work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5401,"",HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO-TCP.,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
(p. 118)
",,14493,"","""Let gladness dwell in every heart, / And praise on every tongue.""",Inhabitants,2014-03-08 16:50:08 UTC,""
5402,Stranger Within,HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO-TCP.,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.
(ll. 13-16, p. 124)",,14494,"","""Beware of all, guard every part, / But most, the traitor in thy heart.""",Inhabitants,2014-03-08 17:10:32 UTC,""
5407,Stranger Within,"Reading; found again searching ""soul"" and ""strange"" in HDIS (Poetry). Confirmed in ECCO-TCP",2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis past! The sultry tyrant of the south
Has spent his short-lived rage; more grateful hours
Move silent on; the skies no more repell
The dazzled sight, but with mild maiden beams
Of tempered lustre court the cherished eye
To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft
Dian's bright crescent, like a silver bow
New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns
Impatient for the night, and seems to push
Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines
Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood
Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.
The shadows spread apace; while meekened Eve,
Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires
Through the Hesperian gardens of the west,
And shuts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour
When Contemplation from her sunless haunts,
The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth
Of unpierced woods, where wrapt in solid shade
She mused away the gaudy hours of noon,
And fed on thoughts unripened by the sun,
Moves forward; and with radiant finger points
To yon blue concave swelled by breath divine,
Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven
Awake, quick kindling o'er the face of ether
One boundless blaze; ten thousand trembling fires,
And dancing lustres, where the unsteady eye,
Restless and dazzled, wanders unconfined
O'er all this field of glories; spacious field,
And worthy of the Master: he, whose hand
With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile
Inscribed the mystic tablet, hung on high
To public gaze, and said, ""Adore, O man!
The finger of thy God."" From what pure wells
Of milky light, what soft o'erflowing urn,
Are all these lamps so fill'd? these friendly lamps,
For ever streaming o'er the azure deep
To point our path, and light us to our home.
How soft they slide along their lucid spheres!
And silent as the foot of Time, fulfill
Their destined courses: Nature's self is hushed,
And, but a scattered leaf, which rustles through
The thick-wove foliage, not a sound is heard
To break the midnight air; though the raised ear,
Intensely listening, drinks in every breath.
How deep the silence, yet how loud the praise!
But are they silent all? or is there not
A tongue in every star, that talks with man,
And woos him to be wise? nor woos in vain:
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
At this still hour the self-collected soul
Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there
Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;
An embryo God; a spark of fire divine,
Which must burn on for ages, when the sun,--
Fair transitory creature of a day!--
Has closed his golden eye, and wrapt in shades
Forgets his wonted journey through the east.
(ll. 1-60))",2010-06-22,14506,•Stranger within.,"""At this still hour the self-collected soul / Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there / Of high descent, and more than mortal rank.""",Inhabitants,2014-03-08 17:51:26 UTC,""
6794,"",Reading,2011-02-09 05:33:27 UTC,"Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain,
O thou the leader of the mental train:
In full perfection all thy works are wrought,
And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought.
Before thy throne the subject-passions bow,
Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler Thou,
At thy command joy rushes on the heart,
And through the glowing veins the spirits dart.
",,18123,"","""Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain, / O thou the leader of the mental train.""","",2011-02-09 05:33:27 UTC,""
6944,"",Reading,2011-06-16 20:32:31 UTC,"For woes on woes that anxious wretch pursue,
And on his soul fantastic terrors croud,
Who dares with eye distrustful stretch his view
Where Fate has spread her providential cloud.
(p. 177)",,18708,"","""For woes on woes that anxious wretch pursue, / And on his soul fantastic terrors croud, / Who dares with eye distrustful stretch his view / Where Fate has spread her providential cloud.""",Inhabitants,2011-06-16 20:32:31 UTC,""
6964,"",Reading,2011-06-23 04:12:12 UTC,"Come Melancholy! silent Pow'r,
Companion of my lonely Hour,
To sober thought confin'd:
Thou sweetly-sad ideal Guest,
In all thy soothing Charms confest,
Indulge my pensive Mind.
