work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3338,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.
Thus tortured and squeezed, at last it appears
Like a loose heap of ribbon, a glittering show,
Like music it tinkles and rings in your ears,
And warm'd by the pressure is all in a glow.
This process achieved, it is doom'd to sustain
The thump-after-thump of a gold-beater's mallet,
And at last is of service in sickness or pain
To cover a pill from a delicate palate.
Alas for the Poet, who dares undertake
To urge reformation of national ill!
His head and his heart are both likely to ache
With the double employment of mallet and mill.
If he wish to instruct, he must learn to delight,
Smooth, ductile, and even, his fancy must flow,
Must tinkle and glitter like gold to the sight,
And catch in its progress a sensible glow.
After all he must beat it as thin and as fine
As the leaf that enfolds what an invalid swallows,
For truth is unwelcome, however divine,
And unless you adorn it, a nausea follows.
(Vol IX, pp. 355-6, ll. 1-24)",,8609,•Compare this industrial scene to that I describe in the entry.,"""Smooth, ductile, and even, [the poet's] fancy must flow, / Must tinkle and glitter like gold to the sight / And catch in its progress a sensible glow.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:40 UTC,I've included the entire poem
5098,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel,
That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel
A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart,
Nor thro' my soul keen pangs of Sorrow dart.
O'er me that hour kind Heav'n thy influence cast,
No--rather let that moment be my last.
What moment? say! alas have I decreed
My Son to Death, my only Born to bleed?
Ah cruel Mother! but more cruel Vows,
Plighted to Hector! Thou more cruel Spouse!
Yet Vows of Love extend but to the Grave--
Why doubt I then my darling Child to save!
Why solace to myself refuse to give!
Vanish my Fears, Astyanax shall live:
And Nature's sacred impulse be obey'd,
In spite of Hector, and the Vows I've made.
Forbear--ah whither is my Reason fled?
Or with my Hector is my Passion dead?
Are these the means (oh Shame) I take to prove
A Faith unshaken, and a constant Love?
--Then let the Mother with destroying Breath,
Devote her Infant to untimely Death;
Let me, forgetful of my Sex, resign
Each mild resolve--and cruelty be mine!
Ah no--ye bloody Thoughts from me remove,
Is this the Language of maternal Love?
Oh my Astyanax, oh all that's dear,
For whom now gushes this unbidden Tear:
When thou art lost, again my Hector bleeds,
To deep-felt woe, still deeper woe succeeds:
Again Despair will torture ev'ry vein,
And all my sorrows past commence again.",,13780,"","""Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel, / That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel / A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:39:12 UTC,""
5255,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ECCO-TCP. Confirmed in ECCO.",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"With blood illustrious circling thro' these veins,
Which ne'er was chequer'd with plebeian stains,
Thro' ancestry's long line ennobled springs,
From fame-crown'd warriors and exalted kings:
Must I the shafts of infamy sustain?
To slav'ry's purposes my infant train?
To catch the glances of his haughty lord?
Attend obedient at the festive board?
From hands unscepter'd take the scornful blow?
Uproot the thoughts of glory as they grow?
Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel;
Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel:
Ah! guide thy steps from yon expecting fleet,
Thine injur'd YARICO relenting meet:
Bid her recline woe-stricken on thy breast,
And hush her raging sorrows into rest:
Ah! let the youth that sent the cruel dart,
Extract the point invenom'd from her heart:
The peace he banish'd from this mind recall,
And bid the tears he prompted cease to fall.
Then while the stream of life is giv'n to flow,
And sable hue o'erspread this youthful brow;
Or curl untaught by art this woolly hair,
So long, so long to me shalt thou be dear.
(pp. 82-3, cf. pp. 14-15 in 1766 ed.)",,14168,"","""Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel; / Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel.""",Metal,2014-03-13 03:49:03 UTC,""
5419,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Now, on the fair, Faldoni cast his eye,
While half-suppress'd arose compassion's sigh:
'Prepare (he said) the tragic scene to close,
'And shun the fate that iron-hearts impose:
'Yet, when I think, if stern parental pow'r
'Had to our wishes giv'n the nuptial hour,
'Life might have wing'd its way supremely blest,
'By fortune favour'd, and by love carest:
'Ah wonder not these tears unbidden flow,
'That round thy form these arms encircling grow;
'That not ev'n Wisdom's dictates can control,
'The grief that harrows up my bleeding soul.
'Yet will I not too lavishly complain,
'A future world may recompence our pain.
'Ah! in that world shou'd we, too blest, rejoin,
'No father there shall traverse Love's design:
'Thee to my hope shou'd fav'ring Heav'n bestow,
'Ah! let us love as we have lov'd below.",,14535,"","""'Prepare (he said) the tragic scene to close, / 'And shun the fate that iron-hearts impose""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:10 UTC,""
5527,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"He, who would seize the river's sov'reign charm,
Must wind the moving mirror through his lawn
Ev'n to remotest distance; deep must delve
The gravelly channel that prescribes its course;
Closely conceal each terminating bound
By hill or shade oppos'd; and to its bank
Lifting the level of the copious stream,
Must there retain it. But, if thy faint springs
Refuse this large supply, steel thy firm soul
With stoic pride; imperfect charms despise:
Beauty, like Virtue, knows no groveling mean.",,14791,"","""But, if thy faint springs / Refuse this large supply, steel thy firm soul / With stoic pride""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:56 UTC,Book the Third
5559,"",HDIS,2003-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Accomplishments have taken virtue's place,
And wisdom falls before exterior grace;
We slight the precious kernel of the stone,
And toil to polish its rough coat alone.
