work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5090,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"WELL! since I've thus succeeded in my plan,
And conquer'd this all-conquering tyrant, man,
To farther conquests still my soul aspires,
And all my bosom glows with martial fires.
Suppose--a female regiment we raise--
We must--for men grow scarceish now-a-days,
Now every man of spirit is enlisted--
Why, ladies--these brave lads should be assisted.
The glorious scheme my flutt'ring heart bewitches:
But hold--I've promis'd not to wear the breeches.
No matter--in this variegated army
We'll find some regimentals that shall charm ye.
If plumes and lace recruiting can persuade,
We'll try to shew our taste in masquerade.
My feather here is fitted in a trice:
Then for the crest, the motto, and device--
Death's head and bones!--No--we'll have flames and darts!
In Latin mottos men may shew their parts,
But ours shall be true English--like our hearts.
Our uniform we'll copy from the Greek;
The drapery and emblems true antique:
Minerva's ægis! and Diana's bow!--
And thus equipt to India's coasts we'll go.
Temples of gold, and diamond mines we'll rob:
--And every month we'll make a new Nabob.
Amid this glorious scene of contributions,
Spoil, presents--hourly change and revolutions,
While high on stately elephants we ride,
Whose feet can trample European pride,
Think not our country we can e'er forget:
We'll plunder--but to pay the nation's debt.
Then there's America--we'll soon dispatch it,
This tedious war--when we take up the hatchet.
Heroes and soldiers Indian wiles may catch;
But--in a woman they may meet their match.
To art, disguise, and stratagem no strangers,
We fear no hazard, nor once think of dangers
In our true character of Female Rangers.
",,13759,•C-H takes from Works(1803).
•Does this really belong under Conquest? REVISIT.,"""To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires""","",2009-09-14 19:39:09 UTC,""
5510,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,"Miss COLLETT.
Though each blessing crowns this wedding,
Still our joys are not complete,
Doubts and fears our minds invading
Till your gentle smiles we meet.
",,14747,"","""Still our joys are not complete, / Doubts and fears our minds invading / Till your gentle smiles we meet""",Empire,2009-09-14 19:41:48 UTC,""
7586,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-15 23:38:57 UTC,"SEJANUS
WHY are my Thoughts still ministring fresh Pain?
Why are new Cares still rank'ling in my Mind?
Nature aloud calls out for balmy Rest,
But all in vain. My ever waking Soul,
Sits brooding o'er a Train of Images,
That constant rise in terrible Array,
And shrink my Resolution into Fears.
But wherefore should vain Fancies thus appall?
Is not an Empire subject to my Rule?
Have I not all that Fortune could bestow;
In ev'ry Thing but Name, an Emperor!
Is not Ambition glutted with my Store?
And yet that faithful Mirror of the Mind,
Reflection, still a gloomy Prospect shews.
Remorse the Raven of a guilty Mind,
Is ever croaking horrid in my Ear;
Often I rouse to banish it away,
But the Tormentor still returns again,
And like PROMETHES' Vulture, ever gnaws.
What then is Glory, without soft Repose?
If sweet Content is banish'd from my Soul,
Life grows a Burden, and a Weight of Woe.
Oh! that I could run o'er my Race again,
Then would I chuse to tread the humble Vale,
Nor lab'ring climb up Greatness painful Hill.
But my past Deeds have set me beyond Cure,
And I must still go on or worse endure.
Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid,
Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade;
Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade.
(IV.i, p. 37)",,22165,"","""Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade.""",Empire,2013-08-15 23:38:57 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7657,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-26 04:08:09 UTC,"CLYTIE, aside.
What a rough war contending Passion keeps!
Now the storm's up; now, hah! by Heav'n he weeps.
Oh may these drops, like those which fall from high,
Before the rapid thunder rends the sky,
Be the fore-runners of approaching wrath,
And bode destruction, perils, rage, and death.
(II.v, pp. 38-9)",,22608,"","""What a rough war contending Passion keeps! / Now the storm's up; now, hah! by Heav'n he weeps.""","",2013-08-26 04:08:09 UTC,""
4914,"",LION,2013-09-04 00:05:06 UTC,"STUKELEY
Stay. I must be heard, then answer'd. Perhaps the Motion was too sudden; and human Weakness starts at Murder, tho' strong Necessity compels it. I have thought long of this; and my first Feelings were like yours; a foolish Conscience aw'd me, which soon I conquer'd. The Man that wou'd undo me, Nature cries out, undo. Brutes know their Foes by Instinct; and where superior Force is given, they use it for Destruction. Shall Man do less? Lewson pursues us to our Ruin; and shall we, with the Means to crush him, fly from our Hunter, or turn and tear him? 'Tis Folly even to hesitate.
