work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3408,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""machine"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-11-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Wherever Fortune points my destin'd way,
If my capricious stars ordain my stay
In gilded palace, or in rural scene,
While breath shall animate this frail machine,
My heart sincere, which never flatt'ry knew,
Shall consecrate its warmest wish to you.
A monarch compass'd by a suppliant crowd,
Prompt to obey, and in his praises loud,
Among those thousands who on smiles depend,
Perhaps has no disinterested friend.",,8699,"","""While breath shall animate this frail machine, / My heart sincere, which never flatt'ry knew, / Shall consecrate its warmest wish to you.""","",2013-06-12 17:45:53 UTC,""
4716,Ruling Passions,"Searching ""empire"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye Princes by destructive Passions led,
Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed,
Who hear your Subjects all around complain
Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main,
While all your Counsels are yourselves to please,
And while ye batten in inglorious Ease,
'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn:
O! learn to merit that to which ye're born!
Think of th'illustrious dead, whose ev'ry Name
Is borne triumphant on the Wings of Fame:
In ev'ry Corner of the Earth they're known,
And all Eternity to come's their own:
And, O! ye Sons who next to Empire stand,
Heirs to Dominion over Sea and Land,
Waste not the Hours of Youth in shameful Jars,
Wage with a Father no domestic Wars;
Let it be never say'd ye go to School
To the pert Coxcomb, and delib'rate Fool:
Seek not the Praise of such who gain no Praise;
Like Nero dance, nor fiddle, out your Days:
Attend the friendly Voice! 'tis Glory calls
To shine in Council, and to scale the Walls.
Shake the rapacious Statesman off, the Slave
Whom Gold can buy; shake off the Fool and Knave.
Turn o'er the sacred Volume of the Laws,
By your Forefathers made in Virtue's Cause:
See what obnoxious Vices still remain,
Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain;
Study to make the Nation's Freedom sure,
The Lives and Propertys of all secure:
In doing these ye act the princely Part,
And build your Empires in the People's Heart;
No Guards ye then shall need, where-e'er ye go;
There is no Danger where there is no Foe.
These are the Virtues of exalted Souls,
Which no mean Care, nor abject Fear, controuls.
(pp. 11-12 in 1738 printing)",,12438,"","""Ye Princes by destructive Passions led / Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed / Who hear your Subjects all around complain / Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main, / While all your Counsels are yourselves to please, / And while ye batten in inglorious Ease, / 'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn.""","",2013-09-30 19:53:19 UTC,""
4716,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye Princes by destructive Passions led,
Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed,
Who hear your Subjects all around complain
Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main,
While all your Counsels are yourselves to please,
And while ye batten in inglorious Ease,
'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn:
O! learn to merit that to which ye're born!
Think of th'illustrious dead, whose ev'ry Name
Is borne triumphant on the Wings of Fame:
In ev'ry Corner of the Earth they're known,
And all Eternity to come's their own:
And, O! ye Sons who next to Empire stand,
Heirs to Dominion over Sea and Land,
Waste not the Hours of Youth in shameful Jars,
Wage with a Father no domestic Wars;
Let it be never say'd ye go to School
To the pert Coxcomb, and delib'rate Fool:
Seek not the Praise of such who gain no Praise;
Like Nero dance, nor fiddle, out your Days:
Attend the friendly Voice! 'tis Glory calls
To shine in Council, and to scale the Walls.
Shake the rapacious Statesman off, the Slave
Whom Gold can buy; shake off the Fool and Knave.
Turn o'er the sacred Volume of the Laws,
By your Forefathers made in Virtue's Cause:
See what obnoxious Vices still remain,
Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain;
Study to make the Nation's Freedom sure,
The Lives and Propertys of all secure:
In doing these ye act the princely Part,
And build your Empires in the People's Heart;
No Guards ye then shall need, where-e'er ye go;
There is no Danger where there is no Foe.
These are the Virtues of exalted Souls,
Which no mean Care, nor abject Fear, controuls.
(pp. 11-12 in 1738 printing)",,12439,"","""See what obnoxious Vices still remain, / Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain.""",Animals,2013-09-30 19:54:53 UTC,""
4716,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye Princes by destructive Passions led,
Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed,
Who hear your Subjects all around complain
Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main,
While all your Counsels are yourselves to please,
And while ye batten in inglorious Ease,
'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn:
O! learn to merit that to which ye're born!
Think of th'illustrious dead, whose ev'ry Name
Is borne triumphant on the Wings of Fame:
In ev'ry Corner of the Earth they're known,
And all Eternity to come's their own:
And, O! ye Sons who next to Empire stand,
Heirs to Dominion over Sea and Land,
Waste not the Hours of Youth in shameful Jars,
Wage with a Father no domestic Wars;
Let it be never say'd ye go to School
To the pert Coxcomb, and delib'rate Fool:
Seek not the Praise of such who gain no Praise;
Like Nero dance, nor fiddle, out your Days:
Attend the friendly Voice! 'tis Glory calls
To shine in Council, and to scale the Walls.
Shake the rapacious Statesman off, the Slave
Whom Gold can buy; shake off the Fool and Knave.
