work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6050,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 18:24:54 UTC,"HONORIA
Ambition!--not that emulative zeal
Which wings the tow'ring souls of godlike men!
But bold, oppressive, self-created pow'r,
That, trampling o'er the barrier of the laws,
And scattering wide the tender shoots of pity,
Strikes at the root of reason, and confines
Nature itself in bondage! Oh! 'tis vile!
But, thank the Gods! no spells can curb the mind,
While splendour's proudest claim is less than virtue!",,19421,"","""Ambition!--not that emulative zeal
Which wings the tow'ring souls of godlike men! / But bold, oppressive, self-created pow'r, / That, trampling o'er the barrier of the laws, / And scattering wide the tender shoots of pity, / Strikes at the root of reason, and confines / Nature itself in bondage!""",Fetters,2012-01-09 18:24:54 UTC,""
4914,"",LION,2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,"PROLOGUE
Like fam'd La Mancha's Knight, who Launce in hand,
Mounted his Steed to free th' enchanted Land,
Our Quixote Bard sets forth a Monster-taming,
Arm'd at all Points, to fight that Hydra-- Gaming
Aloft on Pegasus he waves his Pen,
And hurls Defiance at the Caitiff's Den.
The First on fancy'd Giants spent his Rage,
But This has more than Windmills to engage.
He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul,
Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul;
Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys,
Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.
To save our Land from this Magician's Charms,
And rescue Maids and Matrons from his Arms,
Our Knight Poetic comes--And Oh! ye Fair!
This black Enchanter's wicked Arts beware!
His subtle Poison dims the brightest Eyes,
And at his Touch, each Grace and Beauty dies.
Love, Gentleness and Joy to Rage give Way,
And the soft Dove becomes a Bird of Prey,
May this our bold Advent'rer break the Spell,
And drive the Dæmon to his native Hell.
(p. v)",,22660,"","""He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.""",Fetters,2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,Prologue