(p. 57)",,22668,"","""I have thought long of this; and my first Feelings were like yours; a foolish Conscience aw'd me, which soon I conquer'd.""",Empire,2013-09-04 00:05:06 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:16:41 UTC,"TULLIA.
Shame stopt my voice; Honour, and conscious Pride,
That scorn'd to meet on less than equal terms,
And hope of happier days: While Frugi liv'd
Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart,
And Love receded from the stronger guest;
Now his dear image rises to my view
So piteously array'd, with such a train
Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame,
That Reason quits her fort, and flies before,
To the last verge of phrenzy and despair.
(p. 79)",,22688,"","""While Frugi liv'd / Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart, / And Love receded from the stronger guest; / Now his dear image rises to my view / So piteously array'd, with such a train / Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame, / That Reason quits her fort, and flies before, / To the last verge of phrenzy and despair.""",Rooms,2013-09-04 02:16:41 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:17:58 UTC,"CLODIUS.
Why then I thank thee, Nature,
That when you made this frame of such frail stuff,
So sensible of harm, so ill array'd
To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd
My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof
Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity,
Bidding it laugh at all that Fate can do.
Now, if thou can'st, relate the Tale of Death,
And keep no circumstance of horror back;
For 'tis a sound familiar to my ear,
And needs no softening to inure me to it.
(p. 83)",,22689,"","""Why then I thank thee, Nature, / That when you made this frame of such frail stuff, / So sensible of harm, so ill array'd / To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd / My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof / Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity, / Bidding it laugh at all that Fate can do.""",Metal,2013-09-04 02:17:58 UTC,""
7778,"",LION,2013-11-18 04:51:24 UTC,"ZAMTI.
Lov'd Mandane,
I prithee leave me--but a moment leave me.--
Heed not the workings of a sickly fancy,
Wrought on by ev'ry popular report.
Thou know'st with Morat I convey'd the infant
Far as the eastern point of Corea's realm;
There where no human trace is seen, no sound
Assails the ear, save when the foaming surge
Breaks on the shelving beach, that there the youth
Might mock their busy search.--Then check thy fears--
Retire, my love, awhile; I'll come anon,--
And fortify thy soul with firm resolve,
Becoming Zamti's wife.--
(I, p. 10)",,23241,"","""Retire, my love, awhile; I'll come anon,-- / And fortify thy soul with firm resolve, / Becoming Zamti's wife.""","",2013-11-18 04:51:24 UTC,Act I
7778,"",LION,2013-11-18 04:53:13 UTC,"ZAMTI.
Mark me, young man.--
Seek thou my friends, Orasming and Zimventi.
In the dim holy cloisters of yon temple
Thou'lt find them musing--near Osmingti's tomb
I charge they all convene; and there do thou
Await my coming.--Bid them ne'er remit
Their high heroic ardor;--let them know,
Whate'er shall fall on this old mould'ring clay,
The tyrant never shall subdue my mind.
(I, p. 14)",,23242,"","""Bid them ne'er remit / Their high heroic ardor;--let them know, / Whate'er shall fall on this old mould'ring clay, / The tyrant never shall subdue my mind.""","",2013-11-18 04:53:13 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Painful the race! but Raimond is the prize!
Ye Beings! who, superior to humanity,
Behold, with supercilious eye, our slidings;
Oh, blame not me, thus tempted, if I yield.
Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accus'd,
Who to seductions left our minds a prey--
--Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us;
Hath hung us round with senses exquisite,
Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions,
The first to weaken, and the last to war
On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!
How dark the night! The moon hath hid her head,
As scorning with her lucid beams to gild
This murky business. Thro' umbrageous trees
The whistling Eurus speaks, in hollow murmurs;
And dismal fancy, in yon shadowy ailes,
Might conjure up an hundred phantoms.
How strong th'impression of our dawning years!
The tales of sprites and goblins, that did awe
My infancy, all rush upon my mind,
And, spite of haughty reason, make it shrink.
Who is't approaches?
(p. 40)",,23614,"","""Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!",Animals,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,""