work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3219,"","",2004-07-12 00:00:00 UTC,"832. When Satan Rules the Simple Heart
No man can enter into a strong man's house, &c.
--iii. 27.
When Satan rules the simple heart,
Jesus alone can drive him thence:
Jesus, Thy Spirit's power exert,
Bring in Thy love's omnipotence,
The fiend out of my soul to chase,
And plant Thy kingdom in its place.
The strong man arm'd this moment bind,
The bold usurper of Thy throne,
His armour seize, the carnal mind,
The unbelieving heart of stone,
Out of my flesh the evil tear,
And pluck my soul out of the snare.
My soul redeem'd from Satan's toils
Now for Thy lawful captive claim,
Stir up Thy strength and take the spoils,
Thy double property I am,
Mark'd with Thy name, the goods are Thine,
Thy work, and bought with blood Divine.",2009-12-12,8460,"","""The strong man arm'd this moment bind, / The bold usurper of Thy throne, / His armour seize, the carnal mind, / The unbelieving heart of stone, / Out of my flesh the evil tear, / And pluck my soul out of the snare.""","",2009-12-12 17:54:51 UTC,On St. Mark
3283,"","Searching ""wax"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Oh nose of wax! true symbol of the mind
Which fate and fortune mould in all mankind
(Even as the hand moulds thee) to foul or fair:--
Thee good John Bull for his device shall bear,
While Sawney Scot the ductile mass shall mould,
Bestowing paper and receiving gold.
Thy image, shrined in studious state severe,
Shall grace the pile which Brougham and Campbell rear:
Thy name to those scholastic bowers shall pass,
And rival Oxford's ancient nose of brass.
",,8545,"","A nose of wax is a ""true symbol of the mind""","",2009-09-14 19:33:38 UTC,I've included the entire poem
5172,Mind's Eye,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Therefore said they unto him, How were thine, &c.
--ix. 10.
We ask a soul no longer blind,
Who chased the darkness of thy mind,
Open'd thine inward eyes to see
That all on earth is vanity,
To see the true celestial road,
And fix thy faithful heart on God?",,13902,•I've included twice: Blindness and Eye,"""We ask a soul no longer blind, / Who chased the darkness of thy mind, / Open'd thine inward eyes to see / That all on earth is vanity""","",2009-09-14 19:39:28 UTC,S. John. Chapter IX.
6328,"","Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-09-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus moderated, thus composed, I found
Once more in Man an object of delight,
Of pure imagination, and of love;
And, as the horizon of my mind enlarged,
Again I took the intellectual eye
For my instructor, studious more to see
Great truths, than touch and handle little ones.
Knowledge was given accordingly; my trust
Became more firm in feelings that had stood
The test of such a trial; clearer far
My sense of excellence--of right and wrong:
The promise of the present time retired
Into its true proportion; sanguine schemes,
Ambitious projects, pleased me less; I sought
For present good in life's familiar face,
And built thereon my hopes of good to come.",,16778,•I've included twice: Horizon and Eye,"""And, as the horizon of my mind enlarged, / Again I took the intellectual eye / For my instructor, studious more to see / Great truths, than touch and handle little ones.""","",2009-09-14 19:47:57 UTC,""
6769,"",Reading,2010-11-24 23:18:36 UTC,"There, at the rail, each muffled head
Swings sombrely. O quiet deed!
This is the breaking of the bread;
On this the leanest heart may feed
When by the stiffly-linened priest
All wounds of light are newly dressed,
Healed by the pouring-in of wine
From bitter -- as from sweet -- grapes bled.
But one man lay beneath his vine
And, waking, found that it was dead.
And so my heart has ceased to breathe
(Though there God's worm blunted its head
And stayed.) And still I seem to smile.
(p. 9, ll. 12-24)",,18021,"","""O quiet deed! / This is the breaking of the bread; / On this the leanest heart may feed / When by the stiffly-linened priest / All wounds of light are newly dressed, / Healed by the pouring-in of wine / From bitter — as from sweet — grapes bled.""
","",2010-11-24 23:18:36 UTC,""
6769,"",Reading,2010-11-24 23:21:14 UTC,"There, at the rail, each muffled head
Swings sombrely. O quiet deed!
This is the breaking of the bread;
On this the leanest heart may feed
When by the stiffly-linened priest
All wounds of light are newly dressed,
Healed by the pouring-in of wine
From bitter -- as from sweet -- grapes bled.
But one man lay beneath his vine
And, waking, found that it was dead.
And so my heart has ceased to breathe
(Though there God's worm blunted its head
And stayed.) And still I seem to smile.
(p. 9, ll. 12-24)",,18022,On the worm see Jonah 4:7?,"""And so my heart has ceased to breathe / (Though there God's worm blunted its head / And stayed.)""","",2010-11-24 23:27:04 UTC,""
6782,"",Reading,2010-12-31 05:52:12 UTC,"[XLIII. REMORSE.]
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,--
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
It's past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.
Remorse is cureless,--the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 't is his institution,--
The complement of hell.
(p. 68)",,18079,"","""Remorse is cureless,—the disease / Not even God can heal; / For 't is his institution,-- / The complement of hell.""","",2010-12-31 05:52:12 UTC,I. Life
8104,"",Reading,2015-11-30 16:04:35 UTC,"I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I'm comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.
(p. 46)",,24742,"","""I plucked my soul out of its secret place, / And held it to the mirror of my eye, / To see it like a star against the sky, / A twitching body quivering in space, / A spark of passion shining on my face.""","",2015-11-30 16:04:44 UTC,""
8299,"",Reading in Trial Balances,2018-06-18 17:36:56 UTC,"When the mind is dark with the multiple shadows of facts,
There is no heat of the sun can warm the mind.
The facts lie streaked like the trunks of trees at evening,
Without the evening hope that they may find
Absorbent night and blind.
Howsoever sunset and summer bring rest
To the rheumatic by change, and howsoever
Sulphur's good medicine, this can have no cure--
This weight of knowledge dark on the brain is never
To be burnt out like fever,
But will slowly, with speech to tell the way and ease it,
Will sink into the blood, and warm, and slowly
Move in the veins, and murmur, and come at length
To the tongue's tip and the finger's tip most lowly
And will belong to the body wholly.",,25220,"","""This weight of knowledge dark on the brain is never / To be burnt out like fever, // But will slowly, with speech to tell the way and ease it, / Will sink into the blood, and warm, and slowly / Move in the veins, and murmur, and come at length / To the tongue's tip and the finger's tip most lowly / And will belong to the body wholly.""","",2018-06-18 17:36:56 UTC,""
8350,"",Reading,2021-06-10 13:43:50 UTC,"He is young. The father is dead.
Outside, a cold November night,
the mourner's cars are parked upon the lawn;
beneath the porch light three
brothers talk to three sons
and shiver without knowing it.
His mind's all black thickets
and blood: he knows
flesh slips quietly off bone,
he knows no last look,
that among the profusion of flowers
the lid is closed to hide
what no one could bear,
that metal rends the flesh,
that in the distant talk of brothers,
beneath the white pointed creatures, stars,
the father is dead.",,25301,"","""His mind's all black thickets / and blood.""","",2021-06-10 13:43:50 UTC,""