updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2013-09-27 20:37:43 UTC,16544,"Of gentle manners, and of taste refined,
With all the graces of a polished mind;
Clear sense and truth still shone in all she spoke,
And from her lips no idle sentence broke.
Each nicer elegance of art she knew;
Correctly fair, and regularly true.
Her ready fingers plied with equal skill
The pencil's task, the needle, or the quill;
So poised her feelings, so composed her soul,
So subject all to reason's calm controul,--
One only passion, strong and unconfined,
Disturbed the balance of her even mind:
One passion ruled despotic in her breast,
In every word, and look, and thought confest:--
But that was love; and love delights to bless
The generous transports of a fond excess.
(ll. ??)",Ruling Passion,"""One passion ruled despotic in her breast, / In every word, and look, and thought confest.""",6245,,HDIS (Poetry),2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,•REVISIT and find citation ,"",""
2009-09-14 19:47:14 UTC,16545," Deep in Sabea's fragrant groves retired,
Long had the Eastern Sages studious dwelt,
By love sublime of sacred science fired:
Long had they trained the' inquiring youth,
With liberal hand the bread of wisdom dealt,
And sung in solemn verse mysterious truth.
The sacred characters they knew to trace
Derived from Egypt's elder race;
And all that Greece, with copious learning fraught,
Thro' different schools by various masters taught;
And all Arabia's glowing store
Of fabled truths and rich poetic lore:
Stars, plants and gems, and talismans they knew,
And far was spread their fame and wide their praises grew.
The' admiring East their praises spread:
But with uncheated eyes themselves they viewed;
Mourning they sat with dust upon their head,
And oft in melancholy strain
The fond complaint renewed,
How little yet they knew, how much was learned in vain.
For human guilt and mortal woe
Their sympathizing sorrows flow;
Their hallowed prayers ascend in incense pure;
They mourned the narrow bounds assigned
To the keen glances of the searching mind,
They mourned the ills they could not cure,
They mourned the doubts they could not clear,
They mourned that prophet yet, nor seer,
The great Eternal had made known,
Or reached the lowest step of that immortal throne.
(ll. )","","The ""searching mind"" may make ""keen glances""",6246,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,•REVISIT and confirm citation,"",""
2009-09-14 19:47:14 UTC,16546,"What powers lie folded in thy curious frame,--
Senses from objects locked, and mind from thought!
How little canst thou guess thy lofty claim
To grasp at all the worlds the Almighty wrought!
(ll. 5-8, p. 147)","","""What powers lie folded in thy curious frame,-- / Senses from objects locked, and mind from thought! """,6247,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,•Published in The Works of Anna Letitia Barbauld. With a Memoir by Lucy Aikin. ,"",""
2009-09-14 19:47:14 UTC,16547,"Bustle and hurry, noise and thrall they hate,
And plodding Method with her leaden rule;
And all that swells the' unwieldy pomp of state,
And all that binds to earth the golden fool;
And creeping Labour with his patient tool:
Free like the birds they wander unconfined,
Nor dip their wings in Lucre's muddy pool;
Business they hate, in crowded nook enshrined,
That spins her dirty web, and clouds the' ethereal mind.
(ll. )","","The ""ethereal mind"" may be clouded",6248,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,•REVISIT and find citation,"",""
2009-09-14 19:47:15 UTC,16548,"But oh! what opiate can assuage
The throbbing breast's tumultuous rage,
Which mingling passions tear!
What art the wounds of grief can bind,
Or soothe the sick impatient mind
Beneath corroding care!
(ll. )","",The mind may be sick and impatient,6249,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,•REVISIT and find citation
•What to do with the passions that mingle and tear the throbbing breast? This is metaphorical but not easily categorized. INTEREST. REVISIT.,"",""
2009-09-14 19:47:15 UTC,16549,"Champion of Truth, alike through Nature's field,
And where in sacred leaves she shines reveal'd,--
Alike in both, eccentric, piercing, bold,
Like his own lightnings, which no chains can hold;
Neglecting caution, and disdaining art,
He seeks no armour for a naked heart:--
Pursue the track thy ardent genius shows,
That like the sun illumines where it goes;
Travel the various map of Science o'er,
Record past wonders, and discover more;
Pour thy free spirit o'er the breathing page,
And wake the virtue of a careless age.
But O forgive, if touched with fond regret
Fancy recalls the scenes she can't forget,
Recalls the vacant smile, the social hours
Which charmed us once, for once those scenes were ours!
