id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
8441,"","Searching ""haunt"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2004-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,,3212,"","",2009-11-11 17:55:48 UTC,"""Why, curst remembrance, wilt thou haunt my mind?""","Joyless I hail the solemn gloom,
Joyless I view the pillars vast and rude
Where erst the fool of Superstition trod,
In smoking blood imbrued
And rising from the tomb--
Mistaken homage to an unknown God.
Fancy, whither dost thou stray,
Whither dost thou wing thy way?
Check the rising wild delight--
Ah! what avails this awful sight?
Maria is no more!
Why, curst remembrance, wilt thou haunt my mind?
The blessings past are misery now;
Upon her lovely brow
Her lovelier soul she wore.
Soft as the evening gale
When breathing perfumes through the rose-hedged vale,
She was my joy, my happiness refined.
All hail, ye solemn horrors of this scene,
The blasted oak, the dusky green.
Ye dreary altars, by whose side
The druid-priest, in crimson dyed,
The solemn dirges sung,
And drove the golden knife
Into the palpitating seat of life,
When, rent with horrid shouts, the distant valleys rung.
The bleeding body bends,
The glowing purple stream ascends,
Whilst the troubled spirit near
Hovers in the steamy air;
Again the sacred dirge they sing,
Again the distant hill and coppice-valley ring.
Soul of my dear Maria, haste,
Whilst my languid spirits waste;
When from this my prison free,
Catch my soul, it flies to thee;
Death had doubly armed his dart,
In piercing thee, it pierced my heart."
8551,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,,3289,"","",2009-09-14 19:33:38 UTC,"A partner of one's ""future state"" should not have ""strong vice"" ""stamped upon her mind""","Observe the partner of thy future state:
If no strong vice is stamped upon her mind,
Take her; and let her ease thy amorous pain:
A little error proves her human-kind.
"
15889,"",HDIS,"",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,,5976,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:00 UTC,"The heart may bear a ""fair image"""," ""Ah cease!"" he cried, ""fond Nymph! the heart t'upbraid,
""Which thy fair image too distinctly bears:
""The cloud, which darkly o'er my fancy play'd,
""Whate'er th' illusion may have caus'd, now clears,
""And, tho' with range uncertain, doubts and fears
""Contend for empire and distract my mind.
""Ah! look not so! drop not those pearly tears
""Hide those perfections, lest, to duty blind,
'Again my working soul to madness be resign'd!'
"
15896,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),"",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,,5976,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:01 UTC,"Heaven ""Braces each nerve, and stamps with energy his soul"""," ""But thee nor toils nor adverse fate alarm:
""Thy gallant heart, where constancy presides,
""Which innate worth and gen'rous feelings warm,
""Mocks at extrinsic chance and fear derides.
""Tho' threat'ning oceans heave their boist'rous tides,
""Tho' light'nings glare, and thunders round thee roll,
""Protecting Heav'n my wand'ring hero guides,
""Inspires new courage fortune to controul,
""Braces each nerve, and stamps with energy his soul.
"
15897,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),"",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,,5976,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:01 UTC,"""Stampt on my soul, and with my life combin'd, / Is the remembrance of my much-lov'd King"""," ""Stampt on my soul, and with my life combin'd,
""Is the remembrance of my much-lov'd King;
""And dear the hours which to my grateful mind
""The splendid image of his virtues bring.
""From this pure source of knightly prowess spring
""All that of promise grac'd my rude essays.
""Thus when the Eaglet tries his feeble wing,
""Led by his princely sire, he learns to raise
""Towards Heaven his ardent glance, and on the sun to gaze.
"
15913,•I've included twice: Stamping and Sterling Silver,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Impression,2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,,5983,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:04 UTC,"""Is prouder yet in sterling worth to shine, / Stamp'd by the friendship of a mind like thine""","Then let me not with sorrowing eye pursue
Past scenes, which long have vanish'd from my view;
But ere of life the fleeting shadows close,
Thankful receive what Fortune yet bestows.
And you, my gen'rous friend, whose princely seat
Gives me from noise and strife a short retreat;
Where I can breathe again the fragrant air,
While days of leisure sweeten months of care;
Spring's blushing flowers, and Summer's fruits behold,
And Autumn's stores of vegetable gold;
Accept these votive numbers, nor refuse
The heartfelt offering of a grateful Muse;
Thanks from a heart, which, while it boasts with pride,
A line to patriots, nobles, kings, allied;
Is prouder yet in sterling worth to shine,
Stamp'd by the friendship of a mind like thine."
15914,•Mintage or vintage? Mixing wine and coin?
