text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"[1]Hence, let us go--why waste we Time in vain?
See what Effect our low Submissions gain!
Lik'd or not lik'd, his Words we must relate,
The Greeks expect them, and our Heroes wait.
Proud as he is, that Iron-heart retains
Its stubborn Purpose, and his Friends disdains.
Stern, and unpitying! if a Brother bleed,
On just Attonement, we remit the Deed;
A Sire the Slaughter of his Son forgives;
[2]The Price of Blood discharg'd, the Murd'rer lives:
The haughtiest Hearts at length their Rage resign,
And Gifts can conquer ev'ry Soul but thine.
The Gods that unrelenting Breast have steel'd,
And curs'd thee with a Mind that cannot yield.
One Woman-Slave was ravish'd from thy Arms:
Lo, sev'n are offer'd, and of equal Charms.
Then hear, Achilles! be of better Mind;
[3]Revere thy Roof, and to thy Guests be kind;
And know the Men, of all the Grecian Host,
Who honour Worth, and prize thy Valour most.",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""Proud as he is, that Iron-heart retains / Its stubborn Purpose, and his Friends disdains""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,The Speech of Ajax,"",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry",10973,4209
"Unpitying Pow'rs! how oft each holy Fane
Has Hector ting'd with Blood of Victims slain?
And can ye still his cold Remains pursue?
Still grudge his Body to the Trojans View?
Deny to Consort, Mother, Son, and Sire,
The last sad Honours of the fun'ral Fire?
Is then the dire Achilles all your Care?
That Iron Heart, inflexibly severe;
A Lion, not a Man, who slaughters wide
In Strength of Rage and Impotence of Pride,
Who hastes to murder with a savage Joy,
Invades around, and breathes but to destroy.
Shame is not of his Soul; nor understood,
The greatest Evil and the greatest Good
Still for one Loss he rages unresign'd,
Repugnant to the Lot of all Mankind;
To lose a Friend, a Brother, or a Son,
Heav'n dooms each Mortal, and its Will is done:
A while they sorrow, then dismiss their Care;
Fate gives the Wound, and Man is born to bear.
But this Insatiate the Commission giv'n
By Fate, exceeds; and tempts the Wrath of Heav'n:
Lo how his Rage dishonest drags along
Hector's dead Earth insensible of Wrong!
Brave tho' he be, yet by no Reason aw'd,
He violates the Laws of Man and God.",2013-11-26 05:12:30 UTC,"""Is then the dire Achilles all your Care? / That Iron Heart, inflexibly severe.""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in ECCO-TCP",10974,4209
"Hence, let us go--why waste we Time in vain?
See what Effect our low Submissions gain!
Lik'd or not lik'd, his Words we must relate,
The Greeks expect them, and our Heroes wait.
Proud as he is, that Iron-heart retains
Its stubborn Purpose, and his Friends disdains.
Stern, and unpitying! if a Brother bleed,
On just Attonement, we remit the Deed;
A Sire the Slaughter of his Son forgives;
The Price of Blood discharg'd, the Murd'rer lives:
The haughtiest Hearts at length their Rage resign,
And Gifts can conquer ev'ry Soul but thine.
The Gods that unrelenting Breast have steel'd,
And curs'd thee with a Mind that cannot yield.
One Woman-Slave was ravish'd from thy Arms:
Lo, sev'n are offer'd, and of equal Charms.
Then hear, Achilles! be of better Mind;
Revere thy Roof, and to thy Guests be kind;
And know the Men, of all the Grecian Host,
Who honour Worth, and prize thy Valour most.
(III.ix, pp. 37-8, ll. 742-761)",2014-03-12 14:48:07 UTC,"""The Gods that unrelenting Breast have steel'd, / And curs'd thee with a Mind that cannot yield.""",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Vol. III, Book ix. The Speech of Ajax","",,Metal,"•I just noticed that this stanza appears three times now (separate hits).
•removed footnotes.","Searching ""mind"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""; found again in ECCO-TCP.",10975,4209
"He said: Nor less elate with martial Joy,
The god-like Hector warm'd the Troops of Troy.