(ll. 1-6, p. 79)",,18772,"","""Come Melancholy! silent Pow'r, / Companion of my lonely Hour, / To sober thought confin'd: / Thou sweetly-sad ideal Guest, / In all thy soothing Charms confest, / Indulge my pensive Mind.""",Inhabitants,2011-06-23 04:12:12 UTC,""
6964,Mind's Eye,Reading,2011-06-23 04:17:33 UTC,"Ye pale Inhabitants of Night,
Before my intellectual Sight
In solemn Pomp ascend:
O tell how trifling now appears
The Train of idle Hopes and Fears
That varying Life attend.
Ye faithless Idols of our Sense,
Here own how vain your fond Pretence,
Ye empty Names of Joy!
Your transient Forms like Shadows pass,
Frail Offspring of the magic Glass,
Before the mental Eye.
The dazzling Colours, falsely bright,
Attract the gazing vulgar Sight
With superficial State:
Thro' Reason's clearer Optics view'd,
How stript of all it's Pomp, how rude
Appears the painted Cheat.
(pp. 80-1)",,18775,"","Melancholy's ""transient Forms like Shadows pass, / Frail Offspring of the magic Glass, / Before the mental Eye.""",Mirror,2014-07-15 16:04:26 UTC,""
6973,"",Reading,2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,"The Midnight Moon serenely smiles,
O'er Nature's soft Repose;
No low'ring Cloud obscures the Sky,
No ruffling Tempest blows.
Now ev'ry Passion sinks to Rest,
The throbbing Heart lies still:
And varying Schemes of Life no more
Distract the lab'ring Will.
In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice,
Attends each mental Pow'r:
Come dear Emilia, and enjoy
Reflexion's fav'rite Hour.
(pp. 65-66)",,18798,"","""In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice, / Attends each mental Pow'r.""",Inhabitants,2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,""
6979,"",Reading,2011-06-23 20:44:32 UTC,"Not for themselves the toiling artists build,
Not for himself contrives the studious sage:
To distant views by mystic force compell'd,
All give the present to the future age.
Beneath the shelter of this reverend pile
The various schemes of busy care repose:
O'er the dark tombs, along each peopled isle,
The moon's pale beam a faint reflection throws.
Here Death his melancholy pomp displays,
And all his terrors strike on Fancy's eye:
To Fancy's ear each hollow gale conveys,
In chilling sounds, the last expiring sigh.
Mute is each Syren Passion's faithless song
Check'd and suspended by the solemn scene:
Mute the wild clamours of the giddy throng,
And only heard the ""still small voice"" within.
Ambition sick'ning views the laurel'd bust,
The weak reward for years of rival strife:
While Pleasure's garland withering in the dust,
Confutes the gayer hope of frolic life.
(p. 109)",,18807,"","""Mute is each Syren Passion's faithless song / Check'd and suspended by the solemn scene: / Mute the wild clamours of the giddy throng, / And only heard the ""still small voice"" within.""","",2011-06-23 20:44:32 UTC,""
5404,"",Reading; text from ECCO-TCP.,2014-03-08 17:35:02 UTC,"But if thou com'st with frown austere
To nurse the brood of care and fear;
To bid our sweetest passions die,
And leave us in their room a sigh;
Or if thine aspect stern have power
To wither each poor transient flower,
That cheers the pilgrimage of woe,
And dry the springs whence hope should flow;
WISDOM, thine empire I disclaim,
Thou empty boast of pompous name!
In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell,
But never haunt my chearful cell.
Hail to pleasure's frolic train;
Hail to fancy's golden reign;
Festive mirth, and laughter wild,
Free and sportful as the child;
Hope with eager sparkling eyes,
And easy faith, and fond surprise:
Let these, in fairy colours drest,
Forever share my careless breast;
Then, tho' wise I may not be,
The wise themselves shall envy me.
(pp. 57-8)",,23518,"TYPO: ""driest""/drest","""Hail to pleasure's frolic train; / Hail to fancy's golden reign; / Festive mirth, and laughter wild, / Free and sportful as the child; / Hope with eager sparkling eyes, / And easy faith, and fond surprise: / Let these, in fairy colours drest, / Forever share my careless breast; / Then, tho' wise I may not be, / The wise themselves shall envy me.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2014-03-08 17:35:02 UTC,""