work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3380,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-11-21 00:00:00 UTC,"In borrow'd shape, no Vice thro' vizor seen,
Would mimic Virtue's godlike look and mien;
Or, with deception, of a darker shade,
Presume to purchase Heav'n by vain parade;
But let Religion act her honest part,
And clear each head of hypocritic Art,
While Heav'n's pure Word would prompt Affection win,
And purge the Soul from all polluting Sin;
Till, like a faithful mirror Man would shine,
By Wisdom polish'd, and by Grace, divine;
Reflecting that bless'd Pattern, plac'd above,
In perfect Peace--Goodwill--and holy Love!",,8658,"","""Heav'n's pure Word would prompt Affection win, / And purge the Soul from all polluting Sin; / Till, like a faithful mirror Man would shine, / By Wisdom polish'd, and by Grace, divine.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:42 UTC,Love Letters to my Wife; Written in 1789
5782,Inner and Outer,"Searching ""fancy"" and ""court"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"O'erbreath'd we come where, 'twixt impending hills,
Ran the joint current of two gurgling rills;
On either hand, adown each fearful steep,
Hung forth the shaggy horrors, dark and deep:
Here, thro' brown umbrage, glow'd the vivid green,
And headlong slopes, and winding paths between;
Growth above many a growth, tall trees arose,
The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those;
A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd
And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.
",,15428,•INTEREST. Metaphor of mind is here exterior?,"""The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those; / A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd / And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-04 16:48:01 UTC,""
5784,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Upon a stated festival, the chiefs
And princes of the land, with princely dames,
Convened, a galaxy!--I too was there;
And there was Eliphene, as the star
Of beauty, regent, midst the smaller sparklers!
With fond attraction she compell'd me to her,
As the touch'd needle to the frozen north;
For so I did misdeem it.--From that day,
Amidst the noblest of her princely suitors,
I too preferr'd my claim.--She first receiv'd me
With smiling, kind, encouraging complacence:
But soon her looks grew more constrain'd--whene'er
Her eyes met mine, she blush'd and turn'd aside,
As wishing to avoid me.--To all others,
She look'd an elegance of ease, and spoke
In terms as free as air--to me, her speech,
Unfrequent, was abrupt and cautious.--Stung
With scorpion'd jealousy, I, to my soul,
Thus spoke indignant--""What have these to boast,
""These favour'd rivals, o'er rejected Hugon!
""Does their pre-eminence consist in shape,
""Or feature?--eyes, that are not Eliphene's,
""Will answer, No.--And, as to feats of prowess,
""Compared with me, they're nameless!--O shame, shame,
""Shame on this weakness, this degrading passion!
""Henceforth, I will wage war on my own heart--
""And conquer it, or perish!""",,15432,"","One can ""wage war"" on his own heart and ""conquer it, or perish""","",2009-09-14 19:43:38 UTC,""
5789,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"When human feelings the warm breast inspire,
When pity softens, and when passions fire;
Then glows the Mint of Nature, apt, refined,
And Virtue strikes her image on the mind.
",,15438,•INTEREST.,"When human feelings may inspire the breast so that the ""Mint of Nature"" glows, ""Virtue strikes her image on the mind""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:43:39 UTC,""
5791,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The merchant venturous in his search of gain,
Who ploughs the winter of the boist'rous main,
From various climes collects a various store,
And lands the treasure on his native shore.
Our merchant yet imports no golden prize,
What wretches covet, and what you despise!
A different store his richer freight imparts--
The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts;
The social sense, the feelings of mankind,
And the large treasure of a godlike mind!",,15447,"","""A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!""",Coinage and Metal,2013-06-11 18:52:38 UTC,""
5781,Inwardness,"Searching ""breast"" and ""closet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But Donnegilda, cruel, crafty dame,
Great Alla's mother, over-fond of fame,
She, (as all antique parents, wondrous sage,
For youth project the inappetence of age,
Each sense endearing and humane despise,
And on the Mammon feast their down-cast eyes)
Malevolent beheld a Stranger led,
Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed:
For in the secret closet of her breast,
Constantia her imperial birth supprest,
Till Heaven should perfect the connubial band,
And with her Royal Offspring bless the land.