Trojans to War! Think Hector leads you on;
Nor dread the Vaunts of Peleus' haughty Son;
Deeds must decide our Fate. Ev'n those with Words
Insult the Brave, who tremble at their Swords:
The weakest Atheist-Wretch all Heav'n defies,
But shrinks and shudders, when the Thunder flies
Nor from yon' Boaster shall your Chief retire,
Not tho' his Heart were Steel, his Hands were Fire;
That Fire, that Steel, your Hector shou'd withstand,
And brave that vengeful Heart, that dreadful Hand.",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""Nor from yon' Boaster shall your Chief retire, / Not tho' his Heart were Steel, his Hands were Fire; / That Fire, that Steel, your Hector shou'd withstand, / And brave that vengeful Heart, that dreadful Hand.""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""bosom"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10978,4209
"Then thus the Chief his dying Accents drew;
Thy Rage, Implacable! too well I knew:
The Furies that relentless Breast have steel'd,
And curs'd thee with a Heart that cannot yield.
[1]Yet think, a Day will come, when Fate's Decree
And angry Gods, shall wreak this Wrong on thee;
Phoebus and Paris shall avenge my Fate,
And stretch thee here, before this Scæan Gate.
",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""The Furies that relentless Breast have steel'd, / And curs'd thee with a Heart that cannot yield.""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10979,4209
"The hoary Monarch thus. Her piercing Cries
Sad Hecuba renews, and then replies.
Ah! whither wanders thy distemper'd Mind,
And where the Prudence now that aw'd Mankind,
Thro' Phrygia once, and foreign Regions known,
Now all confus'd, distracted, overthrown!
Singly to pass thro' Hosts of Foes! to face
(Oh Heart of Steel!) the Murd'rer of thy Race!
To view that deathful Eye, and wander o'er
Those Hands, yet red with Hector's noble Gore!
Alas! my Lord! he knows not how to spare,
And what his Mercy, thy slain Sons declare;
So brave! so many fall'n! To calm his Rage
Vain were thy Dignity, and vain thy Age.
No--pent in this sad Palace let us give
To Grief the wretched Days we have to live.
Still, still for Hector let our Sorrows flow,
Born to his own, and to his Parents Woe!
Doom'd from the Hour his luckless Life begun,
To Dogs, to Vultures, and to Peleus' Son!
Oh! in his dearest Blood might I allay
My Rage, and these Barbarities repay!
For ah! could Hector merit thus? whose Breath
Expir'd not meanly, in unactive Death:
[1]He pour'd his latest Blood in manly Fight,
And fell a Hero in his Country's Right",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""Singly to pass thro' Hosts of Foes! to face / (Oh Heart of Steel!) the Murd'rer of thy Race!""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10980,4209
"[1]Alas! what Weight of Anguish hast thou known?
Unhappy Prince! thus guardless and alone
To pass thro' Foes, and thus undaunted face
The Man whose Fury has destroy'd thy Race?
Heav'n sure has arm'd thee with a Heart of Steel,
A Strength proportion'd to the Woes you feel.
Rise then: Let Reason mitigate our Care:
To mourn, avails not: Man is born to bear.
Such is, alas! the Gods severe Decree;
They, only they are blest, and only free.
[2]Two Urns by Jove's high Throne have ever stood,
The Source of Evil one, and one of Good;
From thence the Cup of mortal Man he fills,
Blessings to these, to those distributes Ills;
To most, he mingles both: The Wretch decreed
To taste the bad, unmix'd, is curst indeed;
Pursu'd by Wrongs, by meagre Famine driv'n,
He wanders, Outcast both of Earth and Heav'n.
The Happiest taste not Happiness sincere,
But find the cordial Draught is dash'd with Care.
Who more than Peleus shone in Wealth and Pow'r?
What Stars concurring blest his natal Hour?
A Realm, a Goddess, to his Wishes giv'n,
Grac'd by the Gods with all the Gifts of Heav'n!
One Evil yet o'ertakes his latest Day,
No Race succeeding to imperial Sway:
One only Son! and he (alas!) ordain'd
To fall untimely in a foreign Land!
