work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5212,"",Searching keywords in HDIS (Poetry),2003-11-22 00:00:00 UTC,"The Cyprian queen, at Hymen's fond request,
Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art;
Fears, sighs and wishes of the enamoured breast,
And pains that please, are mixed in every part.
With rosy hand the spicy fruit she brought,
From Paphian hills and fair Cythera's isle;
And tempered sweet with these the melting thought,
The kiss ambrosial and the yielding smile;
(ll. 9-16, p. 407)",,14027,•Attributed to Collins. Published after his death.,Thought may melt,"",2009-09-14 19:39:46 UTC,""
5225,"","Searching ""brain"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Thou God with vengeance arm'd, appear;
Thou God with vengeance arm'd, whose fear
The Earth (for Thee her Judge she knows,)
Submissive owns, thy pow'r disclose,
And instant from thy seat arise,
Each proud transgressor to chastise.
How long shall impious Crouds, how long,
With haughtiest insult arm their tongue?
How long in bitt'rest gall each word
Infuse, and boast their conqu'ring sword?
Thy Flock, great God, their fury own;
Beneath their stroke thy People groan:
Their hands, remorseless, to the tomb
The Widow and the Stranger doom;
Nor innocence nor tend'rest age
Can shield the Orphan from their rage.
""Ne'er shall our deeds in Heav'n be known,
""Or reach (they cry,) the distant Throne
""Of Israel's Lord.""--Ye fools and blind!
Return, and seek a better mind.
Say, when shall Wisdom's light serene
Your souls from error's childhood wean?
Who knew to plant the ear, shall He
Not hear? Who form'd the eye, not see?
Shall aught of guilt his search evade,
Who bids the Nations he has made,
Inform'd by his paternal care,
The gifts of various Science share,
Who Reason in the bosom pours,
Its growth improves, its fruit matures,
Each counsel of the human brain
Weighs in his scale, and stamps it vain?",,14056,"•Psalm XCIV
•DNB notes Psalms is a popular work. ""Merrick was evidently aiming to capture a different audience from the nonconformists who were singing Isaac Watts's The Psalms of David of 1719: he seems to have been attempting a version which would be an alternative to Watts for the Church of England, and which would also 'answer the purposes of private devotion' (preface). He used a number of metres; the majority were couplets in octosyllabics or of seven syllables. The popularity of the book is shown by its frequent reprinting, and by an edition 'divided into stanzas and adapted for devotion' by W. D. Tattersall (1794). Before that, twenty-one of Merrick's psalms had appeared in J. Ash and C. Evans's A Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (1781), over the signature 'M'; they were set to music by William Hayes (1775) for use in Magdalen College chapel, Oxford. Further editions with musical settings followed, including settings by Haydn. According to Julian's Dictionary of Hymnology, Merrick's psalm versions were popular in the early nineteenth century, but had by 1892 'fallen very much into disuse' (p. 725, col. 2). It is not difficult to see why: although they were commended by Robert Lowth (who of course had a hand in them, and who described Merrick as 'one of the best of men, and most eminent of scholars'), they were described by a contemporary critic as tame and diffuse, and James Montgomery has some sharp comments on their verbosity. They are now forgotten. They were greatly admired, however, in Merrick's own time: Thomas Warton said that they evidenced 'a flow of poetical language, and a richness of imagery, which give dignity to the subject, without departing from the sense of the inspired writer' (Coates, 439).""","""Reason in the bosom pours, / Its growth improves, its fruit matures, / Each counsel of the human brain / Weighs in his scale, and stamps it vain?""",Impression,2013-11-11 04:40:28 UTC,I've included the entire poem
5250,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Virtue, of constitution nice,
Quickly degen'rates into Vice;
Change but the Person, Place, and Time,
And what was Merit turns to Crime.
Wisdom, which men with so much pain,
With so much weariness attain,
May in a little moment quit,
And abdicate the throne of Wit,
And leave, a vacant seat, the brain,
For Folly to usurp and reign.
