work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3365,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"'From weeping relations, regardlessly torn,
Her unthinking youths to the battle are borne;
There, train'd amid slaughter and ruin to wade,
They toil in the heart-steeling, barbarous trade.
What crowds, hurried on by the terrible call,
Pale, ghastly, and blood-covered carcases fall!
Earth heaves with the heaps, still resigning their breath,
And friends, foes, and kindred, lie wallowing in death.",,8639,Part II. --English Poems.,"""There, train'd amid slaughter and ruin to wade, / They toil in the heart-steeling, barbarous trade.""",Metal,2014-02-27 21:52:08 UTC,""
5651,"","Searching ""iron"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But if (which Pow'rs above prevent)
That iron-hearted carl, Want,
Attended, in his grim advances,
By sad mistakes, and black mischances,
While hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly him,
Make you as poor a dog as I am,
Your 'humble servant' then no more;
For who would humbly serve the poor?
But, by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n!
While recollection's pow'r is giv'n,
If, in the vale of humble life,
The victim sad of Fortune's strife,
I, thro' the tender-gushing tear,
Should recognise my master dear;
If friendless, low, we meet together,
Then, sir, your hand--my Friend and Brother!",,15103,"","""But if (which Pow'rs above prevent) / That iron-hearted carl, Want, / Attended, in his grim advances, / By sad mistakes, and black mischances""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:42:46 UTC,""
5716,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"There northern Kametzchatka's dreary strand,
And frozen Isles, your daring toils demand:
Again your British hearts of steel, for see
The surly race in savage chivalry
Brandish the pond'rous club, and peal alarms,
So save their desart clime from British arms.
Their scaly cinctures cast, they raging fling
The pond'rous mass, and launch the whistling sling.",,15245,"","""There northern Kametzchatka's dreary strand, / And frozen Isles, your daring toils demand: / Again your British hearts of steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,""
5838,Magnetism,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"This Magnet, spite of nature's laws,
Still as more distant stronger draws,
And what's more strange, (too well I feel!)
Attracts all hearts but hearts of steel.",,15567,•INTEREST. Renovates metaphors of magnetism for age of sensibility. USE in entry.,"""This Magnet, spite of nature's laws, / Still as more distant stronger draws, / And what's more strange, (too well I feel!) / Attracts all hearts but hearts of steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,""
5839,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"""What numerous ills in life befall!
""Yet Wisdom learns to scorn them all,
""And arms the breast with steel:
""E'en Death's pale face no horror wears;
""But ah! what horrid pangs and fears
""Unknowing wretches feel!",,15568,"","""'What numerous ills in life befall! / 'Yet Wisdom learns to scorn them all, / 'And arms the breast with steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,""
5886,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"A pause ensu'd. The fainting sun grew pale,
And seem'd to struggle through a shy of blood;
While dim eclipse impair'd his beam: The earth
Shook to her deepest centre: Ocean rag'd,
And dash'd his billows on the frighted shore.
All was confusion. Heartless, helpless, wild,
As flocks of timid sheep, or driven deer,
Wand'ring, th'inhabitants of earth appear'd
Terror in every look, and pale affright
Sat in each eye; amazed at the past,
And for the future trembling. All call'd great,
Or deem'd illustrions, by erring man,
Was now no more. The hero and the prince
Their grandeur lost, now mingled with the crowd;
And all distinctions, those except from faith
And virtue flowing: These upheld the soul,
As ribb'd with triple steel. All else were lost!",,15632,"","""These upheld the soul, / As ribb'd with triple steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:10 UTC,""
5881,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"O'er the smooth bosom of the faithless tides,
Propell'd by gentle gales, the vessel glides.
Rodmond exulting felt th' auspicious wind,
And by a mystic charm its aim confin'd.
The thoughts of home, that o'er his fancy roll,
With trembling joy dilate Palemon's soul:
Hope lifts his heart, before whose vivid ray
Distress recedes, and danger melts away.
Already Britain's parent-cliffs arise,
And in idea greet his longing eyes!
Each amorous sailor too, with heart elate,
Dwells on the beauties of his gentle mate.
E'en they th' impressive dart of love can feel,
Whose stubborn souls are sheath'd in triple steel.
Nor less o'erjoy'd, perhaps with equal truth,
Each faithful maid expects th' approaching youth;
In distant bosoms equal ardours glow,
And mutual passions mutual joy bestow.
Tall Ida's summit now more distant grew,
And Jove's high hill was rising on the view,
When from the left approaching, they descry
A liquid column towering shoot on high.
The foaming base an angry whirlwind sweeps,
Where curling billows rouse the fearful deeps.
Still round and round the fluid vortex flies,
Scattering dun night and horror thro' the skies.
The swift volution and th' enormous train
Let sages vers'd in nature's lore explain!
The horrid apparition still draws nigh,
And white with foam the whirling surges fly!
The guns were prim'd; the vessel northward veers,
Till her black battery on the column bears.
The nitre fir'd; and while the dreadful sound,
Convulsive, shook the slumbering air around;
The wat'ry volume, trembling to the sky,
Burst down a dreadful deluge from on high!
Th' affrighted surge, recoiling as it fell,
Rolling in hills disclos'd th' abyss of hell.
But soon, this transient undulation o'er,
The sea subsides; the whirlwinds rage no more.
While southward now th' increasing breezes veer,
Dark clouds incumbent on their wings appear.
In front they view the consecrated grove
Of cypress, sacred once to Cretan Jove.
The thirsty canvas, all around supply'd,
Still drinks unquench'd the full aërial tide.
And now, approaching near the lofty stern,
A shoal of sportive dolphins they discern.
From burnish'd scales they beam refulgent rays,
'Till all the glowing ocean seems to blaze.
