text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Contrive me, Artisan, a Bowl
Of Silver ample as my Soul;
And in the bright Compartments bring
The sweet Profusion of the Spring;
Let that fair Season, rich in Flowers,
Shed Roses in ambrosial Showers;
Yet simply plain be thy Design,
A festive Banqueting of Wine;
No Hieroglyphics let it have,
No foreign Mysteries engrave:
Let no blood-thirsty Heroes wield
Rough Armour in the silver Field;
But draw me Jove's delightful Boy,
Paschus the God of Wine and Joy:
Let Venus with light Step advance,
And with gay Hymen lead the Dance.
Beneath the Leaf-embellish'd Vine,
Full of young Grapes that promise Wine,
Let Love, without his Armour meet
The meek-ey'd Graces laughing sweet.
And on the polish'd Plain display
A Group of beauteous Boys at Play;
But no Apollo, God of Day,",2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,"""Contrive me, Artisan, a Bowl / Of Silver ample as my Soul""",2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,The Odes of Anacreon,"",,Metal,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""silver"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15243,5714
"To the door he went,
And left her. She obey'd, to be set free
From this her dreary mansion little loth,
And having paid her landlord, left his house,
And came to Ernest's. With a gracious smile,
Such as the tender father gives his child,
He at his door receiv'd her. To her room
Now he conducts her, at the table's head
Now seats her, and proclaims her with delight
Queen of the feast. With cheerfulness and ease
She rules the board, and half forgets her grief.
Day rose, and day retir'd. Night after night
Withdrew, and ere she thinks of preparation
The promis'd week is gone. She begs one more,
And yet another. To protract her stay
Ernest consents, unwilling to dismiss
A guest so lovely. At the long delay
Young Henry too was pleas'd, with secret love
Towards Ophelia burning. For what youth
Can look on woman beauteous as the morn
With tearful eyes emerging from distress,
All penitence and sorrow--and not love?
Is there a man whose iron heart is proof
Against such charms? Lay not his bones by mine.
For should they touch, 'twere like a sudden spark
Let fall by chance among the nitrous casks
Lodg'd in the bowels of a ship of war,
Which in a moment blows her to the Moon.",2009-09-14 19:43:15 UTC,"""Is there a man whose iron heart is proof / Against such charms?""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15286,5729
"'Are ye dismay'd, my friends? Where is the gay,
'The cheerful sunshine that few moments past
'Enliven'd ev'ry countenance I saw?
'So soon eclips'd and overcast with clouds
'Of weak and childish apprehension? What,
'Can ye forget, that he who leads the foe
'Has been already once repuls'd with loss?
'Is it not Croesus, whom we fought before
'At wond'rous odds, yet drove him from the field?
'He had an army then, whose swarming foot
'Were more in number than our army now
'Take horse and foot together. Yet besides,
'He had four hundred chariots, and fleet horse
'Full sixty thousand. We were few and weak,
'Our horse one third, our total foot half his,
'And not a chariot seen in all our ranks.
'Yet we engag'd him, and the day was won.
'We fought it bravely, the Assyrian fell,
'Conquest was our's, confusion was the foe's,
'And shall we fear him when he comes again,
'Bearing in mind that he was once repuls'd
'By numbers more unequal? Shall we not
'Assault him rather with augmented fire,
'Remembring how he fled and we pursued?
'Immortal Gods, if ye so quake with fear
'To think of Croesus and the tyrant King
'Thus coming, with what terror had ye shook
'Had ye been born supporters of their cause,
'And such an army as our own approach'd
'To give you battle? Say, we are Assyrians,
'And lo! where Cyrus comes, the fiery boy,
'Who beat us soundly when we fought him last
'And longs to fight again. Flying he comes
'Elate with victory and strong with toil.
'Shall we oppose him? Grant, that we are many,
'He too is num'rous, and he conquer'd then
'When we engag'd a lion to a lamb.
'Shall we prevail if we engage him now
'A lion to a lion? Mark his horse
'Cloth'd to the ears in armour. See his lines
'Of hardy Persians, since we fought him last
'Doubled, and more than doubled by ten thousand.