Should you but discompose the tide,
On which Ideas wont to ride,
Ferment it with a yeasty Storm,
Or with high Floods of Wine deform;
Altho' Sir Oracle is he,
Who is as wise, as wise can be,
In one short minute we shall find
The wise man gone, a fool behind.
Courage, that is all nerve and heart,
That dares confront Death's brandish'd dart,
That dares to single Fight defy
The stoutest Hector of the sky,
Whose mettle ne'er was known to slack,
Nor wou'd on thunder turn his back;
How small a matter may controul,
And sooth the fury of his soul!
Shou'd this intrepid Mars, his clay
Dilute with nerve-relaxing Tea,
Thin broths, thin whey, or water-gruel,
He is no longer fierce and cruel,
But mild and gentle as a dove,
The Hero's melted down to Love.
The juices soften'd, (here we note
More on the juices than the Coat
Depends, to make a valiant Mars
Rich in the heraldry of scars)
The Man is soften'd too, and shews
No fondness for a bloody nose.
When Georgy S**k***le shunn'd the Fray,
He'd swill'd a little too much Tea.
Chastity melts like sun-kiss'd snow,
When Lust's hot wind begins to blow.
Let but that horrid Creature, Man,
Breathe on a lady thro' her fan,
Her Virtue thaws, and by and bye
Will of the falling Sickness die.
Lo! Beauty, still more transitory,
Fades in the mid-day of its glory!
For Nature in her kindness swore,
That she who kills, shall kill no more;
And in pure mercy does erase
Each killing feature in the face;
Plucks from the cheek the damask rose,
E'en at the moment that it blows;
Dims the bright lustre of those eyes
To which the Gods wou'd sacrifice;
Dries the moist lip, and pales its hue,
And brushes off its honied dew;
Flattens the proudly swelling chest,
Furrows the round elastic breast,
And all the Loves that on it play'd,
Are in a tomb of wrinkles laid;
Recalls those charms, which she design'd
To please, and not bewitch Mankind;
But with too delicate a touch,
Heightening the Ornaments too much,
She finds her daughters can convert
Blessings to curses, good to hurt,
Proof of parental love to give,
She blots them out that Man may live.
",,14145,"•I've included thrice: Tide, Ship, Tempest","""Should you but discompose the tide, / On which Ideas wont to ride, / Ferment it with a yeasty Storm, / Or with high Floods of Wine deform.""","",2014-08-21 20:39:12 UTC,""
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,""
6966,"",Reading,2011-06-23 16:53:22 UTC,"WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON THE SEA-SHORE
Thou restless fluctuating Deep,
Expressive of the human Mind,
In thy for ever varying Form,
My own inconstant Self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful Waves,
In just Gradations to the Shore:
While on thy Brow, unclouded shines
The Regent of the midnight Hour.
Blest Emblem of that equal State,
Which I this Moment feel within:
Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls,
And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing Tide,
Their Light the trembling Moon-Beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's Image smiles,
And gayly brightens all my Heart.
But ah! this flatt'ring Scene of Peace,
By neither can be long possest,
When Eurus breaks thy transient Calm,
And rising Sorrows shake my Breast.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's Silver Ray
When Clouds opposing intervene:
And ev'ry Joy that Friendship gives
Shall fade beneath the Gloom of Spleen.
(pp. 38-9)",,18782,Meta-metaphorical? -- The ocean is expressive of the mind. ,"""Thou restless fluctuating Deep, / Expressive of the human Mind, / In thy for ever varying Form, / My own inconstant Self I find.""","",2011-06-23 16:53:44 UTC,I've included the entire poem
6966,"",Reading,2011-06-23 16:55:27 UTC,"WRITTEN EXTEMPORE ON THE SEA-SHORE
Thou restless fluctuating Deep,
Expressive of the human Mind,
In thy for ever varying Form,
My own inconstant Self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful Waves,
In just Gradations to the Shore:
While on thy Brow, unclouded shines
The Regent of the midnight Hour.
Blest Emblem of that equal State,
Which I this Moment feel within:
Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls,
And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing Tide,
Their Light the trembling Moon-Beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's Image smiles,
And gayly brightens all my Heart.
