id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
8598,Metal,"",,"""The countless gold of a merry heart / The rubies & pearls of a loving eye / The indolent never can bring to the mart / Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury""",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",3328,The countless gold of a merry heart
The rubies & pearls of a loving eye
The indolent never can bring to the mart
Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury,I've included the entire poem,2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC
8616,Metal,"",,"""You say reserve & modesty he has / Whose heart is iron his head wood & his face brass.""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again ""iron"" and ""heart""","",3343,You say reserve & modesty he has
Whose heart is iron his head wood & his face brass
The Fox the Owl the Beetle & the Bat
By sweet reserve & modesty get Fat,"I've included the entire poem
VI. Satiric Verses and Epigrams, from Blake's Notebook",2013-09-23 17:24:52 UTC
8639,Metal,"",,"""There, train'd amid slaughter and ruin to wade, / They toil in the heart-steeling, barbarous trade.""",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Part II. --English Poems.,3365,"'From weeping relations, regardlessly torn,
Her unthinking youths to the battle are borne;
There, train'd amid slaughter and ruin to wade,
They toil in the heart-steeling, barbarous trade.
What crowds, hurried on by the terrible call,
Pale, ghastly, and blood-covered carcases fall!
Earth heaves with the heaps, still resigning their breath,
And friends, foes, and kindred, lie wallowing in death.","",2014-02-27 21:52:08 UTC
15103,Metal,"",,"""But if (which Pow'rs above prevent) / That iron-hearted carl, Want, / Attended, in his grim advances, / By sad mistakes, and black mischances""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""iron"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",5651,"But if (which Pow'rs above prevent)
That iron-hearted carl, Want,
Attended, in his grim advances,
By sad mistakes, and black mischances,
While hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly him,
Make you as poor a dog as I am,
Your 'humble servant' then no more;
For who would humbly serve the poor?
But, by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n!
While recollection's pow'r is giv'n,
If, in the vale of humble life,
The victim sad of Fortune's strife,
I, thro' the tender-gushing tear,
Should recognise my master dear;
If friendless, low, we meet together,
Then, sir, your hand--my Friend and Brother!","",2009-09-14 19:42:46 UTC
15293,Metal,"",,"""Yet ruthless Rulers! hearts of stone and steel!""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",•I've included twice: Stone and Steel,5738,"Yet ruthless Rulers! hearts of stone and steel!
Ye, who can never heed what others feel,
But swol'n with pow'r, and insolence of state,
Presume to call your little selves, the great!
Yet shall my song all feeble tho' it be,
Awake the latent spark of energy;
And shew, in Nature's universal scale,
That each with each must equally prevail,
That she no real difference decreed,
'Twixt those that dominate, and those that bleed,
But nobly scorns the poor presumptuous pleas,
Of such, as wish to live in wealth, and ease,
Who deem that wretches ought to weep, and toil,
For them to feast and gorge upon the spoil.
Yes, while keen sorrow rends my troubled soul,
And o'er my lids the scalding tumours roll,
My faithful song that with the suff'rance blends,
Shall call on Virtue's, and on Freedom's friends:
Point ev'ry grief that desolates the slave,
Unceasing labour, and an early grave;--
Or, dropping here the germe of truth sublime,
Shall leave th'event to mercy and to time.","",2009-09-14 19:43:16 UTC
16067,"","",,"""'Till virtue, pointing out the purer mind, / Secures the gem, and leaves the dross behind, / Claims the bright spirit from its native clod, / And bears it, spotless, to the sight of God!""",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)","•Note, not all Dross metaphors are Metal metaphors... This, for example, is a Gem Metaphor (Precious Stone?... Do I even need an entry yet?) I should only include certain dross metaphors in the Metal entry.",6048,"When resignation, bending from the sky,
Steals the fond lingering tear from virtue's eye;
When the keen agonies of grief are flown,
And reason triumphs on her tranquil throne;
The Muse to worth and genius tunes her lyre,
While the chords glisten with celestial fire:
The Muse, in strains untutor'd, and unsought,
Soars on the pinions of enraptur'd thought;
While memory to her eagle eye pourtrays
The lustrous tablet of a nation's praise;
While fame, exulting, spreads her fost'ring wings,
And truth spontaneous sweeps the bounding strings!
Hark! the full chords in mystic sounds aspire,
To swell the chorus of the heavenly choir!
Where, to seraphic harps, ethereal borne,
The song of patience bids us cease to mourn;
Contemns the tear that gems each kindred eye,
Calms the quick throb, and checks the frequent sigh!
While, 'midst the blaze of pure Promethean light,
The meek-ey'd cherub bends to mortal sight!
See from her dazzling wing soft essence pour
Heaven's sacred balm for mis'ry's darkest hour;
When Fate inexorable deals her blow
O'er this rude wilderness of human woe,
'Till virtue, pointing out the purer mind,
Secures the gem, and leaves the dross behind,
Claims the bright spirit from its native clod,
And bears it, spotless, to the sight of God!
