work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4387,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC," What cannot active government perform,
New-moulding man? Wide-stretching from these shores,
A people savage from remotest time,
A huge neglected empire, one vast mind,
By Heaven inspired, from gothic darkness call'd.
Immortal Peter! first of monarchs! he
His stubborn country tamed, her rocks, her fens,
Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons;
And while the fierce barbarian he subdued,
To more exalted soul he raised the man.
Ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toil'd
Through long successive ages to build up
A labouring plan of state, behold at once
The wonder done! behold the matchless prince!
Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then
A mighty shadow of unreal power;
Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts;
And roaming every land, in every port
His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand
Unwearied plying the mechanic tool,
Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,
Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
Charged with the stores of Europe home he goes!
Then cities rise amid the illumined waste;
O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign;
Far distant flood to flood is social join'd;
The astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltic roar;
Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd
With daring keel before; and armies stretch
Each way their dazzling files, repressing here
The frantic Alexander of the north,
And awing there stern Othman's shrinking sons.
Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice,
Of old dishonour proud: it glows around,
Taught by the Royal Hand that roused the whole,
One scene of arts, of arms, of rising trade:
For what his wisdom plann'd, and power enforced,
More potent still, his great example show'd.",2012-01-12,11568,"","""Wide-stretching from these shores, / A people savage from remotest time, / A huge neglected empire, one vast mind, / By Heaven inspired, from gothic darkness call'd.""",Empire,2012-01-12 19:11:51 UTC,""
4792,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC," 'Would you then learn to dissipate the band
Of the huge threatening difficulties dire,
That in the weak man's way like lions stand,
His soul appal, and damp his rising fire?
Resolve, resolve, and to be men aspire.
Exert that noblest privilege, alone,
Here to mankind indulged; control desire:
Let godlike reason, from her sovereign throne,
Speak the commanding word ""I will!"" and it is done.",,12740,"•I somehow missed this in my first cruise through Thomson. Found while searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS.
•REVISIT to find line and canto. ","""Let godlike reason, from her sovereign throne, / Speak the commanding word 'I will!' and it is done.""",Throne,2013-06-20 20:55:11 UTC,""
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"LAURA.
He says that, tho' he were not nobly born,
Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave,
Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning
Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness:
That every easy Virtue is his own;
Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd,
Implanted in his Soul--Chiefly one Charm
He in his graceful Character observes:
That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience,
And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature,
Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check
Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper,
And gentle Softness.
(I.i)",,21237,"","Chiefly one Charm / He in his graceful Character observes: / That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience, / And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature, / Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check / Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper, / And gentle Softness.""","",2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:46:27 UTC,"SIGISMUNDA.
Hopes I have none!--Those by this fatal Day
Are blasted all--But from my Soul to banish,
While weeping Memory there retains her Seat,
Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd,
Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming,
Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise.
(III.ii)",,21249,"","""But from my Soul to banish, / While weeping Memory there retains her Seat, / Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd, / Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming, / Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise.""",Throne,2013-06-28 14:46:27 UTC,"Act III, scene ii"
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:52:05 UTC,"SIGISMUNDA.
How! when I heard myself your full Consent
To the late King's so just and prudent Will?
Heard it before you read, in solemn Senate?
When I beheld you give your Royal Hand
To Her, whose Birth and Dignity, of Right,
Demands that high Alliance? Yes, my Lord,
You have done well. The Man, whom Heaven appoints
To govern others, should himself first learn
To bend his Passions to the Sway of Reason.
In all you have done well, but when you bid
My humbled Hopes look up to you again,
And sooth'd with wanton Cruelty my Weakness--
That too was well--My Vanity deserv'd
The sharp Rebuke, whose fond Extravagance
Could ever dream to balance your Repose,
Your Glory and the Welfare of a People.
(IV.ii)",,21253,"","""The Man, whom Heaven appoints / To govern others, should himself first learn / To bend his Passions to the Sway of Reason.""","",2013-06-28 14:52:05 UTC,"Act IV, scene ii"
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 15:01:53 UTC,"SIGISMUNDA.
The World approve!--What is the World to me?
The conscious Mind is its own awful World.--
And yet, perhaps, if thou wert not a King,
I know not, Tancred, what I might have done.
Then, then, my Conduct, sanctify'd by Love,
Could not be deem'd, by the severest Judge,
The mean Effect of Interest, or Ambition.
But now not all my partial Heart can plead,
Shall ever shake th' unalterable Dictates
That tyrannize my Breast.
(V.vi, 98-107)",,21260,"","""But now not all my partial Heart can plead, / Shall ever shake th' unalterable Dictates / That tyrannize my Breast.""","",2013-06-28 15:01:53 UTC,"Act V, scene vi"
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 15:08:30 UTC,"SIFFREDI.
[After a pathetic Pause, looking on the Scene before him.]
Have I liv'd
To these enfeebled Years, by Heaven reserv'd,
To be a dreadful Monument of Justice?--
Rodolpho, raise the King, and bear him hence
From this distracting Scene of Blood and Death.
Alas! I dare not give him my Assistance;
My Care would only more enflame his Rage.
Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand,
That by rude Force the Passions would command,
That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast;
They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest.
Taught hence, Ye Parents, who from Nature stray,
And the great Ties of social Life betray;
Ne'er with your Children act a Tyrant's Part:
'Tis your's to guide, not violate the Heart.
Ye vainly wise, who o'er Mankind preside,
Behold my righteous Woes, and drop your Pride!
Keep Virtue's simple Path before your Eyes,
Nor think from Evil Good can ever rise.
(V.viii)",,21264,"","""Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand, / That by rude Force the Passions would command, / That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast; / They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest.""","",2013-06-28 15:08:30 UTC,"Act V, scene viii"
7504,"",Reading; text from C-H Lion,2013-07-07 18:42:33 UTC,"Nor to this evanescent speck of earth
Poorly confined, the radiant tracts on high
Are her exalted range; intent to gaze
Creation through; and, from that full complex
Of never ending wonders, to conceive
Of the Sole Being right, who spoke the Word,
And Nature moved complete. With inward view,
Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns
Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance,
The obedient phantoms vanish or appear;
Compound, divide, and into order shift,
Each to his rank, from plain perception up
To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train:
To reason then, deducing truth from truth;
And notion quite abstract; where first begins
The world of spirits, action all, and life
Unfetter'd, and unmixt. But here the cloud,
(So wills Eternal Providence) sits deep.
Enough for us to know that this dark state,
In wayward passions lost and vain pursuits,
This Infancy of Being, cannot prove
The final issue of the works of God,
By boundless Love and perfect Wisdom form'd,
And ever rising with the rising mind.
(pp. 123-4; cf. p. 86 in Sambrook ed.) ",,21487,The personification of Fancy's train added in 1744.,"""With inward view, / Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns / Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, / The obedient phantoms vanish or appear; / Compound, divide, and into order shift, / Each to his rank, from plain perception up / To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train.""",Inhabitants,2013-07-07 18:43:00 UTC,""