updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:38:56 UTC,,"",•William Langhorne? Must be misprint on title page?,"",13663,"Then Job reply'd, low-bending to the Throne,
""Resistless Pow'r belongs to Thee alone:
The deep-embow'ring Shades, the darkest Night
Conceal no Sinner from thy piercing Sight.
My trembling Soul attempts no more to find
Th' unbounded Reach of thy creative Mind.
How short aspiring Reason's vaunted Line,
When stretch'd to search thy Ways, thy Works divine!""","Searching ""mind"" and ""line"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-11 00:00:00 UTC,5082,"""How short aspiring Reason's vaunted Line, / When stretch'd to search thy Ways, thy Works divine!""""",""
2009-09-14 19:38:57 UTC,,Book III,"•William Langhorne? Must be misprint on title page? (Or is the mistake with C-H?) C-H's mistake, it seems. IN DNB the poem is attributed to John's brother William.",Refinement,13674,"Whene'er he visits us with Racks of Pain,
And speeds the rapid Fever in each Vein,
Our drossy Souls the potent Fire refines,
Till the bright Ore in polish'd Beauty shines.
Then Mercy's smiling Form shall Joy restore,
And we the gracious Hand that smote adore.
(Book III, p. 61, ll. 33-38)
","Searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,5084,"""Whene'er he visits us with Racks of Pain, / And speeds the rapid Fever in each Vein, / Our drossy Souls the potent Fire refines,/ Till the bright Ore in polish'd Beauty shines""",Metal
2009-09-14 19:38:57 UTC,,Book III,"•William Langhorne? Must be misprint on title page? (Or is the mistake with C-H?) C-H's mistake, it seems. IN DNB the poem is attributed to John's brother William.","",13678,"Dim burns the Lamp of Life; this Breast heaves slow;
My Soul shall soon the last sad Journey go.
Ill does the cutting Voice of Scorn prepare
This bleeding Breast that Weight of Woes to bear.
Oh that Omniscience would my Conduct try,
Or send some blest Vicegerent from on High!
If Flatt'ry on your House would Vengeance pour,
Shall this rude Railing bring the peaceful Hour?
No more disgrace the sacred Name of Friend,
But to these Laws of social Love attend:
Aid no proud Menace of insulting Foes,
Nor to Derision keen the Wretch expose.
The Good shall tremble at your mean Distrust,
When Heav'n's all-seeing Eye declares me Just.
From Strength to Strength the pure of Heart shall go,
But Shame shall sink the false Accusers low:
Low as the Son of Pain they now despise,
Expung'd and ras'd whose ev'ry Purpose lies;
Whose sublunary Hopes shall soon descend
To Dust, and with their mould'ring Subject end:
When Death, fell-frowning, looks him into Clay,
And kindred Reptiles riot on their Prey.""","Searching ""soul"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",2006-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,5084,"""Dim burns the Lamp of Life; this Breast heaves slow; / My Soul shall soon the last sad Journey go.""",""
2009-09-14 19:39:09 UTC,,"",•C-H takes from Works(1803).
•Does this really belong under Conquest? REVISIT.,"",13759,"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.
","Searching ""conque"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,5090,"""To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires""",""
2014-03-07 20:02:45 UTC,2011-06-26,"",VARIANT TEXT.,"",14478,"I ask not, god of dreams, thy care
To banish Love's presentments fair:
Nor rosy cheek nor radiant eye
Can arm him with such influence bland
That the young sorcerer's fatal hand
Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.
Nor yet the courtier's hope, the giving smile
(A lighter phantom, and a baser chain)
Did e'er in slumber my proud lyre beguile
To lend the pomp of thrones her ill-according strain.
(pp. 44-5; cf. variant text in 1772 ed.)",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC,5391,"""That the young sorcerer's fatal hand / Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.""",Fetters
2011-07-14 21:02:34 UTC,2011-07-14,"","•I've included twice: Mint and Coin
","",16719,"For when Aurora weeps the balmy dew,
(And dreams, as rev'rend dreamers tell, are true)
Sir George my shoulder slaps, just in the time
When some rebellious word consents to rhyme:
Sudden my verses take the rude alarm,
New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm:
I start, I stare, I question with my eyes;
At once the whole poetic vision flies.
Up, up, exclaims the Knight; the season fair;
See how serene the sky, how calm the air;
Hark! from the hills the cheerful horns rebound,
And echo propagates the jovial sound;
The certain hound in thought his prey pursues,
The scent lies warm, and loads the tainted dews,
I quit my couch, and cheerfully obey,
Content to let the younker have his way;
I mount my courser, fleeter than the wind,
And leave the rage of poetry behind.