And while thy praises through wide realms extend,
We sit in shades, and mourn the absent friend.
So where the' impetuous river sweeps the plain,
Itself a sea, and rushes to the main;
While its firm banks repel conflicting tides,
And stately on its breast the vessel glides;
Admiring much the shepherd stands to gaze,
Awe-struck, and mingling wonder with his praise:
Yet more he loves its winding path to trace
Through beds of flowers, and Nature's rural face,
While yet a stream the silent vale it cheered,
By many a recollected scene endeared,
Where trembling first beneath the poplar shade
He tuned his pipe, to suit the wild cascade.
(ll. )","",The heart may be naked and unarmoured,6245,,HDIS,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,•REVISIT and find citation,"",""
2009-09-14 19:47:15 UTC,16550,"But O the chief!--If in thy feeling breast
The tender charities of life reside,
If there domestic love have built her nest,
And thy fond heart a parent's cares divide;
Go seek the turf where worth, where wisdom lies,
Wisdom and worth, ah, never to return!
There, kneeling, weep my tears, and breathe my sighs,
A daughter's sorrows o'er her father's urn!
(ll. 65-72, p. 121)","","Tender charities may reside in the ""feeling breast"" ",6250,,HDIS,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,•,"",Inhabitants
2009-09-14 19:47:15 UTC,16551,"But O the chief!--If in thy feeling breast
The tender charities of life reside,
If there domestic love have built her nest,
And thy fond heart a parent's cares divide;
Go seek the turf where worth, where wisdom lies,
Wisdom and worth, ah, never to return!
There, kneeling, weep my tears, and breathe my sighs,
A daughter's sorrows o'er her father's urn!
(ll. 65-72, p. 121)","","Domestic love may build her nest in the ""feeling breast""",6250,,HDIS,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,•Is this also a 'Population' metaphor? REVISIT.,"",""
2014-03-08 18:06:13 UTC,16552,"But O, the swiftly shortening day!
Low in the west the sinking ray!
With rapid pace advancing still
""The morning hoar, the evening chill,""
The falling leaf, the fading year,
And Winter ambushed in the rear!
Thus, when the fervid Passions cool,
And Judgement, late, begins to rule;
When Reason mounts her throne serene,
And social Friendship gilds the scene;
When man, of ripened powers possest,
Broods o'er the treasures of his breast;
Exults, in conscious worth elate,
Lord of himself--almost of fate;
Then, then declines the' unsteady flame,
Disease, slow mining, saps the frame;
Cold damps of age around are shed,
That chill the heart, and cloud the head.
The failing spirits prompt no more,
The curtain drops, life's day is o'er.","","""Thus, when the fervid Passions cool, / And Judgement, late, begins to rule; / When Reason mounts her throne serene, / And social Friendship gilds the scene; / When man, of ripened powers possest, / Broods o'er the treasures of his breast; / Exults, in conscious worth elate, / Lord of himself--almost of fate; / Then, then declines the' unsteady flame, / Disease, slow mining, saps the frame; / Cold damps of age around are shed, / That chill the heart, and cloud the head.""",6251,,HDIS (Poetry),2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"","",Coinage and Empire
2010-03-11 16:49:28 UTC,16555,"Child of distress, who meet'st the bitter scorn
Of fellow-men to happier prospects born,
Doomed Art and Nature's various stores to see
Flow in full cups of joy--and not for thee;
Who seest the rich, to heaven and fate resigned,
Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind;
Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul,
Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul,
Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years,
Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears;
Bear, bear thy wrongs--fulfill thy destined hour,
Bend thy meek neck beneath the foot of Power;
But when thou feel'st the great deliverer nigh,
And thy freed spirit mounting seeks the sky,
Let no vain fears thy parting hour molest,
No whispered terrors shake thy quiet breast:
Think not their threats can work thy future woe,
Nor deem the Lord above like lords below;--
Safe in the bosom of that love repose
By whom the sun gives light, the ocean flows;
Prepare to meet a Father undismayed,
Nor fear the God whom priests and kings have made.
(ll. 1-22, pp. 139-40)","","""Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind; / Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul, / Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul, / Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years, / Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears.""",6252,2010-03-11,"Found again searching ""soul"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,•I've always wondered about this expression. (I'm dimly remembering examples from The Conquest of Mexico and perhaps some other things we read for Fliegelman my first year.) See also Sentimental Journey.,"",Metal