work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6038,"","Searching ""cell"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Here Satan's myrmidons cornuted
Found subjects to their purpose suited;
And fell to work on their worst ends,
Videlicet, their heads (for fiends,
As well as scavengers, may boast
Of sorriest trash they make the most.)
There, as those cells they empty found
Where brains in wiser pates abound,
They fill'd them with mephitic gas
From hell, which downward strove to pass,
But, gaining exit through the throat,
By leave of porter, Epiglott,
Vented itself in fustian storm
Rhetorical. This, in due form
Reduc'd, concentrated, and penn'd,
They, by choice deputation, send
To Consul grand:--which, e'er you read,
Brief Invocation shall precede.",,16022,"","""There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:45:26 UTC,""
6126,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Behold that vale, whose sides are cloth'd with wood;
And here and there a pleasurable spot
Of intersected pasture, with its stack,
Cottage and lodge, few sheep, and grazing cow:
Mark how it mellows as it steals away,
And mingles fainter shadows, softer woods.
How gracefully it parts, and winds along,
To leave that rising ground, on whose fresh top
Above the green enclosures stands a Church,
Which smiles with glory in the ev'ning sun,
And seems to love the prospect it adorns.
Behold behind it, as the vale recedes
And falls into a flat the eye scarce sees,
A family of hills, some near, some far,
Withdrawing till their faint expiring tops
Are almost lost, and melted into air.
Is it not lovely? Is it not divine?
And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell
Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still.",,16171,•I've included twice: Cell and Image,"""And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell / Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:45:56 UTC,""
6176,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Not thus had Isabel her love
Murmur'd to the laughing grove.
Strait to her chamber, yester-eve,
Had she retreated from the cave,
And, wildering in a maze of thought,
Fear'd every hour with danger fraught.
Nor could she from that maze escape,
Pursu'd by many a hideous shape;
When Jesse, fast as words could speak,
Told eager, how a fair young Greek,
A Palmer, and a reverend Friar
Had thither come in strange attire;
Said, she had seldom seen resort
To old Cotehele, from far or near,
A guest of such a noble port
As he who did the turban wear!
But little had poor Isabel
Heeded what flippant tongue would tell.
",,16348,"","""Strait to her chamber, yester-eve, / Had she retreated from the cave, / And, wildering in a maze of thought, / Fear'd every hour with danger fraught""","",2009-09-14 19:46:36 UTC,""