work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3261,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"The thinking Man eyes his Ancestor's worth
preservs the Grandure of his house and Birth
and through the Golden Mien he wisely steers
Not cheated with vain Hopes nor Crush'd with fears.
By fortitude of mind he conquest gains
O're sordid pleasures and imagind pains
superior to the puny pleagues of Life
looks down on trifles which engender strife.
such a great Soul can destiny command
who holds his passions with a steady hand
Great in himself, he all his actions Rules
by virtue, and leavs pegeantry to fools
he scorns to cringe at courts or Blur his mind
with consent, when his countrey's fall's designd
But when plac'd at the Helm of state affairs
the publick good engroses all his Cares",,8519,"•C-H lists under ""Poems in manuscript or posthumously published""","""By fortitude of mind he conquest gains / O're sordid pleasures and imagind pains.""","",2013-06-12 18:57:55 UTC,""
3364,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,[Colin]
nor is my heart nae mair than yours of steel
yes I our tinsell as severly feell
But stranger Reason comes to take my part
while you less Guarded sink beneath the smart
then dry ye'r Cheeks--and learn ye to Behave
ye'r sells like her then shall your virtues crave
Love in your Life and honour in your Grave,,8638,"","""nor is my heart nae mair than yours of steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:41 UTC,Poems for which dates can be assigned in Manuscript.
4317,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Mean time the Thinkers wha are out of Play,
For their ain Comfort kenna what to say;
That the Foundation's loose fain wa'd they shaw,
And think na but the Fabrick soon will fa'.
That's a' but Sham,--for inwardly they fry,
Vext that their Fingers were na in the Pye.
Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully stood afar,
Tholling your Reason great Attempts to mar;
While the brave Dauntless, of sic Fetters free,
Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea:
Where now like Gods they rule each wealthy Jaw,
While you may thump your Pows against the Wa'.
",2010-12-31,11253,"•2nd Foonote from 1721 edition used by Chadwyck Healey gives ""Threw off all the Fetters of Reason, and plung'd gloriously into Confusion.""
•1st, ""Many of just Thinking at that Time were vex'd to see themselves trudging on Foot, when some others of very indifferent Capacities were setting up gilded Equipages; and notwithstanding of all the Doubts they formed against it, yet fretted because they were not so lucky as to have some Shares.""","""Faint-hearted Wights, wha dully stood afar, / Tholling your Reason great Attempts to mar; / While the brave Dauntless, of sic Fetters free, / Jumpt headlong glorious in the golden Sea.""",Fetters,2011-02-09 05:18:40 UTC,""
4317,"Horace, Book I, Ode iii","Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Illi robur & aes triplex
Circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci
Commisit pelago ratem
Primus, ------
Hor.
Daring and unco' stout he was,
With Heart hool'd in three Sloughs of Brass,
Wha ventur'd first upon the Sea
With Hempen Branks, and Horse of Tree.",,11254,"•Cross--reference: Triple brass and Brass Hearts abound. These would seem to all derive from Horace: Book I, Ode iii.
","""Daring and unco' stout he was, / With Heart hool'd in three Sloughs of Brass, Wha ventur'd first upon the Sea / With Hempen Branks, and Horse of Tree""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:35:43 UTC,Opening Lines
4318,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""Steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"For who can hear the Lad complain,
And not participate and feel
His artless undissembled Pain,
Unless he has a Heart of Steel.",,11255,"","""For who can hear the Lad complain, / And not participate and feel / His artless undissembled Pain, / Unless he has a Heart of Steel.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:35:43 UTC,Commendatory Poems
4319,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Six Times the Day with Light and Hope arose,
As oft the Night her Terrors did oppose,
While toss'd on roring Waves the tender Crew
Had nought but Death and Horror in their View:
Pale Famine, Seas, bleak Cold at equal Strife,
Conspiring all against their Bloom of Life:
Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls
Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals;
And Death before them stands with frightful Stare,
Their Spirits spent, and sunk down to despair.",,11256,"•I've included thrice: Lamp, Flame, Prison
","""Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls / Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals.""","",2010-07-01 20:36:17 UTC,""
4320,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast,
He moves as light as fleeting Wind,
His former Sorrows seem a Jest,
Now when his Jeanie is turn'd kind:
Riches he looks on with Disdain,
The glorious Fields of War look mean,
The chearful Hound and Horn give Pain,
If absent from his bonny Jean.",,11259,"","""A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast.""",Inhabitants,2012-01-06 21:07:23 UTC,Scot Songs
4318,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""Steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"How straight, how well-turn'd, and gentile, are
Her Limbs! and how graceful her Gait!
Their Hearts made of Stone, or of Steel are,
That are not Adorers of KATE.",,11672,•I've included twice: Steel and Stone
,"""Their Hearts made of Stone, or of Steel are, / That are not Adorers of KATE.""",Metal,2013-10-31 05:05:27 UTC,""
7144,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-06 21:01:14 UTC,"The next Time I go o'er the Moor
She shall a Lover find me,
And that my Faith is firm and pure,
Tho I left her behind me:
Then Hymen's sacred Bonds shall chain
My Heart to her fair Bosom,
There, while my Being does remain,
My Love more fresh shall blossom.
(Cf. p. 5 in 1718 ed.)",,19392,"","""Then Hymen's sacred Bonds shall chain / My Heart to her fair Bosom, / There, while my Being does remain, / My Love more fresh shall blossom.""",Fetters,2013-10-31 03:19:49 UTC,""
7173,"","Searching ""dance"" and ""idea"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-19 18:06:57 UTC,"Thus I (no longer to illustrate
With Similies, lest I should frustrate
Design Laconick of a Letter,
With Heap of Language and no Matter,)
Bang'd up my blyth auld-fashion'd Whistle,
To sowf ye o'er a short Epistle,
Without Rule, Compasses, or Charcoal,
Or serious Study in a dark Hole.
Three Times I ga'e the Muse a Rug,
Then bate my Nails and claw'd my Lug;
Still heavy, at the last my Nose
I prim'd with an inspiring Dose,
Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!)
As they'd been daft.--Here ends the Preface.",,19464,"","""Still heavy, at the last my Nose / I prim'd with an inspiring Dose, / Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!) / As they'd been daft.""",Inhabitants,2012-01-19 18:07:33 UTC,""