id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
15144,Metal,"",,"""Sure thou wilt weep, and tender sorrows feel; / Nor flint thy heart, nor is thy breast of steel.""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",•I've included twice: Steel and Flint,5674,"How rugged and how void of sense was he,
Who could, to follow camps, abandon thee!
Let him pursue Cilicia's routed bands,
And pitch his tents amidst their conquer'd lands;
In gold and silver, ornaments of pride,
Conspicuous through the cohorts let him ride:
Thee feebly grasping, Delia, let me die,
And view thy beauties with my closing eye;
Then shalt thou weep, then kisses mix with tears,
When on the kindling pile my corpse appears:
Sure thou wilt weep, and tender sorrows feel;
Nor flint thy heart, nor is thy breast of steel.
The youths, the virgins, all shall grace my urn,
With moisten'd eyes, and weeping home return:
Disturb not thou my shade; O Delia, spare
Thy lovely cheeks, and thy dishevel'd hair.",Poems on Several Occasions,2009-09-14 19:42:52 UTC
15146,"","",,"""Oak was his heart, his breast with steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle keel / Committed to the murtherous deep.""",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again ""breast"" and ""steel""","In ""Proposals for Translating Horace.""
Horace, Book I, Ode iii",5675,"Oak was his heart, his breast with steel
Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle keel
Committed to the murtherous deep;
Nor dreaded battling winds, that sweep
The flood, the Hyads stormy train,
Nor furious South, of Adria's main
The lawless monarch, be his will
T' enrage the gulphy wave, or still:
All fear of death did he repell,
Who, tearless, saw the billows swell;
Saw the fell monsters floating by,
And rocks, deaf to the seaman's cry!
Vain has Almighty Wisdom plac'd,
For earth's fix'd bourne, the watery waste;
If impious men the art have found
T' o'erleap th' inviolable mound:
Bold man, that all things dares assay,
Through crimes forbidden makes his way.
Bold Japhet's race, of human-kind
The curse, celestial fire purloin'd;
The fire celestial ill-obtain'd,
Straight, the wan lingering Phthisis reign'd;
Came Fevers, with pestiferous breath,
A spotted legion! and slow Death,
Far off before, though sure decreed,
Catch'd up his steps, and march'd with speed.
Presuming Dædalus! he tried
Through air, with wings to man deny'd,
To journey; rash Alcmena's son
The barriers broke of Acheron.
To deeds stupendous mortals rise;
We ev'n in folly brave the skies,
Nor suffer Jove, through stubborn pride,
To lay th' uplifted bolt aside.
(pp. 178-80, ll. 9-42; cf. p. 29-31 in 1727 ed.)","",2014-02-07 16:59:39 UTC
20600,"","",,"""Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire, / By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire; / But strives in vain!""",2013-06-12 20:48:28 UTC,Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books,"",7414,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)","",2013-06-12 20:48:28 UTC
20601,"","",,"""Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel, / And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!""",2013-06-12 20:49:35 UTC,Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books,"",7414,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)","",2013-06-12 20:49:35 UTC
20602,Empire,"",,"""But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades; / Discretion this, Affection that perswades.""",2013-06-12 20:50:31 UTC,"Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books
","",7414,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)","",2013-06-12 20:50:31 UTC