work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5718,"","Searching ""mirror"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Long with a Mother's eye, a Mother's prayer,
In conscious rapture o'er her pleasing Care,
Like Eden's peerless Dame in bless'd retreat,
Bright Evelina, on your safety wait,
Fost'ring your vernal hues. Long see you grow
In Wisdom's soil: Your snowy bosoms glow
With female Worth, prime sense of Honour high,
Pure Truth, and Merit, sweet with downcast eye.
Immortal Blooms! surpassing Eden's kind,
Where Beauty shines the mirror of the Mind,
And rises fairer from the waste of Time,
To sky-born Lusture in the Heav'nly Clime.",,15247,"•C-H takes from Works, but nests it in a heading ""Occasional Poems."" Is the poem to be dated 1771 then?","""Immortal Blooms! surpassing Eden's kind, / Where Beauty shines the mirror of the Mind, / And rises fairer from the waste of Time, / To sky-born Lusture in the Heav'nly Clime.""","",2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,From Occasional Poems
5719,Inwardness,"Searching ""interio"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"POLYC.
You hear that, my lord; little does Sir Solomon value your nobility, birth, and fortune-- and indeed what are they?
LORD JANUS.
Aye, what indeed?
SIR. SOL.
I don't say that, my lord; I would not be thought to undervalue worldly enjoyments, nor outward appearances: but I look into the interior of a man; I study the character, that is my habit.
POLYC.
A gift, Sir Solomon, a gift!",,15248,"","""I would not be thought to undervalue worldly enjoyments, nor outward appearances: but I look into the interior of a man; I study the character, that is my habit.""","",2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,Act III
5720,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,"Peace and Hope, sweet twins of Virtue,
Shall be strangers to thy breast:
Fell Despair, with Terror's wild crew,
Still shall rob thy couch of rest.
Round thy sceptre, gain'd by treason,
Guile and factious strife shall twine:
Base Dishonour, with full blazon,
Crown that shameless head of thine.",,15250,"","""Peace and Hope, sweet twins of Virtue, / Shall be strangers to thy breast""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:43:09 UTC,From Elegaic Poems on Illustrious Persons
5721,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"DUSHM.
I shall enter the forest, be assured, only through respect for its pious inhabitants; not from any inclination for the daughter of a hermit. How far am I raised above a girl educated among antelopes; a girl, whose heart must ever be a stranger to love! The tale was invented for my diversion.",,15251,"","""How far am I raised above a girl educated among antelopes; a girl, whose heart must ever be a stranger to love!""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:43:09 UTC,Act II
5722,Blank Slate; Materialism,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",2006-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"""I conceive that a newly created spiritual substance would be a perfect tabula rasa, without a single idea till it was supplied by its own experience and reflection; nor can I understand how matter, mere matter, unconnected with a really active substance, could begin to perceive or reflect at all. I conceive the highest and most perfect spirits which God first created to have made almost infinite improvements in wisdom and understanding, in the long duration of their existence, and to be still making daily additions. This I take to be the very case with the human mind, when it exerts itself with diligence, and has leisure and means of improvement. the external senses certainly grow more dull and inefficient by time, and we often find the most sublime mental attainments in those who have long lost the organs of both sight and hearing.""
(p. 13n.)",,15252,•Holmes doesn't say if (or whom) he is quoting. REVISIT.,"""I conceive that a newly created spiritual substance would be a perfect tabula rasa, without a single idea till it was supplied by its own experience and reflection; nor can I understand how matter, mere matter, unconnected with a really active substance, could begin to perceive or reflect at all.""",Writing,2009-09-14 19:43:09 UTC,""
5723,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"In such an age, a guileless twain,
Roger and Sue, illum'd the plain;
Unbred in academic schools,
They follow'd Reason and her rules;
In all the paths of prudence trod,
And lov'd their friend, and fear'd their God.
Then Freedom rov'd the mountain's side,
And Innocence was all their pride;
No sadd'ning love-lorn maiden then,
Bemoan'd the perfidy of men;
For Virtue bless'd the rural throng,
Inform'd their hearts, and fed their song.
No vicious tenets broke their rest,
(Like missives from the peevish east,
Blighting the wholesome rip'ning ear)
Or laid the basis of a tear.
The dirty passions of the mind,
Were then subdu'd, controul'd, confin'd;
Pale Fear, and all her haggard train,
That generate and nurture pain,
And each unwelcome mental guest,
Lay dormant in the human breast;
No Cypress then deform'd the brow,
Or mourning willow noted woe;
Or broken oaths made maids forlorn,
For Woe and Vice were then unborn;
Their lives unchoak'd with baneful weeds,
Pass'd in a change of worthy deeds;
The sacred commerce fixt and known,
Supreme delight was all their own.
",2012-01-12,15253,•DNB BIO. Pseudonym Anthony Pasquin. Wit and satirist of his day. Studied engraving. 1786 adopts pseudonym. Success with Poems (1789). Published pamphlets as anti-Foxite Whig. Villified by Tory enemy William Gifford in The Baviad and Maeviad (1797). Poverty. Lawsuit unsuccessful. Flees to America. Edits and publishes the Columbian Gazette. Works as itinerant painter. Edits more papers. Switches from supporting Hamilton to supporting Jefferson. Back in England 1806. Probably dies in America.
