work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5292,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Hail to the spot, where Britain's laurel springs
With stem renew'd, and rears its growth to heaven;
What moral beauties, in their classic robe
Transparent, thus in regal state express'd,
With sweet benevolence enchant my soul?
What new creation rises to my view?
Where niggard nature every boon denied;
Where earth and water, with ungenial bent,
To form and taste, and order seem'd averse.
What powerful Fiat call'd this Eden forth,
Like that first paradise from chaos form'd,
And o'er the waste a beauteous world bid rise?
Behold a youthful king's coeval home!
A British monarch's best-lov'd natal bower,
Who cultivates the spot that gave him birth,
And crowns the scene his infant toils began,
By taste, by wisdom, and by truth inspir'd;
The guardian genius of his dawning thought,
Who wide disclos'd to wisdom's sacred ray
The eager inlets of his ample mind,
And pour'd upon each opening mental cell,
The virtue-forming scientific beam,
With letter'd and religious radiance fill'd,
The fair expanses of his princely soul,
And taught it early on the world to shine;
Who rear'd the monarch, and who form'd the man.
'Twas he who's penetrating plastic eye,
Whose copious, clear, and comprehensive thought,
By moral beauty and by genius led,
Where taste and learning mark'd th'unerring line;
'Twas he reform'd the rude enormous sketch,
To order, beauty, harmony and ease,
And crown'd with classic grace the kingly plan;
Where every transcript of a copious soul,
With strong attraction charms the judging eye;
And penetrates with sweet propriety,
The heart susceptible, the feeling string
Congenial stretch'd by beauty's hand impress'd,
And rich variety, where order reigns,
Who reads with raptur'd appetite regal'd
And feasted faculty, much more than strikes
The vague external sense by taste unschool'd,
And lectures vainly to the vulgar eye.",,14218,"•I've included five times: Dawn, Ray, Inlet, Cell, Beam","""The guardian genius of his dawning thought, / Who wide disclos'd to wisdom's sacred ray / The eager inlets of his ample mind, / And pour'd upon each opening mental cell, / The virtue-forming scientific beam / With letter'd and religious radiance fill'd, / The fair expanses of his princely soul, / And taught it early on the world to shine; / Who rear'd the monarch, and who form'd the man""",Rooms,2013-06-11 16:26:39 UTC,""
5400,"",HDIS (Poetry); found again. Confirmed in ECCO-TCP.,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"My heart in Delia is so fully blest,
It has no room to lodge another joy;
My peace all leans upon that gentle breast,
And only there misfortune can annoy.
(p. 86) ",,14492,•Is this an 'Architecture' or a 'Population' metaphor? -- a pun on room!?,"""My heart in Delia is so fully blest, / It has no room to lodge another joy.""",Rooms,2014-03-08 17:01:30 UTC,""
5425,"",Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Scorn'd be the wretch that quits his genial bowl,
His loves, his friendships, ev'n his self, resigns;
Perverts the sacred instinct of his soul,
And to a ducate's dirty sphere confines.
But come, my friend, with taste, with science blest,
Ere age impair me, and ere gold allure;
Restore thy dear idea to my breast,
The rich deposit shall the shrine secure.
Let others toil to gain the sordid ore,
The charms of independence let us sing;
Blest with thy friendship, can I wish for more?
I'll spurn the boasted wealth of Lydia's king.
(Cf. I, pp. 35-6 in 1764 ed.)",,14534,"•Footnote to Lydia's King gives ""Croesus""","""Restore thy dear idea to my breast, / The rich deposit shall the shrine secure.""",Coinage,2013-10-21 19:47:15 UTC,"Elegies, Written on Many Different Occasions."
5443,"","Found again searching ""mint"" and heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2003-11-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint,
While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't;
The pupil of impulse, it forced him along,
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong;
Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,
The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home;
Would you ask for his merits? alas! he had none,
What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.
(pp. 8-9. ll. 43-50, p. 750 in Lonsdale)",2012-04-11,14558,"•Checked against ECCO, changed punctuation to match.
•USED IN ENTRY
•Cross-reference: Fielding' s Amelia: ""your Mind is a Treasury of all ancient and modern Learning.""","""Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, / While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't.""",Coinage,2012-04-11 18:48:21 UTC,""
5485,"",Reading,2003-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"To doggerel now I turn my pen:
A time may come (but lord knows when)
That I may try to think again.
At present in my brain there floats
A thousand parti-colored motes;
From which, if time would but permit,
I might sift some sparks of wit;
And many a line in verse and prose
Are lost, whilst half-asleep I doze.
