work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3957,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-06 00:00:00 UTC,"He paused a while, stood silent in his mood;
For yet his rage was boiling in his blood:
But soon his tender mind the impression felt,
As softest metals are not slow to melt,
And pity soonest runs in gentle minds:
Then reasons with himself; and first he finds
His passion cast a mist before his sense,
And either made, or magnified, the offence.
Offence! of what? to whom? who judged the cause?
The prisoner freed himself by Nature's laws:
Born free, he sought his right; the man he freed
Was perjured, but his love excused the deed:
Thus pondering, he looked under with his eyes,
And saw the women's tears, and heard their cries;
Which moved compassion more: he shook his head,
And softly sighing, to himself he said:--
(p. 598, ll. 328-43)",,10310,"John Dryden. Ed. Keith Walker Oxford and New York: Oxford UP, 1987.","""As softest metals are not slow to melt, / And pity soonest runs in gentle minds:""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC,Book II
4141,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss:
When turning backwards with inverted Eyes,
The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys,
The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace
And Image of the Godhead: no alloy
Of Flesh, its sprightly Beauties can destroy;
Nor Death nor Fate can snatch the lasting Joy.
Through ev'ry Limb the active Spirit flows;
Diffusing Life and Vigour as it goes,
But is it self unmixt, and free from Dross;
Reflected on its glitt'ring Form it views
All Nature's Works, with eager Steps persues
The Species as they fly, and subtly draws
From single Objects universal Laws:
Thus whilst great Jove the whirling Engine guides,
And o'er the Times and rolling Year presides:
Still, as he turns the rapid Wheels of Chance,
Himself immortal and unchang'd remains,
And when the empty Scene of Nature cloys,
Sinks in the Godhead, and himself enjoys.",,10660,"","""[N]o alloy / Of Flesh"" can destroy the ""sprightly Beauties"" of the soul ""Nor Death nor Fate can snatch the lasting Joy. / Through ev'ry Limb the active Spirit flows;
Diffusing Life and Vigour as it goes, / But is it self unmixt, and free from Dross""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4147,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Ah cruel Nymph! of Women Thou the worst!
Thee surely Mountains bred, Thee Tygers nurst.
For Rocks and Tygers soft and human be,
If Rocks and Tygers are compar'd with Thee.
For generous Love Thou mak'st no kind Return,
Unworthy of the Flames with which I burn!
But now I come to cure my fond Disease;
This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please.
Think not I mean thy Choler to create,
Or breed new Matter for thy Scorn or Hate.
This Gift th' unpleasing Object shall remove;
Then you will smile, you will my Pangs approve,
'Tis such a Present, such a Sight you Love.",,10663,"","""But now I come to cure my fond Disease; / This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please.""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4141,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"But since the Vertues all, a lovely Train,
That raise the Soul, and beautifie the Man;
Depend upon the Judgment of the Mind,
Thence to the Will an easie Passage find,
And ripen into Action: Guard with Care
That bufie Part, from Clouds and Vapours clear,
With Art and Industry the Soul refine,
And let the Morn with all its Lustre in;
The Fates indeed obstruct the Noble Art:
The Search of Truths too long and Life too short:
Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day,
E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away;
The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun
The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:
In Darkness hid, it wanders far astray,
Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey,
And only range, where they direct the Way;
But tho' the Task be difficult and hard,
Despair not, Wisdom will the Toil reward:
The Globe with Objects fill'd, a vast Immense,
Breeds various Forms for Reason, and for Sense:
Seek not to know, or comprehend, the Whole,
But chuse the brightest Objects for the Soul.",,10665,"•I've included thrice: Fog and Mist, Dross, and Night and Day","""Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day, / E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away; / The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun / The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,""
4213,"Horace, Book I, Ode iii","Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"His fearless Heart immur'd with tripple Brass.
The daring Mortal surely wore,
Who first the faithless Main durst pass,
And in a treacherous Bark new Worlds explore.
(p. 3, ll. 9-12)
",,10972,"","""His fearless Heart immur'd with tripple Brass. / The daring Mortal surely wore""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"Volume IV, The Odes of Horace"
4209,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"[1]Hence, let us go--why waste we Time in vain?
See what Effect our low Submissions gain!
Lik'd or not lik'd, his Words we must relate,
The Greeks expect them, and our Heroes wait.
Proud as he is, that Iron-heart retains
Its stubborn Purpose, and his Friends disdains.
Stern, and unpitying! if a Brother bleed,
On just Attonement, we remit the Deed;
A Sire the Slaughter of his Son forgives;
[2]The Price of Blood discharg'd, the Murd'rer lives:
The haughtiest Hearts at length their Rage resign,
And Gifts can conquer ev'ry Soul but thine.
The Gods that unrelenting Breast have steel'd,
And curs'd thee with a Mind that cannot yield.
One Woman-Slave was ravish'd from thy Arms:
Lo, sev'n are offer'd, and of equal Charms.
Then hear, Achilles! be of better Mind;
[3]Revere thy Roof, and to thy Guests be kind;
And know the Men, of all the Grecian Host,
Who honour Worth, and prize thy Valour most.",,10973,"","""Proud as he is, that Iron-heart retains / Its stubborn Purpose, and his Friends disdains""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,The Speech of Ajax
4209,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in ECCO-TCP",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Unpitying Pow'rs! how oft each holy Fane
Has Hector ting'd with Blood of Victims slain?
