updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:34:29 UTC,9794,"Each Poet, with a different Talent writes,
One Praises, One Instructs, Another Bites.
Horace did ne're aspire to Epick Bays,
Nor lofty Maro stoop to Lyrick Lays.
Examine how your Humour is inclin'd,
And which the Ruling Passion of your Mind;
Then, seek a Poet who your way do's bend,
And chuse an Author as you chuse a Friend.
United by this Sympathetick Bond,
You grow Familiar, Intimate and Fond;
Your thoughts, your Words, your Stiles, your Souls agree,
No Longer his Interpreter, but He.
",Ruling Passion,"""Examine how your Humour is inclin'd, / And which the Ruling Passion of your Mind""",3799,,"Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-05-18 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2009-09-14 19:34:29 UTC,9805,"
What I have instanc'd only in the best,
Is, in proportion true of All the rest.
Take pains the genuine Meaning to explore,
There Sweat, there Strain, tug the laborious Oar:
Search ev'ry Comment, that your Care can find,
Some here, some there, may hit the Poets Mind;
Yet be not blindly guided by the Throng;
The Multitude is alwayes in the Wrong.
When Things appear unnatural or hard,
Consult your Author, with Himself compar'd;
Who knows what blessing Phæbus may bestow,
And future Ages to your Labour owe?
Such Secrets are not easily found out,
But once Discover'd, leave no Room for Doubt.
Truth Stamps Conviction in your Ravisht Breast,
And Peace, and Joy attend the glorious Guest.","","""Truth Stamps Conviction in your Ravisht Breast.""",3799,2009-03-23,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""breast"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2011-06-06 03:08:49 UTC,9810,"With how much ease is a young Muse Betray'd,
How nice the Reputation of the Maid!
Your early, kind, paternal care appears,
By chast Instruction of her Tender Years.
The first Impression in her Infant Breast
Will be the deepest, and should be the best
Let no Austerity breed servile Fear,
No wanton Sound offend her Virgin-Ear.
Secure from foolish Pride's affected state,
And specious Flattery's more pernicious Bait,
Habitual Innocence adorns her Thoughts
But your neglect must answer for her Faults","","""The first Impression in her Infant Breast / Will be the deepest, and should be the best.""",3799,2011-06-05,"Searching ""breast"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"","",Impression
2009-09-14 19:34:41 UTC,10063,"WELL.
(solus)
I'll think no more on't, 'tis impossible: what's impossible? nothing's impossible to a Woman: we judge but on the outside of that Sex; and know not what they can, nor what they doe, more than they please to shew us. I have known Mrs. Sightly these seven years--known her! I mean, I have seen her, observed her, followed her: may be there's no knowing a Woman: but in all that time, I never found a freedom, that allowed me any encouragement beyond a friend--May be I have been wanting to my self--But then she would not throw her self away upon a common Lover; that's not probable: If she had been affectedly reserv'd, I wou'd suspect, the Devil in her heart had stampt the sign of Vertue in her looks, that she might cheat the world, and sin more close. But she is open in her carriage, easie, clear of those arts that have made Lust a Trade--Perhaps that openness may be design--'Tis easie to raise doubts--And still she may be--I won't think she can--till I know more: But Wittwoud is, I know her, every thing that's mischievous; abandon'd and undone; undone her self, she wou'd undo the Sex: she is to bawd for VVilding: I know her bad enough for any trade. But Bawds have some good Nature, and procure pleasure for pay: VVittwoud has baser ends, A general ruine upon all her friends.",Soliloquy; Physiognomy,"""I wou'd suspect, the Devil in her heart had stampt the sign of Vertue in her looks, that she might cheat the world, and sin more close""",3887,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act III, scene i",""
2013-07-09 14:32:01 UTC,21565,"LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR.
Fye, fye, I wou'd not force her. Tho' she be
A Slave, her Mind is free, and shou'd consent.
OROONOKO.