,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""mint""","",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,,5984,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:04 UTC,"One may be persuaded ""to drink / That charmed cup, which Reason's mintage fair / Unmoulds, and stamps the monster on the man""","Let others love soft Summer's ev'ning smiles,
As list'ning to the distant water-fall,
They mark the blushes of the streaky west;
I choose the pale December's foggy glooms.
Then, when the sullen shades of ev'ning close,
Where thro' the room a blindly-glimm'ring gleam
The dying embers scatter, far remote
From Mirth's mad shouts, that thro' th' illumin'd roof
Resound with festive echo, let me sit,
Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirge.
Then let my thought contemplative explore
This fleeting state of things, the vain delights,
The fruitless toils, that still our search elude,
As thro' the wilderness of life we rove.
This sober hour of silence will unmask
False Folly's smile, that like the dazzling spells
Of wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eye
With blear illusion, and persuade to drink
That charmed cup, which Reason's mintage fair
Unmoulds, and stamps the monster on the man.
Eager we taste, but in the luscious draught
Forget the poisonous dregs that lurk beneath."
15920,•I've included twice: Spot and Skin,"Searching ""mind"" and ""skin"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2006-12-18 00:00:00 UTC,,5981,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:05 UTC,"""Blest mirror! which can thus, with magic pow'r, / Give the rank weed the fragrance of the flow'r; / And from deformities,--without, within, / Spots in the mind, or specks upon the skin-- / Can all that's good, and all that's fair reflect, / And change to beauty, every dark defect.""","Yet happy vanity, and kind self-love,
A tender couple! all they do, approve;
Conscious alone of merit and of charms,
Nor sneers abash, nor ridicule alarms;
And when the public laughter they provoke,
To serious praise they turn the taunting joke;
Or, should grave wisdom hiss them as they go,
Still smooth in Flatt'ry's glass, their follies shew.
Blest mirror! which can thus, with magic pow'r,
Give the rank weed the fragrance of the flow'r;
And from deformities,--without, within,
Spots in the mind, or specks upon the skin--
Can all that's good, and all that's fair reflect,
And change to beauty, every dark defect."
16054,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-04-09 00:00:00 UTC,,6059,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:33 UTC,"""He is young, / And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth, / That all its fires are faded""","Oft have I seen yon solitary man
Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow
Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride,
As it would fly the busy taunting world,
And feed upon reflection. Sometimes, near
The foot of an old tree, he takes his seat,
And with the page of legendary lore
Cheats the dull hour, while Evening's sober eye
Looks tearful as it closes. In the dell
By the swift brook he loiters, sad and mute,
Save when a struggling sigh, half murmur'd, steals
From his wrung bosom. To the rising Moon,
His eye rais'd wistfully, expression fraught,
He pours the cherish'd anguish of his soul,
Silent, yet eloquent: For not a sound
That might alarm the night's lone centinel,
The dull-ey'd Owl, escapes his trembling lip,
Unapt in supplication. He is young,
And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth,
That all its fires are faded. What is He?
And why, when morning sails upon the breeze,
Fanning the blue hill's summit, does he stay
Loit'ring and sullen, like a truant boy,
Beside the woodland glen; or stretch'd along
On the green slope, watch his slow wasting form
Reflected, trembling, on the river's breast?"
20134,"","Reading Katrin Pahl, Tropes of Transport: Hegel and Emotion (Northwestern UP, 2012), p. 235n.","",2013-04-22 16:27:18 UTC,,7379,"","Act II, scene iii",2013-04-22 16:27:47 UTC,"""The inner world, his microcosmus, is / The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally."""," WALLENSTEIN (stops and turns himself round).
Are ye not like the women, who forever
Only recur to their first word, although
One had been talking reason by the hour!
Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds
Are not like ocean billows, blindly moved.
The inner world, his microcosmus, is
The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit--
No juggling chance can metamorphose them.
Have I the human kernel first examined?
Then I know, too, the future will and action.
(II.iii)
[Wallenstein. (bleibt stehen und kehrt sich um)
Seid ihr nicht wie die Weiber, die beständig
Zurück nur kommen auf ihr erstes Wort,
Wenn man Vernunft gesprochen stundenlang!
—Des Menschen Taten und Gedanken, wißt!
Sind nicht wie Meeres blind bewegte Wellen.
Die innre Welt, sein Mikrokosmus, ist
Der tiefe Schacht, aus dem sie ewig quellen.
Sie sind notwendig, wie des Baumes Frucht,
Sie kann der Zufall gaukelnd nicht verwandeln.
Hab ich des Menschen Kern erst untersucht,
So weiß ich auch sein Wollen und sein Handeln.
]"