A just deportment, manners graced with ease,
Elegant phrase, and figure form'd to please,
Are qualities that seem to comprehend
Whatever parents, guardians, schools intend.
Hence an unfurnish'd and a listless mind,
Though busy, trifling; empty, though refined;
Hence all that interferes, and dares to clash
With indolence and luxury, is trash;
While learning, once the man's exclusive pride,
Seems verging fast towards the female side.
(ll. 417-430, p. 274)",,14850,"•Though not explicitly about the mind, I've included these lines on stone and polish.","Superficial education slights ""the precious kernel of the stone"" and polishes ""its rough coat alone""","",2009-09-14 19:42:06 UTC,""
5565,"",HDIS,2003-12-16 00:00:00 UTC,"A mind unnerved, or indisposed to bear
The weight of subjects worthiest of her care,
Whatever hopes a change of scene inspires,
Must change her nature, or in vain retires.
An idler is a watch that wants both hands,
As useless if it goes as when it stands.
Books therefore, not the scandal of the shelves,
In which lewd sensualists print out themselves,
Nor those in which the stage gives vice a blow,
(With what success let modern manners show;)
Nor his, who for the bane of thousands born,
Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn,
Skilful alike to seem devout and just,
And stab religion with a sly side-thrust;
Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase
A panting syllable through time and space,
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark,
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark;
But such as learning without false pretence,
The friend of truth, the associate of sound sense,
And such as in the zeal of good design,
Strong judgement labouring in the scripture mine,
All such as manly and great souls produce,
Worthy to live, and of eternal use;
Behold in these what leisure hours demand,
Amusement and true knowledge hand in hand.
Luxury gives the mind a childish cast,
And while she polishes, perverts the taste;
Habits of close attention, thinking heads,
Become more rare as dissipation spreads,
Till authors hear at length, one general cry,
Tickle and entertain us, or we die!
The loud demand from year to year the same,
Beggars invention and makes fancy lame;
Till farce itself, most mournfully jejune ,
Calls for the kind assistance of a tune,
And novels, (witness every month's Review,)
Belie their name, and offer nothing new.
The mind relaxing into needful sport,
Should turn to writers of an abler sort,
Whose wit well managed, and whose classic style
Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile.
(ll. 677-718, pp. 395-6)",,14874,"","In polishing the mind, Luxury gives it a ""childish cast""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:42:10 UTC,""
7566,"",Reading,2013-07-25 14:05:58 UTC,"From the remains of the works of the antients the modern Arts were revived, and it is by their means, that they must be restored a second time. However it may mortify our vanity, we must be forced to allow them our masters; and we may venture to prophecy, that when they shall cease to be studied, Arts will no longer flourish, and we shall again relapse into barbarism.
The fire of the artist's own genius operating upon these materials which have been thus diligently collected, will enable him to make new combinations, perhaps, superior to what had ever before been in the possession of the Art.
As in the mixture of the variety of metals, which are said to have been melted and run together at the burning of Corinth, a new and till then unknown metal was produced equal in value to any of those that had contributed to its composition.
And though a curious refiner may come with his crucibles, analyse and seperate its various component parts, yet Corinthian brass would still hold its rank amongst the most beautiful and valuable of metals: We have hitherto considered the advantages of imitation as it tends to form the taste, and as a practice by which a spark of that genius may be caught which illumines these noble works, that ought always to be present to our thoughts.
(pp. 25-6)",,22051,INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY? ,"""The fire of the artist's own genius operating upon these materials which have been thus diligently collected, will enable him to make new combinations, perhaps, superior to what had ever before been in the possession of the Art. / / As in the mixture of the variety of metals, which are said to have been melted and run together at the burning of Corinth, a new and till then unknown metal was produced equal in value to any of those that had contributed to its composition.""",Metal,2013-07-25 14:05:58 UTC,""
7566,"",Reading at Project Gutenberg and Google Books,2013-07-25 14:09:36 UTC,"In order to encourage you to imitation, to the utmost extent, let me add, that very finished Artists in the inferior branches of the art, will contribute to furnish the mind and give hints, of which a skilful painter, who is sensible of what he wants, and is in no danger of being infected by the contact of vicious models, will know how to avail himself. He will pick up from dunghills what by a nice chymistry, passing through his own mind, shall be converted into pure gold; and, under the rudeness of Gothic essays, he will find original, rational, and even sublime inventions.
(p. 28, p. 237 in 1778 edition)
",,22052,"Deleted earlier entry, reconciling title/date: Record created on 2011-02-20 20:41:28 UTC
Record last updated on 2011-05-14 21:03:20 UTC","""He will pick up from dunghills what by a nice chymistry, passing through his own mind, shall be converted into pure gold; and, under the rudeness of Gothic essays, he will find original, rational, and even sublime inventions.""",Metal,2013-07-25 14:09:36 UTC,""
7984,"",Reading,2014-07-25 18:18:55 UTC,"And yet these passions which, on nature's plan,
Call out the hero while they form the man,
Warp'd from the sacred line that nature gave,
As meanly ruin as they nobly save.
The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires
With all its virtues, and with all its fires,
Led by these sirens to some wild extreme,
Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam;
Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky
Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.
But he whose active, unencumber'd mind
Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind,
Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow,
Like the bright orb that rises on the Po,
O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines,
And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.
(p. 154)",,24301,"","""But he whose active, unencumber'd mind / Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind, / Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow, / Like the bright orb that rises on the Po, / O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines, / And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.""",Metal,2014-07-25 18:18:55 UTC,""