id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
10316,Metal,"",,"""O Sacharissa, what could steel thy breast, / To rob the charming Waller of his rest?""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",•Later version of poem in Poems (1710),3975,"O Soul Seraphick, teach us how we may
Thy Praise adapted to thy worth display:
For who can Merit more? or who enough can pay?
Earth was unworthy thy aspiring view,
Sublimer Objects were reserv'd for you.
Thence nothing mean obtrudes on thy design,
Thy Style is equal to thy Theme Divine,
All Heavenly great, and more than Masculine.
Tho' neither Vernal Bloom, nor Summer's Rose
Their opening Beauties could to Thee disclose:
Tho' Nature's curious Characters which we
Exactly view, were all eras'd to Thee.
Yet Heav'n stood Witness to thy piercing Sight;
Below was Darkness, but Above was Light.
Thy Soul was Brightness all; nor could he stay
In lower Night, and such a want of Day:
But wing'd aloft, from sordid Earth retires
To higher Glory, and his kindred Fires;
Like an unhooded Hawk, who loose to prey,
With open Eyes pursues the Ætherial way.
There, happy Soul, assume thy destin'd place,
And in yon Sphere begin thy glorious race:
That Sphere, which Lucifer did once Disgrace.
Or, if amongst the Laurell'd Heads there be,
A Mansion in the Sky reserv'd for Thee;
There, Ruler of thy Orb, aloft appear,
And rowl with Homer in the brightest Sphere.
To whom Calliope has joyn'd thy Name,
And recompenc'd thy Fortunes with his Fame:
Tho' she (forgive our freedom!) some times flows;
In Lines too rugged, and a-kin to Prose.
When Scope is granted to your Speech and Thought,
Verse with a lively smoothness should be Wrote.
Like some fair Planet thy Majestick Song,
Should move with ease and Sparkle as it rowl'd along.
Like Waller's Muse, who, though inchain'd by Rhyme,
Taught Wondring Poets to keep even Chime.
Harmonious Waller's praise inflames my Breast,
Waller, more sweet and Courtly than the rest
Of Poets, no unmanly Turns pursues,
Rash Errors of an injudicious Muse.
Such Wit, like Lightning, for a while looks gay;
Just gilds the place, and vanishes away.
In one continued blaze he upwards sprung,
Like those Seraphick Flames of which he Sung.
If, Cromwell, he laments thy mighty Fall,
Nature attending Weeps at the great Funeral.
Or if his Muse with joyful Triumph brings,
The Monarch to his ancient Throne; or Sings
Batavians worsted on the Conquer'd Main,
Fleets flying, and Advent'rous Opdam Slain;
Then Rome and Athens to his Song repair,
With Brittish Graces Smiling on his care,
Divinely Charming in a Dress so fair.
As Squadrons in well Marshal'd Order fill,
The Flandrian Plains, and speak no vulgar Skill:
So rank'd is every line, each Sentence such,
No Word is wanting, and no Word's too much.
As Pearls in Gold with their own lustre shine,
The Substance precious, and the Work Divine.
So did his Words his beauteous Thoughts enchase,
Both shone and sparkled with unborrow'd Grace,
A mighty value in a little space.
So the Venusian Clio sung of Old,
When lofty acts in well-chose Phrase she told.
But Rome's aspiring Lyrick mov'd us less,
Sung not so moving, tho' with more success.
O Sacharissa, what could steel thy breast,
To rob the charming Waller of his rest?
To send him murm'ring through the Cypress Grove,
In strains lamenting his Neglected Love.
The attentive Forest did his Grief partake,
And Sympathizing Okes their knotted Branches shake.
Each Nymph, tho' coy, to pity would incline,
And every stubborn Heart was mov'd but Thine.
Hence forth be thou to future Ages known,
Like Niobe, a Monument of Stone.","",2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC
10399,Metal,Magnetism,2009-03-23,"""Gold is a sure Bait to gain him, no other Loadstone can attrack his iron heart, 'tis proof against the force of Beauty, else I should not need this Stratagem, for Nature has not prov'd a Nigard to my Daughter.""",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",•Dramatis Personae: Gravello A Sicilian Lord Father to Lucasia.
•INTEREST. USE in entry as epigraph.,4014,"GRA.