,"""Pale Fear, and all her haggard train, / That generate and nurture pain, / And each unwelcome mental guest, / Lay dormant in the human breast.""",Inhabitants,2012-01-12 21:00:50 UTC,""
5724,"","",2004-07-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Is there no eminent revenge above,
For violated oaths and perjur'd love?
Shall ruthless man our miseries begin,
Yet wanton irresponsive to the sin?
The brilliant reptile marshall'd every art,
To brave the prejudice and seize my heart.
False as Amphissian waves his accents flow'd,
Which hide Destruction 'neath the liquid road:
With cruel skill he bent the servile knee,
And stood, like Ruin, 'twixt my good and me.
His toils, like furies in th' Æolian wind,
Bestorm'd the placid current of my mind;
And made th' ideal billows, raging, rise,
Till their rude vehemence had brav'd the skies:
So quick th' Enormities ingulph'd me in,
I look'd a Demon ere I knew the sin.
Once Hope, in garish raiments, cheer'd my eye,
Renerv'd my wish, and check'd the unborn sigh:
Ah, sweet Seducer! whither art thou flown?
While social Demons seize thy silver throne;
'Tis thine to sprinkle manna o'er the mind,
'Tis thine to temper the ferocious wind,
'Tis thine to renovate the fancy's springs,
Raise the worn maid, and glad despairing kings.
",,15255,•I've included twice: in Liquid and in Tempest,"The ""placid current"" of the mind may be bestorm'd so that ""th' ideal billows, raging, rise"" ","",2009-09-14 19:43:10 UTC,""
5724,"",Found again searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Is there no eminent revenge above,
For violated oaths and perjur'd love?
Shall ruthless man our miseries begin,
Yet wanton irresponsive to the sin?
The brilliant reptile marshall'd every art,
To brave the prejudice and seize my heart.
False as Amphissian waves his accents flow'd,
Which hide Destruction 'neath the liquid road:
With cruel skill he bent the servile knee,
And stood, like Ruin, 'twixt my good and me.
His toils, like furies in th' Æolian wind,
Bestorm'd the placid current of my mind;
And made th' ideal billows, raging, rise,
Till their rude vehemence had brav'd the skies:
So quick th' Enormities ingulph'd me in,
I look'd a Demon ere I knew the sin.
Once Hope, in garish raiments, cheer'd my eye,
Renerv'd my wish, and check'd the unborn sigh:
Ah, sweet Seducer! whither art thou flown?
While social Demons seize thy silver throne;
'Tis thine to sprinkle manna o'er the mind,
'Tis thine to temper the ferocious wind,
'Tis thine to renovate the fancy's springs,
Raise the worn maid, and glad despairing kings.
",,15256,"•I've included twice: Liquid and Weather
•Should search ""billows"" when I do Weather entry.","The placid current of the mind may be bestorm'd so that ""th' ideal billows, raging, rise"" ","",2009-09-14 19:43:10 UTC,""
5724,"","",2004-07-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Is there no eminent revenge above,
For violated oaths and perjur'd love?
Shall ruthless man our miseries begin,
Yet wanton irresponsive to the sin?
The brilliant reptile marshall'd every art,
To brave the prejudice and seize my heart.
False as Amphissian waves his accents flow'd,
Which hide Destruction 'neath the liquid road:
With cruel skill he bent the servile knee,
And stood, like Ruin, 'twixt my good and me.
His toils, like furies in th' Æolian wind,
Bestorm'd the placid current of my mind;
And made th' ideal billows, raging, rise,
Till their rude vehemence had brav'd the skies:
So quick th' Enormities ingulph'd me in,
I look'd a Demon ere I knew the sin.
Once Hope, in garish raiments, cheer'd my eye,
Renerv'd my wish, and check'd the unborn sigh:
Ah, sweet Seducer! whither art thou flown?
While social Demons seize thy silver throne;
'Tis thine to sprinkle manna o'er the mind,
'Tis thine to temper the ferocious wind,
'Tis thine to renovate the fancy's springs,
Raise the worn maid, and glad despairing kings.
",,15257,
,""" 'Tis thine to sprinkle manna o'er the mind""","",2009-09-14 19:43:10 UTC,""
5724,"",Found again searching HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-12 00:00:00 UTC,"Is there no eminent revenge above,
For violated oaths and perjur'd love?
Shall ruthless man our miseries begin,
Yet wanton irresponsive to the sin?
The brilliant reptile marshall'd every art,
To brave the prejudice and seize my heart.
False as Amphissian waves his accents flow'd,
Which hide Destruction 'neath the liquid road:
With cruel skill he bent the servile knee,
And stood, like Ruin, 'twixt my good and me.
His toils, like furies in th' Æolian wind,
Bestorm'd the placid current of my mind;
And made th' ideal billows, raging, rise,
Till their rude vehemence had brav'd the skies:
So quick th' Enormities ingulph'd me in,
I look'd a Demon ere I knew the sin.
Once Hope, in garish raiments, cheer'd my eye,
Renerv'd my wish, and check'd the unborn sigh:
Ah, sweet Seducer! whither art thou flown?
While social Demons seize thy silver throne;
'Tis thine to sprinkle manna o'er the mind,
'Tis thine to temper the ferocious wind,
'Tis thine to renovate the fancy's springs,
Raise the worn maid, and glad despairing kings.
",,15258,
,""" 'Tis thine to renovate the fancy's springs""","",2009-09-14 19:43:10 UTC,""