work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6085,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 20:11:56 UTC,"""These tasks befit the rugged sons of toil,""
Cries speculative Pride with scornful smile,
""While they in ignorance and darkness grope,
""And labour on, and talk of faith and hope;
""Far nobler labours aid us to extol
""The task of minds, the labour of the soul.
""To trace French novelists with steady gaze,
""Through sentiment's inexplicable maze;
""Whose evanescent meaning caught meanwhile,
""Shall add new graces to enrich our style;
""New systems of philosophy be shown,
""With happier art in language all our own;
""New modes, new governments, new laws, new light,
""Shall put all superstition's train to flight;
""And revelation's trembling, dubious ray,
""No more its faint, uncertain beams display;
""But knowledge flash with such resplendent blaze,
""That maddening crowds grow giddy while they gaze.
""Such are our triumphs, while at ease reclin'd,
""With active force the comprehensive mind
""Breaks custom's chains and prejudice's ties,
""And wide in sportive curves unbounded flies.""",,18870,"","""With active force the comprehensive mind / Breaks custom's chains and prejudice's ties, / And wide in sportive curves unbounded flies.""",Fetters,2011-07-14 20:12:37 UTC,""
6085,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 20:20:19 UTC,"Now, Chiefs and Senators--ye patriot band!
Born to illume, protect, and bless the land;
While the loose furies rage in other climes,
And Nature sickens at her children's crimes;
While Gallia pours profuse the purple flood,
And stains her lilies with her Monarch's blood;
Encircle like an adamantine zone
The hallow'd altar and the honour'd throne;
And let your banners, rais'd aloft, reveal
The blended interests of the general weal:
Draw close those ties, so fine and yet so strong,
That gently lead the willing soul along,
Nor crush beneath oppression's iron rod
The kindred image of the parent God;
Nor think that rigour's galling chains can bind
The native force of the superior mind.
'Twas not from such the glowing ardour rose
That followers drew to Wallace and Montrose.
Brethren in martial toils--affection fond,
Kind twisting round each heart the lasting bond;
Like that wide chain, which, when creation rose,
Did all the mighty Maker's works inclose,
Whose closing ties celestial voices sung,
While all the answering constellations rung,
Which joins the worlds below to those above
With golden links, and angels call it--LOVE!",,18871,"","""Draw close those ties, so fine and yet so strong, / That gently lead the willing soul along, / Nor crush beneath oppression's iron rod / The kindred image of the parent God; / Nor think that rigour's galling chains can bind / The native force of the superior mind.""",Fetters,2011-07-14 20:20:19 UTC,""