My aim is fixt at the Rich and Great, he that has Wealth enough, yet longs for more, Count Pirro, the Governour's Heir and Nephew, that rich Lord that knows no end of his large Fortunes, yet still gapes on, for Gold is a sure Bait to gain him, no other Loadstone can attrack his iron heart, 'tis proof against the force of Beauty, else I should not need this Stratagem, for Nature has not prov'd a Nigard to my Daughter.","Act I, scene i",2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC
10468,Metal,"",,"""[S]he must have lov'd him, though her Heart had been made of Brass""",2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Drama)","",4042,"VAL.
Ah, Sir! as my Master was just stepping into Angelica's Lodgings, so nicely drest; his Wigg, I believe, had a pound of Hair, and two pound of Powder in't; he look'd so pretty, that had she but seen him, she must have lov'd him, though her Heart had been made of Brass: But just as he was stepping in--",Act I.,2009-09-14 19:35:00 UTC
10663,"","",,"""But now I come to cure my fond Disease; / This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please.""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"",4147,"Ah cruel Nymph! of Women Thou the worst!
Thee surely Mountains bred, Thee Tygers nurst.
For Rocks and Tygers soft and human be,
If Rocks and Tygers are compar'd with Thee.
For generous Love Thou mak'st no kind Return,
Unworthy of the Flames with which I burn!
But now I come to cure my fond Disease;
This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please.
Think not I mean thy Choler to create,
Or breed new Matter for thy Scorn or Hate.
This Gift th' unpleasing Object shall remove;
Then you will smile, you will my Pangs approve,
'Tis such a Present, such a Sight you Love.","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC
10664,Metal,"",,"""O Sacharissa, what could steel thy Breast, / To Rob Harmonious Waller of his Rest?""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",•Earlier version of poem as Poetae Britannici (1700),4142,"Tho' She (forgive our freedom) sometimes Flows
In Lines too Rugged, and akin to Prose.
Verse with a lively smoothness should be Wrote,
When room is granted to the Speech and Thought.
Like some fair Planet, the Majestick Song
Should gently move, and sparkle as it rowls along.
Like Waller's Muse, who tho' inchain'd by Rhime,
Taught wondring Poets to keep even Chime.
His Praise inflames my breast, and should be shown
In Numbers sweet and Courtly as his Own.
Who no unmanly Turns of Thought pursues,
Rash Errours of an injudicious Muse.
Such Wit, like Lightning, for a while looks Gay,
Just gilds the Place, and vanishes away.
In one continu'd blaze He upwards sprung,
Like those Seraphick flames of which He Sung.
If, Cromwel, he laments thy Mighty Fall
Nature attending Weeps at the Great Funeral.
Or if his Muse with joyful Triumph brings
the Monarch to His Ancient Throne, or Sings
Batavians worsted on the Conquer'd Main,
Fleets flying, and advent'rous Opdam Slain,
Then Rome and Athens to his Song repair
With British Graces smiling on his Care,
Divinely charming in a Dress so Fair.
As Squadrons in well-Marshal'd order fill
The Flandrian Plains, and speak no vulgar Skill;
So Rank'd is every Line, each Sentence such,
No Word is wanting, and no Word's too much.
As Pearls in Gold with their own Lustre Shine,
The Substance precious, and the Work Divine:
So did his Words his Beauteous Thoughts in chase,
Both shone and sparkled with unborrow'd Grace,
A mighty Value in a little Space.
So the Venusian Clio sung of Old,
When lofty Acts in well-chose Phrase he told.
But Rome's aspiring Lyrick pleas'd us less,
Sung not so moving, tho' with more Success.
O Sacharissa, what could steel thy Breast,
To Rob Harmonious Waller of his Rest?
To send him Murm'ring thro' the Cypress-Grove,
In strains lamenting his neglected Love.
Th' attentive Forest did his Grief partake,
And Sympathizing Oakstheir knotted Branches shake.
Each Nymph, tho' Coy, to Pity would incline;
And every stubborn Heart was mov'd, but Thine.
Henceforth be Thou to future Ages known;
Like Niobe, a Monument of Stone.","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC
21853,"","",,"""Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach, / Succeeding one another in their Course, / Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble, / At length have worn my boasted Courage down.""",2013-07-17 04:11:40 UTC,C-H Lion,"",7548,"ARPASIA.
