id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
11027,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Empire,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2011-01-06,4238,"","",2012-01-06 16:14:19 UTC,"""Her Empire o'er my Soul each Moment grew; / Her Charms appear'd more numerous and new: / Fonder each Hour my tender Heart became, / And ev'ry Look fann'd and increas'd my Flame.""","Oh! my dear Lysidas! my faithful Friend,
Would I could here, with all my Pleasures end!
'Twas Heav'n, 'twas Extasy, each Minute brought
New Raptures to my Senses, Soul, and Thought.
Young am'rous Hero's at her Feet did fall,
Despair'd, and dy'd, whilst I was Lord of all.
Her Empire o'er my Soul each Moment grew;
Her Charms appear'd more numerous and new:
Fonder each Hour my tender Heart became,
And ev'ry Look fann'd and increas'd my Flame.
Some God inform thee of my bless'd Estate;
But all their Pow'rs divert thee from my Fate!
For on a Day, oh! may no chearful Ray
Of the Sun's Light, bless that unlucky Day;
May the black Hours from the Account be torn;
May no fair Thing upon that Day be born;
May Fate and Hell appoint it for their own;
May no good Deed be in its Circle done;
May Rapes, Conspiracies, and Murthers, stay
'Till it comes on, be that the horrid Day.
When just before we were to solemnize
Our Vows, Death does the lovely Maid surprize.
Her fleeting Soul so quickly disappears,
As Leaves blown off with Winds, or falling Stars.
And Life its Flight assum'd with such a Pace,
It took no Farewel of her charming Face:
Her flying Soul no Beauty did surprize;
It scarce took Time to languish in her Eyes:
But on my panting Bosom bow'd her Head,
And sighing, these surprizing Words she said."
11042,•I've included twice: Treasure and Room,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),Rooms,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,,4238,"","",2013-06-11 18:09:26 UTC,"""I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me.""","Joy of my Soul, my faithful tender Youth,
Lord of my Vows, and Miracle of Truth,
The angry Gods resolving we must part,
I render back the Treasure of thy Heart:
When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room,
And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb;
Remember, oh! remember, the fair She
Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me.
Then with a Sigh, she sunk into my Breast,
While her fair Eyes her last Farewel exprest."