See him, in Troy, the pious Care decline
Of his weak Age, to live the Curse of thine!
Thou too, Old Man, hast happier Days beheld;
In Riches once, in Children once excell'd;
[3]Extended Phrygia own'd thy ample Reign,
And all fair Lesbos' blissful Seats contain,
And all wide Hellespont's unmeasur'd Main.
But since the God his Hand has pleas'd to turn,
And fill thy Measure from his bitter Urn,
What sees the Sun, but hapless Heroes Falls?
War, and the Blood of Men, surround thy Walls!
What must be, must be. Bear thy Lot, nor shed
These unavailing Sorrows o'er the Dead;
Thou can'st not call him from the Stygian Shore,
But thou alas! may'st live, to suffer more!",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""Heav'n sure has arm'd thee with a Heart of Steel, / A Strength proportion'd to the Woes you feel.""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,Achilles speech to Priam,"",,Metal,"•Footnote 1 gives, ""Verse 653. Achilles's Speech to Priam.]
There is not a more beautiful Passage in the whole Ilias than this before us:Homer to shew that Achilles was not a mere Soldier, here draws him as a Person of excellent Sense and sound reason: Plato himself (who condemns this Passage) could not speak more like a true Philosopher: And it was a piece of great Judgment thus to describe him; for the Reader would have retain'd but a very indifferent Opinion of the Hero of a Poem, that had no Qualification but mere Strength: It also shews the Art of the Poet thus to defer this part of his Character till the very Conclusion of the Poem: By these means he fixes an Idea of his Greatness upon our Minds, and makes his Hero go off the Stage with Applause.
Neither does he here ascribe more Wisdom to Achilles than he might really be Master of; for as Eustathius observes, he had Chiron and Phoenix for his Tutors, and a Goddess for his Mother.""","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10981,4209
"Then with his Sceptre that the Deep controuls,
He touch'd the Chiefs, and steel'd their manly Souls;
Strength, not their own, the Touch divine imparts,
Prompts their light limbs, and swells their daring hearts.
Then, as a Falcon from the rocky Height,
Her Quarry seen, impetuous at the Sight,
Forth-springing instant, darts her self from high,
Shoots on the Wing, and skims along the Sky:
Such, and so swift, the Pow'r of Ocean flew;
The wide Horizon shut him from their View.",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""Then with his Sceptre that the Deep controuls, / He touch'd the Chiefs, and steel'd their manly Souls""",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10982,4209
"The Monarch spoke: the Words with Warmth addrest
To rigid Justice steel'd his Brother's Breast.
Fierce from his Knees the hapless Chief he thrust;
The Monarch's Javelin stretch'd him in the Dust.
Then pressing with his Foot his panting Heart,
Forth from the slain he tugg'd the reeking Dart.
Old Nestor saw, and rowz'd the Warrior's Rage;
Thus, Heroes! thus the vig'rous Combate wage!
No Son of Mars descend, for servile Gains,
To touch the Booty, while a Foe remains.
Behold yon' glitt'ring Host, your future Spoil!
[1]First gain the Conquest, then reward the Toil.",2009-09-14 19:35:26 UTC,"""The Monarch spoke: the Words with Warmth addrest / To rigid Justice steel'd his Brother's Breast.""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10983,4209
"But thou, false guardian of a charge too good,
Thou, mean deserter of thy brother's blood!
See on these ruby lips the trembling breath,
These cheeks, now fading at the blast of death;
Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before,
And those love-darting eyes must roll no more.
Thus, if Eternal justice rules the ball,
Thus shall your wives, and thus your children fall:
On all the line a sudden vengeance waits,
And frequent herses shall besiege your gates.
There passengers shall stand, and pointing say,
(While the long fun'rals blacken all the way)
Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd,
And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others good, or melt at others woe.
(pp. 262-3, ll. 29-46)",2009-09-14 19:35:29 UTC,"""Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, / And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,•Butt takes from Works (1717). C-H takes from Works (1736),"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""sou""",11039,4247