work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6002,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""fancy""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"WHEN the awaken'd soul receives
The first impression fancy gives,
Temper'd by soft affection's reign,
Sweet are the days of pleasing pain.
But, ah! they fly, fly never to return,
And leave the aching heart their transient charms to mourn.",2011-06-05,15946,"","""WHEN the awaken'd soul receives / The first impression fancy gives / Temper'd by soft affection's reign, / Sweet are the days of pleasing pain.""",Impressions,2011-06-06 03:30:05 UTC,""
6002,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""fancy""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"I mark thy muse; her gothic lyre
Well suits the legendary lay;
While darting from her eyes of sire
She beams a visionary day:
Bright as the magic torch she early gave
To light thy ven'trous way, through fancy's secret cave.",2011-06-05,15958,"","The muse ""beams a visionary day: / Bright as the magic torch she early gave / To light thy ven'trous way, through fancy's secret cave.""",Impressions,2011-06-06 03:31:47 UTC,""
6085,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Now many a happy year had slid away,
Since Hymen smil'd upon their bridal day.
Alike, as mother, mistress, friend, or wife,
Fair Flora shone the grace of private life:
With latent wisdom and endearing art,
She stretch'd her blameless empire o'er the heart;
Her happy household rul'd with gentle sway,
And made it their first pleasure to obey.
Belov'd and reverenc'd in his native place,
Obey'd and honour'd by a duteous race,
Blest in his Flora, by his neighbours blest,
The worthiest of his generous tribe confest,--
Her consort long in peaceful plenty dwelt,
And oft to want his liberal bounty dealt.",,16105,•INTEREST. Grant seems to renovate the metaphor of female tyranny.,"A woman may stretch ""her blameless empire o'er the heart.""","",2011-07-14 20:10:12 UTC,""
6085,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Forgive, ye valiant dead! ye kindred shades!
That glide with heroes through Elysian glades,
The muse whose trembling hands entwine the wreath,
Whose mournful eyes retrace the paths of death:
So fast ye crowd upon her dazzled view,
Like sun-beams on a cypress wet with dew:
She sinks, o'ercome, unequal to relate
Your loyal zeal, or your disastrous fate.
Yet ere oblivion's leaden gates be clos'd
On humble worth, in life's low vale repos'd,
She'd touch the callous mind, unus'd to feel,
With savage virtue, and the lawless zeal
Of the bold Brothers in their darksome grove,
Whose steps licentious wont at ease to rove;
Who live like Nature's commoners at large,
Obey no master, and attend no charge,
But wander through the grassy glens at will,
Nor ask what owner rear'd the beeves they kill,
Then drag their prey home to their ample cave,
O'er whose dark entrance trembling aspins wave;
And in whose deep recess to soothe repose,
A weeping rill, with tinkling murmur flows:
Returning from the chase or prosp'rous spoil,
'Twas here they hid the fruits of all their toil;
Yet aw'd by jealous fear, no stranger guest
E'er view'd their secret haunt, or shar'd their feast.",,16108,"","""She'd touch the callous mind, unus'd to feel, / With savage virtue, and the lawless zeal""","",2009-09-14 19:45:46 UTC,""
6086,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Secure, his adamantine heart
In learning's musty cell
Repell'd poor Cupid's powerful dart,
And slighted every belle.
Had he like Aldo no repast
But what his bow supplied,
He'd dare well pleas'd the wintry blast
When shells were smoking wide.
But college sophs of modern times,
In Sloth's soft lap reclin'd,
Will praise the fair in well-turn'd rhymes,
Yet leave them to the wind.
He talks of gaining hearts of beaux,
To please the angry fair;
But whether they have hearts to lose,
He does not know nor care.
Ah! sly observer, deeply read
In Nature's ample page;
Too well you know that beaux well-bred
In this self-loving age,
In panoply of lead and brass
Their cautious heart s unfold,
Which beauty cannot pierce, alas!
Unless with darts of gold!",,16109,"","""Secure, his adamantine heart / In learning's musty cell / Repell'd poor Cupid's powerful dart, / And slighted every belle""","",2009-09-14 19:45:46 UTC,""
6086,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""brass"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Secure, his adamantine heart
In learning's musty cell
Repell'd poor Cupid's powerful dart,
And slighted every belle.
Had he like Aldo no repast
But what his bow supplied,
He'd dare well pleas'd the wintry blast
When shells were smoking wide.
But college sophs of modern times,
In Sloth's soft lap reclin'd,
Will praise the fair in well-turn'd rhymes,
Yet leave them to the wind.
He talks of gaining hearts of beaux,
To please the angry fair;
But whether they have hearts to lose,
He does not know nor care.
Ah! sly observer, deeply read
In Nature's ample page;
Too well you know that beaux well-bred
In this self-loving age,
In panoply of lead and brass
Their cautious heart s unfold,
Which beauty cannot pierce, alas!
Unless with darts of gold!",,16110,•I don't exactly understand. REVISIT.,"""In panoply of lead and brass / Their cautious hearts unfold, / Which beauty cannot pierce, alas! / Unless with darts of gold!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:45:46 UTC,""
6086,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"The soft harp's many-sounding strings,
Wak'd by the blushing maid,
Could melt the iron hearts of kings,
And beauty's influence aid.",,16111,"","""The soft harp's many-sounding strings, / Wak'd by the blushing maid, / Could melt the iron hearts of kings, / And beauty's influence aid""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:45:46 UTC,""
6088,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Dear Beatrice, with pleasure I read your kind letter;
On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:
How vivid the scenes it recall'd to my view,
And how lively it waken'd remembrance anew!
Yet our souls are so crusted with housewifely moss,
That Fancy's bright furnace yields nothing but dross:
Surrounded with balling, and squalling, and prattle,
With handmaids unhandy, and gossipping tattle,
Cut fingers to bandage, and stockings to darn,
And labyrinths endless of ill-manag'd yarn,
Through whose windings Daedalean bewilder'd we wander,
Like draggle-tail'd nymphs of the mazy Meander,
Till at length, like the Hero of Macedon, tir'd
Of the slow perseverance untwisting required,
We brandish our scissars, resolved on the spot,
Since we cannot unravel, to cut through the knot.",,16113,"","""Yet our souls are so crusted with housewifely moss, / That Fancy's bright furnace yields nothing but dross:""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:45:47 UTC,""
6089,"",HDIS (Poetry),2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"No gossip in my faithful heart
Shall ever occupy her room;
They live by flattery and by art,
But Truth and Nature dwelt with Moome.",,16114,"","""No gossip in my faithful heart / Shall ever occupy her room""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:45:47 UTC,""
6489,"","Searching ""Coinage"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2009-02-26 00:00:00 UTC,"VAL.
Still is it the false coinage of my fears?
Ah! hearing, sight, and every sense is now
False and deceitful grown. I'll sit me down,
And think no more, but let the black hour pass
In still and fixed stupor o'er my head.",,17261,"","""Still is it the false coinage of my fears?""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:49:36 UTC,"Act V, Scene ii"