work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5762,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Thy bravery often did I much approve;
Rais'd by that queen of passions, Love.
Whene'er in Love's delicious phrensy crost
By long-ear'd brothers, lo wert thou a host!
Love did thy lion-heart with courage steel!
Quicker than that of Vestris mov'd thy heel:
Here, there, up, down, in, out, how thou didst smite!
And then no alderman could match thy bite!",,15349,"","""Love did thy lion-heart with courage steel!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:24 UTC,"The Remonstrance; To which is Added an Ode to my Ass; Also the Magpie and Robin, A Tale; An Apology for Kings; and an Address to my Pamphlet"
5752,"","Searching ""bosom"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Rouse! and let 'Richard be himself again!'--
Forge, forge anew Oppression's galling chain;
Strip o'er his ears bold Opposition's skin,
And bid with gags the mouth of Freedom grin.
Bid the dark Furies all thy bosom steel,
And Cumberland afresh thine anger feel:
Yes, yes, of Cumberland the comet, blaze,
And, crab-like, roast her rascals with thy rays.
Stretch o'er the shrinking towns thine arm of pow'r,
And, hydra-like, their croaking frogs devour.
Show that thy breath, like Envy's, baleful blows:
A canker be, that kills the lovely rose.
Prove how a rising country can be curst,
And bid with spleen old Nero's spectre burst.",,15352,•Earliest appearance in Gentleman's Magazine Vol. 61. ii. p. 1131 R.,"""Bid the dark Furies all thy bosom steel, / And Cumberland afresh thine anger feel.""",Metal,2011-09-28 01:32:41 UTC,""
6182,"","Searching ""coin"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"O could I gain by gold those heav'nly charms?
Could gold once give thee to my eager arms,
Lo, into guineas would I coin my heart;
Those would I pour pell-mell into thy lap,
With thee to wake to love, and then to nap,
Then wake again--again to sleep depart.
(cf. p. 36 in 1792 ed.)",2007-04-26,16359,"","""Could gold once give thee to my eager arms, / Lo, into guineas would I coin my heart;""",Coinage,2014-03-03 17:02:27 UTC,""
6188,"","Searching ""mill"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-12-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Still to be serious, Pitt, before we part:
Let Mercy melt the mill-stone of thy heart[1].
How nobler far, for honest fame to toil,
And change a kingdom's curses for a smile!
Yet, if resolv'd to worry wigs and hair,
And, Herod-like, not little children spare,
Say (for methinks the land has much to dread)
How long in safety may we wear the head?
Enough our necks have bow'd beneath the yoke;
Enough our sides have felt the goad and stroke;
Then cease to make, by further irritation,
Our patience the sole rock of thy salvation.
Notes
1. I principally allude in this place to the political character of this statesman, which is rather marked with severity. As for the domestic, it possesses some traits belonging to the Jolly God. Even Parliament last year saw him enter the walls of St. Stephen, arm in arm with his dear colleague and constant companion honest Harry Dundas; both fortunately conducted to the Treasury Bench without a fall, by the boozing reeling deity, where 'Palinurus nodded at the helm.'",,16366,"","""Still to be serious, Pitt, before we part: / Let Mercy melt the mill-stone of thy heart.""","",2014-03-03 17:45:14 UTC,""