A little longer yet, be strong, my Heart,
A little longer let the busy Spirits
Keep on their chearful round.--It won'ot be:
Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach,
Succeeding one another in their Course,
Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble,
At length have worn my boasted Courage down.
I will indulge the Woman in my Soul,
And give a loose to Tears, and to Impatience;
Death is at last my due, and I will have it.--
And see, the poor Moneses comes to take
One sad Adieu, and then we part for ever.
(IV.i, p. 54)","Act IV, scene i",2013-07-17 04:11:40 UTC
22022,Metals,"",,"""Wilt thou not plead for Life?--Intreat the Tyrant, / And waken Nature in his Iron Heart.""",2013-07-25 03:39:24 UTC,C-H Lion,"",7565,"RODOGUNE.
At once ten thousand racking Passions tear me,
And my Heart heaves, as it would burst my Bosom.
Oh can I, can I hear him doom'd to Death,
Nor stir, nor breathe one single Sound to save him?
It w'onot be--and my fierce haughty Soul,
Whate'er she suffers, still disdains to bend,
To sue to the curst, hated, Tyrant KING.
Oh Love! Oh Glory!--Wouldst thou die thus tamely?
[To Aribert.]
Is Life so small a thing, so mean a Boon,
As is not worth the asking?--Thou art silent;
Wilt thou not plead for Life?--Intreat the Tyrant,
And waken Nature in his Iron Heart.
(III.i, p. 31)","Act III, scene i",2013-07-25 03:39:24 UTC
22032,Metal,"",,"""No, I will steel my Heart against thy Pray'r.""",2013-07-25 03:54:59 UTC,C-H Lion,"",7565,"RODOGUNE.
And couldst thou find no other Name but that?
Thy Love!--oh fatal, curst, distracting Sound!
No, I will steel my Heart against thy Pray'r,
And whisper to my self with sullen Pleasure,
The Gods are just at length, and thou shalt feel
Pains, such as I have known.
(V.ii, p. 52)","Act V, scene i",2013-07-25 03:54:59 UTC
23662,"","",,"""Oh! all ye Powers that virtuous Love inspire, / Assist me now: inform my Vocal Organs / With Angel Eloquence, such as can melt / His Heart of Flint, and move his former Kindness.""",2014-03-12 18:05:34 UTC,ECCO-TCP,"",7842,"PLACENTIA.
Oh! Bassino! Bassino!
Oh! wretched Woman! Oh! that I had dy'd
E'er I had known him false: Then I were happy:
And tho' contented with his second Choice,
He with a pitying Sigh, perhaps, had grac'd
My Memory--
Oh! all ye Powers that virtuous Love inspire,
Assist me now: inform my Vocal Organs
With Angel Eloquence, such as can melt
His Heart of Flint, and move his former Kindness.
(Aside.)
But if that fail, I will remove the Cause
Of both our Woes--Yes, that happy Charmer,
That Rival of my Love shall surely die.
ARMANDO.
Doubt not of the Success: What Heart of Steel
Could ere resist such Beauty drest in Tears?
(pp. 46-7)","",2014-03-12 18:05:34 UTC
23663,Metal,"",,"""What Heart of Steel / Could ere resist such Beauty drest in Tears?""",2014-03-12 18:06:30 UTC,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in ECCO-TCP","",7842,"PLACENTIA.
Oh! Bassino! Bassino!
Oh! wretched Woman! Oh! that I had dy'd
E'er I had known him false: Then I were happy:
And tho' contented with his second Choice,
He with a pitying Sigh, perhaps, had grac'd
My Memory--
Oh! all ye Powers that virtuous Love inspire,
Assist me now: inform my Vocal Organs
With Angel Eloquence, such as can melt
His Heart of Flint, and move his former Kindness.
(Aside.)
But if that fail, I will remove the Cause
Of both our Woes--Yes, that happy Charmer,
That Rival of my Love shall surely die.
ARMANDO.
Doubt not of the Success: What Heart of Steel
Could ere resist such Beauty drest in Tears?
(pp. 46-7)","",2014-03-12 18:07:00 UTC