Such Honour will engage her to consent:
And then, if you'r in love, she's worth the having.
Shall we not see this wonder?
LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR.
Have a care;
You have a Heart, and she has conquering Eyes.
(p. 27)","","""Tho' she be / A Slave, her Mind is free, and shou'd consent.""",7519,,C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:32:01 UTC,"","",Fetters
2013-07-09 14:33:04 UTC,21566,"OROONOKO.
If you but mock me with her Image here:
If she be not Imoinda --
Ha! she faints!
[She looks upon him, and falls into a Swoon, he runs to her]
Nay, then it must be she: it is Imoinda:
My Heart confesses her, and leaps for joy,
To welcome her to her own Empire here.
I feel her all, in every part of me.
O! let me press her in my eager Arms,
Wake her to life, and with this kindling Kiss
Give back that Soul, she only sent to me.
[Kisses her]
(p. 32)","","""Nay, then it must be she: it is Imoinda:
My Heart confesses her, and leaps for joy, / To welcome her to her own Empire here.""",7519,,C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:33:04 UTC,"","",Empire
2013-07-09 14:35:41 UTC,21567,"OROONOKO.
Take, take me all: enquire into my heart,
(You know the way to every secret there)
My Heart, the sacred treasury of Love:
And if, in absence, I have mis-employ'd
A Mite from the rich store: if I have spent
A Wish, a Sigh, but what I sent to you:
May I be curst to wish, and sigh in vain,
And you not pity me.
(p. 33)","","""Take, take me all: enquire into my heart, / (You know the way to every secret there) / My Heart, the sacred treasury of Love: / And if, in absence, I have mis-employ'd / A Mite from the rich store: if I have spent / A Wish, a Sigh, but what I sent to you: / May I be curst to wish, and sigh in vain, / And you not pity me.""",7519,,C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:35:41 UTC,"","",Coinage
2013-07-09 14:36:54 UTC,21568,"OROONOKO.
Let the Fools, who follow Fortune, live upon her smiles.
All our Prosperity is plac'd in Love.
We have enough of that to make us happy.
This little spot of Earth you stand upon,
Is more to me, than the extended Plains
Of my great Father's Kingdom. Here I reign
In full delights, in Joys to Pow'r unknown;
Your Love my Empire, and your Heart my Throne.
(p. 34)","","""Here I reign / In full delights, in Joys to Pow'r unknown; / Your Love my Empire, and your Heart my Throne.""",7519,,C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:36:54 UTC,USE IN ENTRY,"",Empire and Throne
2013-07-09 14:39:33 UTC,21569,"HOTTMAN.
Curse? only curse? I cannot conjure,
To raise the Spirits of other Men:
I am but one. O! for a Soul of fire,
To warm, and animate our common Cause,
And make a body of us: then I wou'd
Do something more than curse.
(p. 35)","","""O! for a Soul of fire, / To warm, and animate our common Cause, / And make a body of us.""",7519,,C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:39:33 UTC,"","",""
2013-07-09 14:41:52 UTC,21570,"OROONOKO.
Ha! thou hast rouz'd
The Lion in his den, he stalks abroad,
And the wide Forrest trembles at his roar.
I find the danger now: my Spirits start
At the alarm, and from all quarters come
To Man my Heart, the Citadel of love
Is there a power on Earth to force you from me?
And shall I not resist it? not strike first
To keep, to save you? to prevent that curse?
This is your Cause, and shall it not prevail?
O! you were born all ways to conquer me.
Now I am fashion'd to thy purpose: speak,
What Combination, what Conspiracy,
Woud'st thou engage me in? Ile undertake
All thou woud'st have me now for liberty,
For the great Cause of Love and Liberty.
(p. 42)","","""I find the danger now: my Spirits start / At the alarm, and from all quarters come / To Man my Heart, the Citadel of love.""",7519,,C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:41:52 UTC,"","",Inhabitants and Room