'Who foils a Persian? Are they not all flint,
'All steel and iron to the very heart?
'Look at his troop of camels. Call to mind
'That nature 'twixt the camel and the horse
'Put strange antipathy. Dispatch but one,
'A million horse shall not abide the sight.
'Look at his chariots. Can ye count their wheels?
'Yet ev'ry axle-tree is hid with scythes
'As Death were come to make the world his harvest,
'And these his sturdy ministers stood up
'To sweep away an empire in a breath.
'Look at his tow'rs, with skilful archers fill'd,
'Who sit above like Gods, and from on high
'Govern the fortune of the war below.
'Consider this, my friends, and let me ask
'Is there among you who presumes to think
'Our cause is desperate? If such there be,
'Let him forsake us, and support those arms
'He trembles to oppose. The man who fears
'May do his country service by desertion.'",2009-09-14 19:43:15 UTC,"""'Who foils a Persian? Are they not all flint, / 'All steel and iron to the very heart?""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•I've included thrice: Iron, Flint, and Steel",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15287,5730
"'Fear not,'
'Replied the Prince. 'There is not much to blame.
'To fail is human, and the soldier's lot
'Is often to miscarry. 'Twas not thine
'To strive with love and beauty, and prevail.
'I told thee 'twas not, when thy forward zeal
'Boasted its power to outbrave alike
'The frown of anger and the smile of love.
'The hero's heart is neither steel nor flint.
'Youth in the pow'rful rays of beauty's noon
'Is ice before the sun. As soon expect
'Snow to be stedfast in the midst of flame,
'As youth to look on beauty and not love.
''Twould melt a mountain, 'twould dissolve a world,
'Be wise in future, and believe thy friend,
'That Babylon may lose, but love will win.
'Cyrus may conquer all the realms on earth,
'But love still triumphs, and may conquer hi",2009-09-14 19:43:15 UTC,"""'The hero's heart is neither steel nor flint""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"",Negated Metaphor,,Metal,"•I've included twice: Flint, and Steel","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15289,5730
"He said, and to begin the dreadful storm,
Flew like an arrow to his chosen force.
'Twas time, for Croesus had his signal giv'n,
And all the armies of the martial foe
Slowly advanc'd. Then momentary dread
Shot thro' the ranks of Cyrus. For what heart,
Not made of steel, could look on such a scene,
Three armies deep and strong, with countless horse,
Chariots untold, innumerable foot,
Advancing with their weapons drawn to kill,
And not one passage open to escape--
Who could behold it and not feel afraid?
Deep silence reign'd, and not a sound was heard,
Save the low thunder of approaching files.
But fear was transient as the lightning glimpse,
Not long admitted to a Persian breast.
Courage returns, and ev'ry heart is rous'd,
Hearing the sound of onset.
",2009-09-14 19:43:16 UTC,"""For what heart, / Not made of steel, could look on such a scene, / Three armies deep and strong, with countless horse, / Chariots untold, innumerable foot""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"",Negated Metaphor,,Metal,"•I've included twice: Flint, and Steel","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15291,5730
"""Then hear,"" said Gilbert. ""To this spot I came,
""Intending hurt to none. From the loud surge
""But ill escap'd, and climbing the rude cliff
""Through a steep moulder'd gap, at a small hut
""Belonging to the fisher and his son,
""I found this suit, and chang'd it for my own
""All dripping wet. Soon as the tempest ceas'd
""I left the hut thus clad, and tow'rds the wood
""Came with all speed, well knowing these my friends
""And these my sisters had not hearts of steel,
""And might be griev'd at my delay. I saw,
""Just as my weary feet had reach'd this spot,
""This lovely maid upon that bench asleep.
""I saw, and was refresh'd; but had not gaz'd
""A moment's space, ere yonder villain came,
""Thy friend; and I retir'd, and unperceiv'd
""Beheld the dev'lish antic at his wiles.
