work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4029,"",Searching HDIS,2004-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,"LAT.
How quietly he rests! Oh that I could by watching him, hanging thus over him, and feeling all his Care, protract his Sleep!
Oh sleep! thou sweetest Gift of Heav'n to Man,
Still in thy downy Arms embrace my Friend,
Nor loose him from his inexistent Trance
To sense of Yesterday, and pain of Being;
In thee Oppressors sooth their angry Brow,
In thee th' oppress'd forget tyrannick Pow'r,
In thee--
The Wretch condemn'd is equal to his Judge,
And the sad Lover to his cruel Fair;
Nay, all the shining Glories Men pursue,
When thou art wanted, are but empty Noise;
Who then wou'd court the Pomp of guilty Power,
When the Mind sickens at the weary Shew,
And flies to temporary Death for Ease;
When half our Life's Cessation of our Being--
He wakes--
How do I pity that returning Life,
Which I cou'd hazard thousand Lives to save!
(V.v)",,10434,•I've included twice: Death and Disease,"""Who then wou'd court the Pomp of guilty Power, / When the Mind sickens at the weary Shew, / And flies to temporary Death for Ease.""","",2011-05-31 03:37:59 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
4255,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC," But when the great Apostate's Art
Seduc'd the wav'ring Creature's Heart,
Man from his happy Region fell
To the destructive Gulph of Death and Hell;
Now Guilt's infernal Gloom, and horrid Night,
O'erwhelm his Intellectual Sight,
And Clouds, with Vengeance stor'd, his trembling Soul affright.
Darkness, like that in Central Caves beneath,
Like that, which spreads the lonesome Walks of Death,
Where never Ray one Inroad made,
The Rebels Mind did swift invade.
The Light, which he enjoy'd, abus'd withdrew,
And back to Heav'n, its Parent, flew.
His Breast of this Celestial Guest bereft,
Became a Den of salvage Passions, left
Without a Keeper, loose and unconfin'd,
Which now no Guide directs, nor Precepts bind.",,11086,"","""Guilt's infernal Gloom, and horrid Night"" may ""O'erwhelm [Man's] Intellectual Sight""","",2009-09-14 19:35:33 UTC,Stanza IX
6842,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""unbend"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-05-09 20:19:35 UTC,"Nor ask who in Livonia will succeed,
Whether the Warlike Pole, or Russian Czar,
The sleeping Genius of the North will rouze,
Against the Fury of th' Unthinking Swede,
And ravish their lost Laurels from his Youthful Brows.
Or whether MARLBOROUGH designs
To storm Saar-Louis, or attack the Lines.
Campaigns, My Friend, and Sieges are
Below Thy more important Care.
Nor should such ruffling Storms molest
The Halcyon Smoothness of thy Breast
Doubt, Avarice, and the pale Multitude
Of greedy Harpyes, which intrude
Ev'n at our Meals, no Entrance find
On the strong Armour of your Mind,
Which You can straiten or unbend;
Skill'd in those generous Arts which bless
Whom Fortune and the Muse caress,
The Gentleman, the Scholar, and the Friend
",,18372,"","""Nor should such ruffling Storms molest / The Halcyon Smoothness of thy Breast / Doubt, Avarice, and the pale Multitude / Of greedy Harpyes, which intrude / Ev'n at our Meals, no Entrance find / On the strong Armour of your Mind, / Which You can straiten or unbend.""","",2011-05-09 20:19:35 UTC,""
7520,"",Reading; text from C-H Lion,2013-07-09 16:49:08 UTC,"It was heretofore the Wisdom of some wise Nations, to let People be Fools as much as they pleas'd, and never to punish seriously what deserv'd only to be laugh'd at, and was after all best cur'd by that innocent Remedy. There are certain Humours in Mankind, which of necessity must have vent. The Human Mind and Body are both of 'em naturally subject to Commotions: and as there are strange Ferments in the Blood, which in many Bodys occasion an extraordinary discharge; so in Reason too, there are heterogeneous Particles which must be thrown off by Fermentation. Shou'd Physicians endeavour absolutely to allay those Ferments of the Body, and strike in the Humours which discover themselves in such Eruptions, they might, instead of making a Cure, bid fair perhaps to raise a Plague, and turn a Spring-Ague or an Autumn-Surfeit into an epidemical malignant Fever. They are certainly as ill Physicians in the Body-Politick, who wou'd needs be tampering with these mental Eruptions; and under the specious pretence of healing this Itch of Superstition, and saving Souls from the Contagion of Enthusiasm, shou'd set all Nature in an uproar, and turn a few innocent Carbuncles into an Inflammation and mortal Gangrene.