""Ah! ill-timed caution! were this truth declared,
""What a vast cost of future woe was spared!
""But where Heaven's will the unequal cause supplies,
""To set the world on fire a spark may well suffice.""",,15456,•Cross-reference: found again in Ogle's Canterbury Tales (1741),"""Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed: / For in the secret closet of her breast, / Constantia her imperial birth supprest""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,""
5798,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife,
This clash of good and evil, death and life!
What, what are all the wars of sea and wind,
Or wreck of matter, to This War of Mind?
Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest,
Rending the sphere of our distracted breast!
Who shall deliver, in a fight so fell;
Who save from this intestine dog of hell?",,15465,"","""O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife, / This clash of good and evil, death and life! / What, what are all the wars of sea and wind, / Or wreck of matter, to This War of Mind?""","",2009-09-14 19:43:43 UTC,""
5798,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife,
This clash of good and evil, death and life!
What, what are all the wars of sea and wind,
Or wreck of matter, to This War of Mind?
Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest,
Rending the sphere of our distracted breast!
Who shall deliver, in a fight so fell;
Who save from this intestine dog of hell?",,15466,"","""Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest, / Rending the sphere of our distracted breast!""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:43:43 UTC,""
7024,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-20 17:21:30 UTC,"Can arbitrary influence e'er controul
The in-born bias of Man's soaring Soul?
Can Mammon's votaries vainly hope to bind,
In shining shackles, his immortal Mind?
Put on some tinkling bells, and tinsel chains,
And hope he'll trudge with joy, 'mid griefs and pains?
Hope, tho' degraded to Man's meanest shape,
'Mid scoff and ridicule he'll act the ape?
That prison'd Minds will cease to pine, and mope,
'Tis Fools' absurd philosophism to hope.
Not bulls from Popes, or warrants back'd by Kings,
The Martyr's burning piles, or Miscreants' strings,
Can faithful Souls by fear, or force, subdue,
Who know their crimes are cross'd, and Heav'n is true--
For tho' imperious Popes, or Kings, may kill,
No earthly pow'r can bind the free-born Will:
'Tis like the thwarting elements at strife,
Or adverse interests torturing Man and Wife--
'Tis oil with water join'd, or fire with phlegm,
What Dolt would ever dream of mixing them?
Sooner might foolish Coachman hope to force,
The kind esteem of beaten, batter'd, horse--
Or pert Postilion, mad with megrims, think,
By whips and wales to make the creature drink:
I may by dint of discipline, compel
The fear-struck animal to travel well,
But never can by any force, or fright,
Produce pure love, or prompt an appetite.",,18939,"","""Can Mammon's votaries vainly hope to bind, / In shining shackles, his immortal Mind?""",Fetters,2011-07-20 17:21:30 UTC,""
7238,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 18:47:54 UTC,"What can such treasonable crimes atone,
Usurping, thus, their heavenly Sovereign's throne?
'Tis sacrilege; and Heav'n resents the wrongs,
When Creatures challenge what to Christ belongs!
'Tis Image-worship when a Mortal's shewn
The honours that pertain to God alone!
And are not such offences ever found,
In graceless Grandeur's fashionable round?
For is not all its glitter--all its gold--
Form'd into Images with Fancy's mould?
And tho' the Idol be a Knave or Fool,
When finish'd nice with Fashion's graving tool,
The reverence paid looks more or less divine,
In due proportion to the shew and shine.
All's calculated by the glow, and glare--
Frail, short-liv'd things their full affection share--
While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags,
Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags--
Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl,
To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul--
Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art,
That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart,
Thus to impair her strength, and spoil her wings,
No more to mount o'er temporary things,
But, drunk with spurious Pleasure--cag'd in State--
Forego true Freedom, and forget her Fate!",,19736,"","""While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags, / Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags-- / Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl, / To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul-- / Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art, / That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart, / Thus to impair her strength, and spoil her wings, / No more to mount o'er temporary things, / But, drunk with spurious Pleasure--cag'd in State-- / Forego true Freedom, and forget her Fate!""",Beasts,2012-04-29 18:47:54 UTC,""