But when, the day in healthful labour lost,
We eat our supper earn'd at common cost;
When each frank tongue speaks out without control,
And the free heart expatiates o'er the bowl;
Though all love prose, my poetry finds grace,
And, pleased, I chant the glories of the chace.
(p. 160)","Searching ""fancy"" and ""coin"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""mint""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,6321,"""Sudden my verses take the rude alarm, / New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm""",Coinage
2011-07-14 21:01:13 UTC,,"","","",18874,"There is a certain pleasing force that binds,
Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds.
Tempers oppos'd each may itself control,
And melt two varying natures in one soul.
This made two brothers different humours hit,
Tho' one had probity, and one had wit.
Of sober manners this, and plain good sense,
Avoided cards, wine, company, expense:
Safe from the tempting fatal sex withdrew,
Nor made advances farther than a bow.
A diff'rent train of life his twin pursues;
Lov'd pictures, books, (nay authors write) the stews,
A mistress, op'ra, play, each darling theme;
To scribble, above all, his joy supreme.
Must these two brothers always meet to scold,
Or quarrel, like to Jove's fam'd twins of old?
Each yielding, mutual, could each other please,
And drew life's yoke with tolerable ease:
This, thinking mirth not always in the wrong,
Would sometimes condescend to hear a song;
And that, fatigu'd with his exalted fits,
His beauties, gewgaws, whirlegigs and wits,
Would leave them all, far happier to regale
With prose and friendship o'er a pot of ale.
Then to thy friend's opinion sometimes yield,
And seem to lose, although thou gain'st the field;
Nor, proud that thy superior sense be shown,
Rail at his studies, and extol your own.
(pp. 159-60)","Searching ""chain"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 20:56:40 UTC,6321,"""There is a certain pleasing force that binds, / Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds.""",Fetters
2011-07-15 16:41:45 UTC,,"","","",18890,"The Grace, delighted, taught her Care
The Cordial Smile, the placid Air;
How to chase, and how restrain
All the fleet ideal Train;
How with apt Words well combin'd
To form each Image of the Mind--
Taught Her how They disagree,
Aukward Fear, and Modesty,
And Freedom, and Rusticity.
True Politeness how to know,
From the superficial Shew;
From the Coxcomb's shallow Grace,
And the many-modell'd Face:
That Nature's unaffected Ease
More than studied Forms wou'd please:
When to check the sportive Vein;
When to Fancy give the Rein.
On the Subject when to be
Grave or gay, reserv'd or free:
The speaking Air, th' impassion'd Eye,
The living Soul of Symmetry;
And that soft Sympathy that binds
In magic Chains congenial Minds.",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2011-07-15 16:41:45 UTC,7004,"The Grace teaches ""When to check the sportive Vein; / When to Fancy give the Rein.""",Beasts
2011-07-15 16:43:26 UTC,,"","","",18891,"The Grace, delighted, taught her Care
The Cordial Smile, the placid Air;
How to chase, and how restrain
All the fleet ideal Train;
How with apt Words well combin'd
To form each Image of the Mind--
Taught Her how They disagree,
Aukward Fear, and Modesty,
And Freedom, and Rusticity.
True Politeness how to know,
From the superficial Shew;
From the Coxcomb's shallow Grace,
And the many-modell'd Face:
That Nature's unaffected Ease
More than studied Forms wou'd please:
When to check the sportive Vein;
When to Fancy give the Rein.
On the Subject when to be
Grave or gay, reserv'd or free:
The speaking Air, th' impassion'd Eye,
The living Soul of Symmetry;
And that soft Sympathy that binds
In magic Chains congenial Minds.","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-15 16:43:26 UTC,7004,"The Grace teaches ""On the Subject when to be / Grave or gay, reserv'd or free: / The speaking Air, th' impassion'd Eye, / The living Soul of Symmetry; / And that soft Sympathy that binds / In magic Chains congenial Minds.""",Fetters
2014-03-10 21:48:43 UTC,,"","","",21415,"Still shall unthinking man substantial deem
The forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?
On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,
Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?
Till at Death's touch the fairy visions fly,
And real scenes rush dismal on the eye;
And from Elysium's balmy slumber torn
The startled soul awakes, to think, and mourn.
(p. 49, ll. 1-8; cf. p. 40 in 1760 ed.)",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:54:15 UTC,7501,"""On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays, / Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?""",""