""I knew his purpose, (for the outward act
""Gives true assurance of the inward mind,)
""And burning with impatience stood awhile,
""Till he all passion seiz'd the helpless maid
""Alone and sleeping, and with touch profane
""Thought to have feasted on those crimson lips
""And that vermilion cheek. I sprung to help her
""And sure my arm had more than usual strength,
""For with one blow I fell'd him to the earth,
""And set the captive free. She fled alarm'd,
""And hardly stay'd to cast one thankful look
""On him who sav'd her--but that gracious smile
""Repays me well. The shameless villain rose,
""And, cursing me by ev'ry name above,
""Ran at my life. The second blow you saw,
""Which plung'd him headlong in the miry brook.
""And if an act like this can need defence,
""I stand prepar'd to give it; for be sure,
""Had it been Fred'rick I had done the same,
""And Fred'rick had deserv'd it.""",2009-09-14 19:43:16 UTC,"""'And these my sisters had not hearts of steel, / 'And might be griev'd at my delay""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,•C-H takes from Poems (1808),"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15292,5732
"While yet 'tis mine to trace the feeling Hour,
And win young Fancy from the Muses Bower,
Ere pressing Cares, too numerous, intervene
To disenchant the bosom-soothing Scene;
Come, nor so soon, alas! to Memory fade
Ye Views, fast-fainting into sombre Shade!
O come, where never Cares engender'd Strife,
Ye spotless Visions of untroubled Life!
There may I colour, where our College-Day
Triumph'd in youthful Spirits light and gay,
The generous Mind expanding into Joy,
While no mean Passion mixt its base Alloy;
Melt o'er our parting Moments not in vain,
Fresh as I read my Greville's Heart again;
Rescue each Sparkle of our wishing Eyes,
And from severe Oblivion steal our Sighs!",2009-09-14 19:43:23 UTC,"""The generous Mind expanding into Joy, / While no mean Passion mixt its base Alloy;""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""alloy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15340,5758
"Hail to each ancient sacred shade
Of those, who gave the Muses aid,
Skill'd verse mysterious to unfold,
And set each brilliant thought in gold.
Hail Aristotle's honour'd shrine,
And great Longinius hail to thine;
Ye too, whose judgment ne'er cou'd fail,
Hail Horace, and Quintilian hail;
And, dread of every Goth and Hun,
Hail Pope, and peerless Addison.",2011-06-20 18:51:29 UTC,"""Hail to each ancient sacred shade / Of those, who gave the Muses aid, / Skill'd verse mysterious to unfold, / And set each brilliant thought in gold.""",2005-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,Fables,"",2011-06-20,Metal,"","Searching ""thought"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15342,5760
"Thy bravery often did I much approve;
Rais'd by that queen of passions, Love.
Whene'er in Love's delicious phrensy crost
By long-ear'd brothers, lo wert thou a host!
Love did thy lion-heart with courage steel!
Quicker than that of Vestris mov'd thy heel:
Here, there, up, down, in, out, how thou didst smite!
And then no alderman could match thy bite!",2009-09-14 19:43:24 UTC,"""Love did thy lion-heart with courage steel!""",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"The Remonstrance; To which is Added an Ode to my Ass; Also the Magpie and Robin, A Tale; An Apology for Kings; and an Address to my Pamphlet","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15349,5762
"Rouse! and let 'Richard be himself again!'--
Forge, forge anew Oppression's galling chain;
Strip o'er his ears bold Opposition's skin,
And bid with gags the mouth of Freedom grin.
Bid the dark Furies all thy bosom steel,
And Cumberland afresh thine anger feel:
Yes, yes, of Cumberland the comet, blaze,
And, crab-like, roast her rascals with thy rays.
Stretch o'er the shrinking towns thine arm of pow'r,
And, hydra-like, their croaking frogs devour.
Show that thy breath, like Envy's, baleful blows:
A canker be, that kills the lovely rose.
Prove how a rising country can be curst,
And bid with spleen old Nero's spectre burst.",2011-09-28 01:32:41 UTC,"""Bid the dark Furies all thy bosom steel, / And Cumberland afresh thine anger feel.""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,•Earliest appearance in Gentleman's Magazine Vol. 61. ii. p. 1131 R.,"Searching ""bosom"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15352,5752