodg'd under a clifted rock.
This storm it did the whole day blow,
And then at night they came to know
Of a party, distant, but miles two:
So to sea again they're forced to go.
And as they steer'd to Loch Boisdale,
One of the sailors a swearing fell,
He saw a boat full of Marines,
Which prov'd a rock at some distance.
Cry'd, Hardy weather, and ship about,
Then to Celie-stella that night they put.
On next day Donald spy'd afar,
Two sail of English men of war;
Yet here they stayed for some days,
And could not rest in any ways.
Hearing captain Scot on shore was come
At Kilbride, two miles off from them.
Thus now they all were forc'd to part,
Their Prince went off with heavy heart,
And with him took none but O'Neil,
Whose heart he found as true as steel.
Two shirts apiece, for baggage they took,
Tied up into a wallet or pock,
Around the Prince's neck and shoulder,
Like master and man they trudge together.
So here we leave them for a while
In lonesome caves and mountains wild.",2009-09-14 19:33:41 UTC,"""And with him took none but O'Neil, / Whose heart he found as true as steel""",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8637,3363
"No hidden Murmure swells the Archer's Heart,
While each with Gladness acts his proper Part.
No factious Strife, nor Plots, the Bane of States,
Give Birth to Jealousies or dire Debates:
Nor less their Pleasure who Obedience pay,
Good Order to preserve, as those who sway.
O smiling Muse, full well thou knows the Fair;
Admire the Courteous, and with Pleasure share
Their Love with him that's generous and brave,
And can with manly Dignity behave;
Then haste to warn thy tender Care with Speed,
Lest by some Random-shaft their Hearts may bleed.
Yon dangerous Youths both Mars and Venus arm,
While with their double Darts they threat and charm;
Those at their Side forbid invading Foes,
With vain Attempt true Courage to oppose;
While Shafts mair subtile, darted from their Eye,
Thro' softer Hearts with silent Conquest fly.",2009-09-14 19:36:07 UTC,"Shafts more subtile, may be darted from the Eye and ""Thro' softer Hearts with silent Conquest fly""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•Ramsay has at least two poems about archers!,"Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11660,4425
"But we return to view the Band,
Under the regular Command
Of ane wha arbitrarly sways,
And makes it Law whate'er he says:
Him Honour and true Reason rule,
Which makes Submission to his Will
Nae Slav'ry, but a just Delight,
While he takes care to keep them right;
Wha never lets a Cause depend
Till the Pursuer's Power's at End;
But, like a Minister of Fate,
He speaks, and there's no more Debate:
Best Government, were Subjects sure
To find a Prince fit for sic Pow'r.
",2009-09-14 19:36:10 UTC,"A man may be ruled by ""Honour and true Reason,"" ""Which makes Submission to his Will / Nae Slav'ry, but a just Delight"" ",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11691,4439
" Thanks to my frank ingenious Friend;
Your Present's most gentile and kind,
Baith rich and shining as your Mind;
And that immortal laurell'd Pow,
Upon the Gem sae well design'd
And execute, sets me on Low.
The heavenly Fire inflames my Breast,
Whilst I unweary'd am in quest
Of Fame, and hope that Ages niest
Will do their Highland Bard the Grace,
Upon their Seals to cut his Crest,
And blythest Strakes of his short Face.
Far less great Homer ever thought
(When he, harmonious Beggar! sought
His bread throu' Greece) he should be brought,
Frae Russia's Shore by Captain[1] Hugh,
To Pictland Plains, sae finely wrought
On precious Stone, and set by you.
",2009-09-14 19:36:10 UTC,"""Your Present's most gentile and kind, / Baith rich and shining as your Mind""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,"","•Footnote: ""Captain Hugh Eccles, Master of a fine Merchant Ship, which he lost in the unhappy Fire at Petersburg.""
•Cross-reference: Lovibond's poem on ""A Fine Antique Seal"" ","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11692,4440
"Some charm with their Descent and some with their face
Some inchant with a Manner & some with a Grace
Some only wish Riches to engage them for Life
while others value nothing but wit in a wife
But in my dear choice all excellencys shine
and point her out sprung from a source thats divine
Tho ane Enemie captive I viewed your desert
which darted a conquest on my yielding heart
and now without Blushing I own you my choice
since a Brother consenting gives cause to rejoyce
and since my heart vanquished no longer is mine
accept on and cherisht as I will do thine.