But ah! this flatt'ring Scene of Peace,
By neither can be long possest,
When Eurus breaks thy transient Calm,
And rising Sorrows shake my Breast.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's Silver Ray
When Clouds opposing intervene:
And ev'ry Joy that Friendship gives
Shall fade beneath the Gloom of Spleen.
(pp. 38-9)",,18783,Meta-metaphorical: emblem,"""Blest Emblem of that equal State, / Which I this Moment feel within: / Where Thought to Thought succeeding rolls, / And all is placid and serene.""","",2011-06-23 16:55:27 UTC,I've included the entire poem
6976,"",Reading,2011-06-23 20:21:15 UTC,"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd,
And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas,
By his unerring guidance safely led,
Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace.
(p. 69)",,18803,"","""Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace.""","",2011-06-23 20:21:15 UTC,""
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:55:41 UTC,"""Sincere th'unalter'd bliss her charms impart,
""Sedate th'enlivening ardors they inspire;
""She bids no transient rapture thrill the heart,
""She wakes no feverish gust of fierce desire.
""Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way,
""All to the storm th'unfetter'd sail devolve;
""Man more unwise resigns the mental sway,
""Born headlong on by passion's keen resolve.
""While storms remote but murmur on thine ear,
""Nor waves in ruinous uproar round thee roll,
""Yet yet a moment check thy prone career,
""And curb the keen resolve that prompts thy soul.
(pp. 15-6)",,18816,"","""""Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way, / All to the storm th'unfetter'd sail devolve; / Man more unwise resigns the mental sway, / Born headlong on by passion's keen resolve.""","",2011-06-25 03:55:41 UTC,""
7984,"",Reading,2014-07-25 18:17:07 UTC,"And yet these passions which, on nature's plan,
Call out the hero while they form the man,
Warp'd from the sacred line that nature gave,
As meanly ruin as they nobly save.
The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires
With all its virtues, and with all its fires,
Led by these sirens to some wild extreme,
Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam;
Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky
Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.
But he whose active, unencumber'd mind
Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind,
Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow,
Like the bright orb that rises on the Po,
O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines,
And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.
(p. 154)",,24300,"","""The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires / With all its virtues, and with all its fires, / Led by these sirens to some wild extreme, / Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam; / Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky / Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.""","",2014-07-25 18:17:07 UTC,""
8193,"","Reading Earl Wasserman, ""The English Romantics: The Grounds of Knowledge,"" Studies in Romanticism 4:1 (Autumn, 1964): 17-34, 20.",2017-01-18 15:58:47 UTC,"Thus bellows Eure; so Young's seraphic fire
Pourtrays the fury of Busiris' ire:
""Where fall the sounding cataracts of Nile,
""The mountains tremble, and the waters boil,
""Like them I rush, like them my fury pour,
""And give the future world one wonder more.""
Thus man, the harpy of his own content,
With blust'ring passions, phrensically bent,
Wild in the rapid vortex whirls the soul,
Till reason bursts, impatient of controul.
But now the wavy conflict tends to peace,
And jarring elements their tumults cease,
Placid below, the stream obsequious flows,
And silent wonders how fell Discord grows.
So the calm mind reviews her tortur'd state,
Resuming reason for the cool debate.
So lessons Eure: a hapless exile she,
Proscrib'd her realm, unleagued with the sea; [...]
(p. 42)",,25005,"POEM quotes Young's poem... Strange! -- Using one poem as the basis for simile. As if drawing on the poem (Young's) and not what the poem describes (a cataract. Note, Wasserman cites the lines from ""Thus"" on down disapprovingly, eliding the way in which Maude grounds his comparison in a citation not in nature. -- Note the comparison is two-deep: I hear Denham's ""O Could I flow like thee churning still more distantly...""","""Thus man [like a cataract], the harpy of his own content, / With blust'ring passions, phrensically bent, / Wild in the rapid vortex whirls the soul, / Till reason bursts, impatient of controul.""","",2017-01-18 16:02:29 UTC,""