Soon to the sport of death the crew repair,
Dart the long lance, or spread the baited snare.
One in redoubling mazes wheels along,
And glides, unhappy! near the triple prong.
Rodmond unerring o'er his head suspends
The barbed steel, and every turn attends;
Unerring aim'd, the missile weapon slew,
And, plunging, struck the fated victim thro'.
Th' upturning points his ponderous bulk sustain;
On deck he struggles with convulsive pain.
But while his heart the fatal javelin thrills,
And flitting life escapes in sanguine rills,
What radiant changes strike th' astonish'd sight!
What glowing hues of mingled shade and light!
Not equal beauties gild the lucid west,
With parting beams all o'er profusely drest.
Not lovelier colours paint the vernal dawn,
When orient dews impearl th' enamell'd lawn,
Than from his sides in bright suffusion flow,
That now with gold empyreal seem to glow;
Now in pellucid sapphires meet the view,
And emulate the soft celestial hue;
Now beam a flaming crimson on the eye;
And now assume the purple's deeper dye.
But here description clouds each shining ray;
What terms of art can Nature's powers display?",,15633,"","""E'en they th' impressive dart of love can feel, / Whose stubborn souls are sheath'd in triple steel.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:10 UTC,""
6033,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"A sudden stupor every sense pervades,
Upon her cheek the roseate tincture fades;
In dumb surprise her soul astonished swims;
The downy bed supports her falling limbs:
A sudden qualm of sorrow and surprise
Bound up the tongue, and blocked the gates of voice:
The wakening soul resumes the seat again,
She ceaseless rolls in agonizing pain;
Tossed round her limbs, and furious with despair,
She beat her breast, and tore her golden hair.
Surprise is o'er; the tears begin to flow;
And words expressive of the mighty woe:
Egidia lives! and what she prized is fled!
Come, death! and waft the hapless to the dead.
Come lop this virgin flower, my sable spouse,
And quench the flood-gates of these rushing woes.
Sooth, sooth, O gentle! all my troubled breast;
Within thy arms at last my soul shall rest!
Birth, grandeur, state, farewell, ye empty toys,
Ye curse of life, obstructions of my joys!
O should a shepherdess upon the plain
Bear me, a daughter, to some humble swain;
Not nursed to grandeur, unconfined to state,
The stately youth might love his rural mate!
Clasped in Love's arms, in some low hut reclined,
I'd pour upon his breast my love-sick mind;
With thee, my swain, would bear the wintry cold,
With thee would guard the cattle to the fold;
Through Poverty's cold stream-with thee would gain,
And lean-cheek'd Want might puff his blast in vain;
With thee, with thee would tempt the rugged heath;
With thee would live, with thee would sink in death.
O bear me, bear me, Fortune, to some grove,
Where your transfixer, harts! and mine may rove.
Touched with my care, my tyrant may prove kind,
Nor let that form conceal an iron mind.",,16015,"","""Touched with my care, my tyrant may prove kind, / Nor let that form conceal an iron mind.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:45:25 UTC,""
7934,"","Searching ""steel"" in Past Masters edition of TMS",2014-06-17 18:55:38 UTC,"But while those ancient philosophers endeavoured in this manner to suggest every consideration which could, as Milton says, arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience, as with triple steel; they, at the same time, laboured above all to convince their followers that there neither was nor could be any evil in death; and that, if their situation became at any time too hard for their constancy to support, the remedy was at hand, the door was open, and they might, without fear, walk out when they pleased. If there was no world beyond the present, death, they said, could be no evil; and if there was another world, the Gods must likewise be in that other, and a just man could fear no evil while under their protection. Those philosophers, in short, prepared a death-song, if I may say so, which the Grecian patriots and heroes might make use of upon the proper occasions; and, of all the different sects, the Stoics, I think it must be acknowledged, had prepared by far the most animated and spirited song.
(II, 241-2; cf. p. 283 in Liberty Fund ed.)",,23960,"•Cross-reference: footnote gives, ""Paradise Lost II.568-9""
•INTEREST. Use in entry.
Originally assigned to 1759 ed. but doesn't appear until 6th ed. Deleting entry: http://metaphors.lib.virginia.edu/admin/metaphors/13630
Record created on 2005-06-14 00:00:00 UTC
Record last updated on 2009-09-14 19:38:52 UTC
","""But while those ancient philosophers endeavoured in this manner to suggest every consideration which could, as Milton says, arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience, as with triple steel; they, at the same time, laboured above all to convince their followers that there neither was nor could be any evil in death; and that, if their situation became at any time too hard for their constancy to support, the remedy was at hand, the door was open, and they might, without fear, walk out when they pleased.""",Metal,2014-10-12 22:00:08 UTC,""
5767,"",Reading,2016-03-15 14:59:37 UTC,"I will venture to say, that in no writings whatever can be found more bark and steel for the mind, if I may use the expression; more that can brace and invigorate every manly and noble sentiment. No. 32 on patience, even under extreme misery, is wonderfully lofty, and as much above the rant of stoicism, as the Sun of Revelation is brighter than the twilight of Pagan philosophy. I never read the following sentence without feeling my frame thrill: ""I think there is some reason for questioning whether the body and mind are not so proportioned, that the one can bear all which can be inflicted on the other; whether virtue cannot stand its ground as long as life, and whether a soul well principled will not be sooner separated than subdued.""
(I, p. 117; p. 120 in Penguin)",,24881,"","""I will venture to say, that in no writings whatever can be found more bark and steel for the mind, if I may use the expression; more that can brace and invigorate every manly and noble sentiment.""",Metal,2016-03-15 14:59:37 UTC,AETAT. 1750