",2013-10-31 05:42:06 UTC,"""Tho ane Enemie captive I viewed your desert / which darted a conquest on my yielding heart""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,"",Can't find in ECCO. ,"Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11846,4512
"For when Aurora weeps the balmy dew,
(And dreams, as rev'rend dreamers tell, are true)
Sir George my shoulder slaps, just in the time
When some rebellious word consents to rhyme:
Sudden my verses take the rude alarm,
New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm:
I start, I stare, I question with my eyes;
At once the whole poetic vision flies.
Up, up, exclaims the Knight; the season fair;
See how serene the sky, how calm the air;
Hark! from the hills the cheerful horns rebound,
And echo propagates the jovial sound;
The certain hound in thought his prey pursues,
The scent lies warm, and loads the tainted dews,
I quit my couch, and cheerfully obey,
Content to let the younker have his way;
I mount my courser, fleeter than the wind,
And leave the rage of poetry behind.
But when, the day in healthful labour lost,
We eat our supper earn'd at common cost;
When each frank tongue speaks out without control,
And the free heart expatiates o'er the bowl;
Though all love prose, my poetry finds grace,
And, pleased, I chant the glories of the chace.
(p. 160)",2011-07-14 21:02:34 UTC,"""Sudden my verses take the rude alarm, / New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-07-14,Coinage,"•I've included twice: Mint and Coin
","Searching ""fancy"" and ""coin"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""mint""",16719,6321
"  Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son,
Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear;
Such Erskine is, who laid the Purple down,
Whom Britain's Senate shall with Pleasure hear:
And He, who now retires, with Honour crown'd,
To the soft Cares of his Paternal Ground.",2011-07-14 20:27:08 UTC,"""Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son, / Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear.""",2011-07-14 20:27:08 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chains"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18872,6996
"There is a certain pleasing force that binds,
Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds.
Tempers oppos'd each may itself control,
And melt two varying natures in one soul.
This made two brothers different humours hit,
Tho' one had probity, and one had wit.
Of sober manners this, and plain good sense,
Avoided cards, wine, company, expense:
Safe from the tempting fatal sex withdrew,
Nor made advances farther than a bow.
A diff'rent train of life his twin pursues;
Lov'd pictures, books, (nay authors write) the stews,
A mistress, op'ra, play, each darling theme;
To scribble, above all, his joy supreme.
Must these two brothers always meet to scold,
Or quarrel, like to Jove's fam'd twins of old?
Each yielding, mutual, could each other please,
And drew life's yoke with tolerable ease:
This, thinking mirth not always in the wrong,
Would sometimes condescend to hear a song;
And that, fatigu'd with his exalted fits,
His beauties, gewgaws, whirlegigs and wits,
Would leave them all, far happier to regale
With prose and friendship o'er a pot of ale.
Then to thy friend's opinion sometimes yield,
And seem to lose, although thou gain'st the field;
Nor, proud that thy superior sense be shown,
Rail at his studies, and extol your own.
(pp. 159-60)",2011-07-14 21:01:13 UTC,"""There is a certain pleasing force that binds, / Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds.""",2011-07-14 20:56:40 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",18874,6321
"What time your poppy-crowned God
Sends his truth-telling scouts abroad,
Ere yet the cock to matins rings,
And the lark with mounting wings,
The simple village swain has warn'd
To shake off sleep by labour earn'd;
Or on the rose's silken hem,
Aurora weeps her earliest gem;
Or beneath the opening dawn,
Smiles the fair-extended lawn.
When in the soft encircled shade
Ye find reclined the gentle maid,
Each busy motion laid to rest,
And all compos'd her peaceful breast:
Swift paint the fair internal scene,
The phantom labours of your reign;
The living imag'ry adorn
With all the limnings of the morn,
With all the treasures nature keeps
Conceal'd below the forming deeps;
Or dress'd in the rich waving pride,
That covers the green mountain's side,
Or blooms beneath the am'rous gale
In the wide embosom'd vale.
Let pow'rful Music too essay
The magic of her hidden lay:
While each harsh thought away shall fly
Down the full stream of harmony,
Compassion mild shall fill their place,
Each gentle minister of grace,
Pity, that often melts to Love,
Let weeping Pity, kind improve,
The soften'd heart, prepar'd to take
Whate'er impressions Love shall make.
Oh! in that kind, that sacred hour,
When Hate, when Anger have no pow'r;
When sighing Love, mild simple boy,
Courtship sweet, and tender joy,
Alone possess the fair one's heart;
Let me then, Fancy, bear my part.
(p. 378)",2011-07-14 21:19:35 UTC,"""The soften‘d heart, prepar'd to take / Whate'er impressions Love shall make.""",2011-07-14 21:17:39 UTC,"","",,Impressions,Found this entry mistitled (it also had a strange act/scene ascription?). Googling pulled it up in Google Books. ,"Searching ""heart"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)
",18875,6997