Turn o'er the sacred Volume of the Laws,
By your Forefathers made in Virtue's Cause:
See what obnoxious Vices still remain,
Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain;
Study to make the Nation's Freedom sure,
The Lives and Propertys of all secure:
In doing these ye act the princely Part,
And build your Empires in the People's Heart;
No Guards ye then shall need, where-e'er ye go;
There is no Danger where there is no Foe.
These are the Virtues of exalted Souls,
Which no mean Care, nor abject Fear, controuls.
(pp. 11-12 in 1738 printing)",,12440,"","""In doing these ye act the princely Part, / And build your Empires in the People's Heart.""",Empire,2013-09-30 19:56:48 UTC,""
4717,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"Moore, ever to the Cause of Justice true,
Thus spoke the Language of the judging few;
And what he spoke was with a graceful Ease:
He like Ulysses never fails to please.
Tho by the cens'ring Voice of Crouds inclin'd,
'E're Judgement had assum'd her Seat, the Mind,
The Youth, O! Philips, has prophan'd thy Lays,
Regard this Voice of Truth, the Voice of Praise.",,12441,"","Judgement may assume ""her Seat, the Mind""","",2009-09-14 19:36:59 UTC,""
4717,"",HDIS,2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"A Chieftain, who precipitates my Praise,
With Virgil's Genius, tho but Lucan's Days,
Behold. O! Youth, if into Fate I see,
Another Dryden[1] shall arise in thee.
Born to add Glory to thy native Land,
Thy early Virtues now our Hearts command:
Let Malice throw her feeble Darts in vain,
By thee retorted only with Disdain,
Still shalt thou give her Reason to repine,
And to the Eye of Judgement ever shine:
Thee in thy Works shall Men unborn adore,
And call the Genius of pass'd Ages Moore.
",,12442,"","A poet may ""to the Eye of Judgement ever shine""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:36:59 UTC,""
4759,Walpole,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found also in ECCO,2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Thrice shou'd Rebellion rear her Head,
With Front of Brass, but Heart of Lead,
Still bent upon Restoring;
Before my Sons thrice shall she fly,
Thrice at their Feet in vain shall lie
Wives for their Lords imploring.
(p. 275 in Whaley, p. 10 in Browne's reprint)",,12589,Why reprinted and commented on by Browne in 1765. Authorship may be confused? (LION lists as anonymous but also placed in Whaley's Poems?),"""Thrice shou'd Rebellion rear her Head, / With Front of Brass, but Heart of Lead""",Metal,2014-02-22 20:34:17 UTC,""
4760,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Let num'rous Acres others Hopes employ,
Let Heaps of hoarded Gold give others Joy,
Whom neigh'bring Fear for ever keeps awake,
Or whose short Slumbers early Trumpets break;
Let Ease, by Poverty begot, be mine,
While on my Hearth the scanty Faggots shine,
And my own Hand sets down the swelling Vine.
Let but each Year afford me fresh supplies,
And faithful to my Hopes my Crops arise;
For to each Stock or Stone I bend my Brow,
That bears the hallow'd, tho' neglected, Bough;
And the first Fruit with which my Branches nod,
Falls ever sacred to the rural God.
Nor be the Gift to Ceres' Temple small,
But the full Sheaf hang trembling on the Wall;
And in the Garden let Priapus stand
To scare the Birds with his red threat'ning Wand.
Ye too, once Guardians of a happier Plain,
Now scarce employ'd to watch my small Domain,
Ye Lares, yet ye shall your Rites obtain.
Then the fat Calf before your Altars bled,
Suffice it now that the Lamb's Blood be shed;
An ample Victim from my lessen'd Mead.
The Lamb; round whom the rustick Lad and Lass
Shall briskly trip it o'er th' unbending Grass,
And Io! Ceres, sing, and crown the sparkling Glass,
Content I live now on the humble plain,
Nor envy toilsome Riches got with Pain;
While the Palm guards me from the Dog Star's Heat,
And the cool Stream runs murm'ring at my Feet.
Without a Blush I oft bear home the Lamb
Shiv'ring and cold forsaken of its Dam;
Nor sometimes scorn to hold the Plowman's Rein,
And force the Oxen thro' the stubborn Plain.
Oh! spare ye Wolves, and Thieves, my little Stock,
Your Appetites require the rich Man's Flock.
To Shepherd Pan I sacrifice each Year,
And the next Shrine to peaceful Pales rear,
On humble Tables serv'd, and earthen Ware:
On earthen Ware, such was the Ancients Way,
And such they fashion'd of the yielding Clay.
I ask nor Gold nor Silver on my Board,
Nor Barns with Corn by thrifty Grandsires stor'd,
Let my small Table be but neatly spread,
And give me, Gods, a clean, tho' homely Bed;
And in my Arms when charmig Delia lies,
Let the Sea roar and blust'ring Winds arise,
Her Breasts my Port, my Guardian Stars her Eyes.
How sweet those furious Blasts and Tempests prove,
That make each Kiss come warmer from my Love?
How do thick Show'rs improve my silent Joy,
And aid the Sleep they threaten to destroy?