Yet, Reynolds, while the winged minstrels join
In all the melodies of sounds divine,
Round thy cold image, on its icy bed,
Some light illumes the mansion of the dead;
An unextinguish'd light, that gilds the gloom
Where weeping genius guards her fav'rite's tomb!
Brightly it shines where thy pure ashes sleep;
And while pale melancholy hides to weep,
Fame, with glittering wing, shall fan the fire,
To shed new lustre on the Muse's lyre!","",2009-09-14 19:45:36 UTC
19120,"","",,"""For Virtue, with divine controul, / Collects the various powers of soul; / And lends, from her unsullied source, / The gems of thought their purest force.""",2011-09-02 18:47:06 UTC,Reading,"",7080,"Shall Virtue's lips record, and claim
The fairest honors of thy name!
'Tis ever Nature's gen'rous view;
Great minds should noble ends pursue;
As the clear sun-beam, when most bright,
Warms, in proportion to its light.--
And RICHMOND, he! who, high in birth,
Adds the unfading rays of worth;
Who stoops, from scenes in radiance drest,
To east the mourner's aching breast;
The tale of private woe to hear,
And wipe the friendless orphan's tear!--
His bosom for the Captive bleeds,
He, Guardian of the injur'd! pleads
With all the force that Genius gives,
And warmth that but with Virtue lives;
For Virtue, with divine controul,
Collects the various powers of soul;
And lends, from her unsullied source,
The gems of thought their purest force.
(pp. 5-6, ll. 61-80)","",2011-09-02 18:47:06 UTC
19127,Metal,"",,"""True courage in the unconquer'd soul / Yields to Compassion's mild controul; / As, the resisting frame of steel / The magnet's secret force can feel.""",2011-09-02 19:11:33 UTC,Reading,INTEREST: USE IN ENTRY,7080,"Who, from his far-divided shore,
The half-expiring Captive bore?
Those, whom the traffic of their race
Has robb'd of every human grace;
Whose harden'd souls no more retain
Impressions Nature stamp'd in vain;
All that distinguishes their kind,
For ever blotted from their mind;
As streams, that once the landscape gave
Reflected on the trembling wave,
Their substance change, when lock'd in frost,
And rest, in dead contraction lost;--
Who view unmov'd, the look, that tells
The pang that in the bosom dwells;
Heed not the nerves that terror shakes,
The heart convulsive anguish breaks;
The shriek that would their crimes upbraid,
But deem despair a part of trade.--
Such only, for detested gain,
The barb'rous commerce would maintain.
The gen'rous sailor, he, who dares
All forms of danger, while he bears
The BRITISH Flag o'er untrack'd seas,
And spreads it on the polar breeze;
He, who in Glory's high career,
Finds agony, and death are dear;
To whose protecting arm we owe
Each blessing that the happy know;
Whatever charms the soften'd heart,
Each cultur'd grace, each finer art,
E'en thine, most lovely of the train!
Sweet Poetry! thy heav'n-taught strain--
His breast, where nobler passions burn,
In honest poverty, would spurn
That wealth, Oppression can bestow,
And scorn to wound a fetter'd foe.
True courage in the unconquer'd soul
Yields to Compassion's mild controul;
As, the resisting frame of steel
The magnet's secret force can feel.
(pp. 13-6, ll. 209-247)","",2011-09-02 19:11:33 UTC
19128,Metal,"",,"""Or, if where savage habit steels / The vulgar mind, one bosom feels / The sacred claim of helpless woe-- / If Pity in that soil can grow; / Pity! whose tender impulse darts / With keenest force on nobler hearts; / As flames that purest essence boast, / Rise highest when they tremble most.""",2011-09-02 19:21:06 UTC,Reading,"",7080,"When borne at length to Western Lands,
Chain'd on the beach the Captive stands,
Where Man, dire merchandize! is sold,
And barter'd life is paid for gold;
In mute affliction, see him try
To read his new possessor's eye;
If one blest glance of mercy there,
One half-form'd tear may check despair!--
Ah, if that eye with sorrow sees
His languid look, his quiv'ring knees,
Those limbs, which scarce their load sustain,
That form, consum'd in wasting pain;
Such sorrow melts his ruthless eye
Who sees the lamb, he doom'd to die,
In pining sickness yield his life,
And thus elude the sharpen'd knife.--
Or, if where savage habit steels
The vulgar mind, one bosom feels
The sacred claim of helpless woe--
If Pity in that soil can grow;
Pity! whose tender impulse darts
With keenest force on nobler hearts;
As flames that purest essence boast,
Rise highest when they tremble most.--
Yet why on one poor chance must rest
The int'rests of a kindred breast?
Humanity's devoted cause
Recline on Humour's wayward laws?
To Passions rules must Justice bend,
And life upon Caprice depend?--
(pp. 16-18, ll. 249-278)","",2011-09-02 19:21:06 UTC
24176,Fetters,"",,"""In every cry of every Man / In every Infants cry of fear / In every voice; in every ban / The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.""",2014-07-14 21:55:10 UTC,Reading,"",7969,"In every cry of every Man.
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban.
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blacknng Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
","",2014-07-14 21:55:24 UTC