And can ye still his cold Remains pursue?
Still grudge his Body to the Trojans View?
Deny to Consort, Mother, Son, and Sire,
The last sad Honours of the fun'ral Fire?
Is then the dire Achilles all your Care?
That Iron Heart, inflexibly severe;
A Lion, not a Man, who slaughters wide
In Strength of Rage and Impotence of Pride,
Who hastes to murder with a savage Joy,
Invades around, and breathes but to destroy.
Shame is not of his Soul; nor understood,
The greatest Evil and the greatest Good
Still for one Loss he rages unresign'd,
Repugnant to the Lot of all Mankind;
To lose a Friend, a Brother, or a Son,
Heav'n dooms each Mortal, and its Will is done:
A while they sorrow, then dismiss their Care;
Fate gives the Wound, and Man is born to bear.
But this Insatiate the Commission giv'n
By Fate, exceeds; and tempts the Wrath of Heav'n:
Lo how his Rage dishonest drags along
Hector's dead Earth insensible of Wrong!
Brave tho' he be, yet by no Reason aw'd,
He violates the Laws of Man and God.",,10974,"","""Is then the dire Achilles all your Care? / That Iron Heart, inflexibly severe.""",Metal,2013-11-26 05:12:30 UTC,""
4209,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""; found again in ECCO-TCP.",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Hence, let us go--why waste we Time in vain?
See what Effect our low Submissions gain!
Lik'd or not lik'd, his Words we must relate,
The Greeks expect them, and our Heroes wait.
Proud as he is, that Iron-heart retains
Its stubborn Purpose, and his Friends disdains.
Stern, and unpitying! if a Brother bleed,
On just Attonement, we remit the Deed;
A Sire the Slaughter of his Son forgives;
The Price of Blood discharg'd, the Murd'rer lives:
The haughtiest Hearts at length their Rage resign,
And Gifts can conquer ev'ry Soul but thine.
The Gods that unrelenting Breast have steel'd,
And curs'd thee with a Mind that cannot yield.
One Woman-Slave was ravish'd from thy Arms:
Lo, sev'n are offer'd, and of equal Charms.
Then hear, Achilles! be of better Mind;
Revere thy Roof, and to thy Guests be kind;
And know the Men, of all the Grecian Host,
Who honour Worth, and prize thy Valour most.
(III.ix, pp. 37-8, ll. 742-761)",,10975,"•I just noticed that this stanza appears three times now (separate hits).
•removed footnotes.","""The Gods that unrelenting Breast have steel'd, / And curs'd thee with a Mind that cannot yield.""",Metal,2014-03-12 14:48:07 UTC,"Vol. III, Book ix. The Speech of Ajax"
4345,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Whom busy'd thus, the Scandal of his Race,
Sextus approach'd, and thus accosts: O Grace
Of Thessaly, accustom'd here t' expound
All dark Events, and for thy Skill renown'd:
When lab'ring Fates push onward to their End,
Thou can'st arrest their Course, and often dost suspend.
O sage Enchantress, freely now declare
The dubious Fortune of the cruel War:
And know, that of no common Line I am,
But the great Pompey for my Father claim:
His Doom I follow, either, Lord of all,
With him I triumph, or with him I fall.
Tormenting Doubts my troubled Soul perplex,
But my steel'd Breast no certain Fears can vex.
Let not capricious Chance this Pow'r obtain,
T' oppress me blindly: try the Heav'nly Reign:
Or spare the Gods; and from the Ghosts below,
The Truth discover, and the Secret know.
Unlock th' Elysian Seats, and from his Cell
The griesly Figure of grim Death compel;
Make him reveal, whom, in the fatal Day,
He marks for Ruin, and designs his Prey.
Great is the Task desir'd, and worthy Thee,
To trace so dread a Doom in dark Futurity.
(Cf. p. 100 in 1714 ed.)",,11394,"","""Tormenting Doubts my troubled Soul perplex, / But my steel'd Breast no certain Fears can vex.""",Metal,2013-10-10 20:33:45 UTC,""
7447,"",Searching in Project Gutenberg,2013-06-17 16:38:23 UTC,"§ 116. And afterwards, taking a View of the several Ranks and Orders of Men, he perceiv'd that every sort of them plac'd their Delight in those Things which they possess'd at present, and that their Appetites were their God, and that they lost themselves in gathering up the little Things of this World; and that the Desire of getting more, kept them employ'd till they came to their Graves; and that all good Counsel was lost upon them; and that disputing with them had only this Effect, that it made them the more obstinate. And as for Wisdom, there was no way for them to attain it, neither had they any Share in it. For Folly has over-whelmed them, and, what they have sought after, has covered their Hearts like Rust; God has sealed up their Hearts and their Ears, and their Eyes are dim, and they shall have sore Punishment. ",,20857,"Fixing typo in PG edition ""Raft""","""For Folly has over-whelmed them, and, what they have sought after, has covered their Hearts like Rust; God has sealed up their Hearts and their Ears, and their Eyes are dim, and they shall have sore Punishment.""",Metal,2013-06-17 16:38:23 UTC,""