(pp. 13-14; p. 9 in Klein)",,21575,"","""They are certainly as ill Physicians in the Body-Politick, who wou'd needs be tampering with these mental Eruptions; and under the specious pretence of healing this Itch of Superstition, and saving Souls from the Contagion of Enthusiasm, shou'd set all Nature in an uproar, and turn a few innocent Carbuncles into an Inflammation and mortal Gangrene.""","",2013-07-09 16:49:08 UTC,Section 3
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 04:01:45 UTC,"BAJAZET.
Now by our Prophet! If my wounded Mind
Could know a Thought of Peace, it would be now;
Ev'n from thy prating Infancy, thou wert
My Joy, my little Angel; smiling Comfort
Came with thee still to glad me: Now I'm curs'd
Ev'n in thee too; Reproach and Infamy
Attend the Christian Dog, to whom thou wert trusted:
To see thee here!--'twere better see thee dead.
(III.i, p. 33)",,21849,"","""If my wounded Mind / Could know a Thought of Peace, it would be now.""","",2013-07-17 04:01:45 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:43:25 UTC,"MIRZA.
My worthy Priest! Still be my Friend, and share
The utmost of my Power, by greatness rais'd.
[Embracing.]
Thou like the God thou serv'st, shall shine aloft,
And with thy Influence rule the under World.
But see! the Queen appears; she seems to muse,
Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event
Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo
In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd.
Retire, lest we disturb her.
(I.i, p. 6)",,21945,CRAZY. INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.,"""Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event / Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo / In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd.""",Rooms,2013-07-22 02:43:25 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7554,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-23 02:17:47 UTC,"PENELOPE.
If these sweet Sounds,
This humble fawning Phrase, this faithless Flattery,
If these known Arts cou'd heal my wounded Soul,
Cou'd recompence the Sorrows of my Days,
Or sooth the Sighings of my lonely Nights;
Well might you hope to woe me to your Wishes,
And win my Heart with your fond Tales of Love;
But since whate'er I've suffer'd for my Lord,
From Troy, the Winds and Seas, the Gods and you,
Is deeply writ within my sad Remembrance,
Know, Princes, all your Eloquence is vain.
(I.i, p. 9)",,21975,"","""If these known Arts cou'd heal my wounded Soul, / Cou'd recompence the Sorrows of my Days, / Or sooth the Sighings of my lonely Nights; / Well might you hope to woe me to your Wishes, / And win my Heart with your fond Tales of Love.""","",2013-07-23 02:17:47 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:17:01 UTC,"KING.
I know thee ever gentle in thy Nature,
Yielding and kind, and tender in thy Friendship,
And therefore all my Hope of Peace dwells with thee.
For oh! my Heart has labour'd long with Pain,
I have endur'd the Rage of secret Grief,
A Malady that burns and rankles inward,
And wanted such a Hand as thine to heal me.
ARIBERT.
Speak it, nor wound the Softness of my Soul
With these obscure Complainings; speak, my Lord.
(II.i, p. 10)",,22007,"","""Speak it, nor wound the Softness of my Soul / With these obscure Complainings; speak, my Lord.""","",2013-07-25 03:17:01 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:45:48 UTC,"ARIBERT.
Rage, and the Violence of lawless Passion,
Have blinded your clear Reason; wherefore else
This frantick wild Demand? What! should I yield,
Give up my Love, my Wife, my Ethelinda,
To an Incestuous Brother's dire Embrace?
Oh Horror!--But, to bar the impious Thought,
Know!--Heav'n and brave Ambrosius are her Guard:
E'er this, her Flight has reach'd the Britons Camp,
And found her Safety there.
(IV.i, p. 39)",,22026,"","""Rage, and the Violence of lawless Passion, / Have blinded your clear Reason; wherefore else / This frantick wild Demand?""","",2013-07-25 03:45:48 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 04:01:46 UTC,"RODOGUNE.
Yes, I will go; fly, far as Earth can bear me,
From thee, and from the Face of Man for ever.
Curst be your Sex, the Cause of all our Sorrows;
Curst be your Looks, your Tongues, and your false Arts,
That cheat our Eyes, and wound our easie Hearts;
Curst may you be for all the Pains you give,
And for the scanty Pleasures we receive;
Curst be your brutal Pow'r, your tyrant Sway,
By which you bend, and force us to obey.
Oh Nature! partial Goddess, let thy Hand
Be just for once, and equal the Command;
Let Woman once be Mistress in her turn,
Subdue Mankind beneath her haughty Scorn,
And smile to see the proud Oppressor mourn
(V.ii, p. 55)",,22037,"","""Curst be your Looks, your Tongues, and your false Arts, / That cheat our Eyes, and wound our easie Hearts.""","",2013-07-25 04:01:46 UTC,"Act V, scene ii"