This be my Fate.--Wealthy the Wretch shou'd be
That bears the Wind, and Rain, and raging Sea.
Rather be lost all Wealth; all India burn
Than any Nymph should for my Absence mourn,
In dreadful War let great Messalla shine,
And on the Land or Main his Battles join;
Me the soft Fair agreeably detains,
A Captive blest I triumph in her Chains.
Thee only Delia, thee I seek, not Fame,
To live with thee I'll bear a Coward's Name:
May I thy Face in my last Hour behold,
May I thy Hand with dying Farewel hold;
Thou'lt weep and place me, Delia, on the Pyre,
And with thy Tears a while retard the Fire:
Thou'lt weep, I know thy gentle Soul, my Fair,
No senseless Steel, no rugged Flint dwells there.
From that sad Dirge no Youth unmov'd shall go,
No Nymph not bear away a friendly Woe.
But mod'rate then thy Sorrow, Oh my Fair,
Nor strike in Grief thy swelling Breasts, nor dare
To violate thy Cheeks or flowing Hair.",,12590,•I've included twice: Flint and Steel,"""Thou'lt weep, I know thy gentle Soul, my Fair, / No senseless Steel, no rugged Flint dwells there.""",Metal,2014-02-22 20:45:38 UTC,""
4761,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Here glad Cornaro fix'd; and hop'd to find
Whate'er might please a Knowledge-loving Mind,
Or where the Columns rose with beauteous Wreath,
Or Sculpture seem'd to speak, or Paint to breath;
And tho' each Day increas'd his curious Store
Thought his capacious Soul had room for more;
And little deem'd the Moment was so nigh,
When all these Pleasures of his Breast should die,
The Beams of Science from his Soul retire
And fade, extinguish'd by a nobler Fire,
As kindled Wood, howe'er its Flames may rise,
When the bright Sun appears, in Embers dies.
Minerva sudden from his Soul was fled,
And Venus reign'd successive in her stead.
A thousand fair ones of her frolick Train,
Long at the Youth had aim'd their Shafts in vain;
Lanc'd from the wanton Eye they sought his Heart,
But Virtue's Temper still repuls'd the Dart,
Nor all their Force nor Poison need he fear,
Virtue must tip the Point that enter'd there;
As Diamonds scorn the Pow'r of keenest Steel,
And touch'd alone by Fellow-Gems can feel.
One Glance at last an easy Passage found,
And undirected made the deeper Wound;
From Modesty's bright Quiver it was sent,
Nor knew its beauteous Owner where it went.
From chaste Delphina's pow'rful Eye it came,
Malta to Venice lent the charming Dame;
Malta, blest Isle! Whose Daughters all are fair,
Whose Sons to Manly Fortitude are dear,
So properly do Love and Glory meet,
And Valour still with Beauty holds his Seat.
Soon as his Breast receiv'd the potent Ray,
Whate'er possest it, instantly gave way;
As in the Wood before the Lightning's Beam,
Perish the Leaves, and the whole Tree is Flame.",,12592,"","""And tho' each Day increas'd his curious Store / Thought his capacious Soul had room for more""","",2009-09-14 19:37:09 UTC,""
4761,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Here glad Cornaro fix'd; and hop'd to find
Whate'er might please a Knowledge-loving Mind,
Or where the Columns rose with beauteous Wreath,
Or Sculpture seem'd to speak, or Paint to breath;
And tho' each Day increas'd his curious Store
Thought his capacious Soul had room for more;
And little deem'd the Moment was so nigh,
When all these Pleasures of his Breast should die,
The Beams of Science from his Soul retire
And fade, extinguish'd by a nobler Fire,
As kindled Wood, howe'er its Flames may rise,
When the bright Sun appears, in Embers dies.
Minerva sudden from his Soul was fled,
And Venus reign'd successive in her stead.
A thousand fair ones of her frolick Train,
Long at the Youth had aim'd their Shafts in vain;
Lanc'd from the wanton Eye they sought his Heart,
But Virtue's Temper still repuls'd the Dart,
Nor all their Force nor Poison need he fear,
Virtue must tip the Point that enter'd there;
As Diamonds scorn the Pow'r of keenest Steel,
And touch'd alone by Fellow-Gems can feel.
One Glance at last an easy Passage found,
And undirected made the deeper Wound;
From Modesty's bright Quiver it was sent,
Nor knew its beauteous Owner where it went.
From chaste Delphina's pow'rful Eye it came,
Malta to Venice lent the charming Dame;
Malta, blest Isle! Whose Daughters all are fair,
Whose Sons to Manly Fortitude are dear,
So properly do Love and Glory meet,
And Valour still with Beauty holds his Seat.
Soon as his Breast receiv'd the potent Ray,
Whate'er possest it, instantly gave way;
As in the Wood before the Lightning's Beam,
Perish the Leaves, and the whole Tree is Flame.",,12593,•I've included twice: Light and Fire,"""All these Pleasures of his Breast should die, / The Beams of Science from his Soul retire / And fade, extinguish'd by a nobler Fire, / As kindled Wood, howe'er its Flames may rise, / When the bright Sun appears, in Embers dies.""","",2013-11-01 03:45:43 UTC,""