My pineal gland could you but view,
You'd scarce believe your eyes see true:
There's such a jumble; good and bad,
All sorts of thoughts, may there be had;
Like broker's shop, where we may find
Goods that belong to half mankind;
Which, should the master dare produce,
Are little worth, and out of use;
And joy could sparkle in his face,
Could he put better in their place.
Thus oft, from shop of brain, I try
To throw the dirt and rubbish by;
But still they gain their former state,
Or leave a vacuum in the pate.
(ll. 1-23, p. 346 in Lonsdale edition)",,14691,"•See also previous two entries. Vacuum doesn't exactly fit with the Shop metaphor, but then it doesn't exactly stand alone. I should work to reformulate the proposition better. FIXED.
•Some loose (FID-like) representations of thought follow in the next stanzas.","""Thus oft, from shop of brain, I try / To throw the dirt and rubbish by; / But still they gain their former state, / Or leave a vacuum in the pate.""",Rooms,2013-11-11 22:33:52 UTC,""
5458,Momus Glass,Reading,2011-06-16 20:16:45 UTC,"And see, with these is holy Friendship found,
With chrystal bosom open to the sight;
Her gentle hand fhall close the recent wound,
And fill the vacant heart with calm delight.
(p. 146)",,18702,"","""And see, with these is holy Friendship found, / With chrystal bosom open to the sight; / Her gentle hand fhall close the recent wound, / And fill the vacant heart with calm delight.""
","",2011-06-16 20:16:45 UTC,""
6974,"",Reading,2011-06-23 20:04:26 UTC,"To me how tasteless ev’ry Scene of Joy,
The vacant Heart by happy Impulse feels:
While mine, which Thoughts of genuine Grief employ,
From chearful Crowds to drear Retirement steals.
(p. 64)",,18801,"","""To me how tasteless ev’ry Scene of Joy, / The vacant Heart by happy Impulse feels / While mine, which Thoughts of genuine Grief employ, / From chearful Crowds to drear Retirement steals.""","",2011-06-23 20:04:26 UTC,""
7499,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-02 15:44:03 UTC,"LXI
Adieu, ye lays, that fancy's flowers adorn,
The soft amusement of the vacant mind!
He sleeps in dust, and all the Muses mourn,
He, whom each Virtue fired, each grace refined,
Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind!--
He sleeps in dust.--Ah, how should I pursue
My theme!--To heart-consuming grief resign'd
Here on his recent grave I fix my view,
And pour my bitter tears.--Ye flowery lays, adieu!
(Bk II, p. 44, ll. 541-49)",,21413,"","""Adieu, ye lays, that fancy's flowers adorn, / The soft amusement of the vacant mind!""","",2013-07-02 15:44:03 UTC,Book II
5404,"",Reading; text from ECCO-TCP.,2014-03-08 17:35:02 UTC,"But if thou com'st with frown austere
To nurse the brood of care and fear;
To bid our sweetest passions die,
And leave us in their room a sigh;
Or if thine aspect stern have power
To wither each poor transient flower,
That cheers the pilgrimage of woe,
And dry the springs whence hope should flow;
WISDOM, thine empire I disclaim,
Thou empty boast of pompous name!
In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell,
But never haunt my chearful cell.
Hail to pleasure's frolic train;
Hail to fancy's golden reign;
Festive mirth, and laughter wild,
Free and sportful as the child;
Hope with eager sparkling eyes,
And easy faith, and fond surprise:
Let these, in fairy colours drest,
Forever share my careless breast;
Then, tho' wise I may not be,
The wise themselves shall envy me.
(pp. 57-8)",,23518,"TYPO: ""driest""/drest","""Hail to pleasure's frolic train; / Hail to fancy's golden reign; / Festive mirth, and laughter wild, / Free and sportful as the child; / Hope with eager sparkling eyes, / And easy faith, and fond surprise: / Let these, in fairy colours drest, / Forever share my careless breast; / Then, tho' wise I may not be, / The wise themselves shall envy me.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2014-03-08 17:35:02 UTC,""
7984,"",Reading,2014-07-25 18:15:32 UTC,"The passions then all human virtue give,
Fill up the soul, and lend her strength to live.
To them we owe fair truth's unspotted page,
The generous patriot, and the moral sage;
The hand that forms the geometric line,
The eye that pierces through the' embowel'd mine,
The tongue that thunders eloquence along,
And the fine ear that melts it into song.
(p. 154)",,24299,"","""The passions then all human virtue give, / Fill up the soul, and lend her strength to live.""","",2014-07-25 18:15:32 UTC,""