text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel
Gives Edge, and Lustre: so my Mind, I feel
VVhetted, and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel",2009-09-14 19:33:40 UTC,"""And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel / Gives Edge, and Lustre: so my Mind, I feel / VVhetted, and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel""",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,Ethica,"",,Metal,•C-H takes from Poems and Translations(1961).,"Searching ""mind"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8626,3353
"PHAEDRA
I must confess 'tis true thou tell'st me, Nurse,
But forc'd by Passion, I pursue the worse.
Headlong to Ruine runs my knowing Mind,
Which oft turns back, but vainly, Help to find.
So when against the Tide the Sailor toils
To force his loaded Bark, the Current foils
His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove.
My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love,
Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.
This winged God does Heav'n and Earth infest.
With all-o'er-mast'ring Flames Jove's self he scorches,
Mars more than Fire-Pikes dreads his little Torches.
The God who three-fork'd Thunder frames, who toils,
Unswelter'd in Ætnæan Forges, broils
In his small Fires. Phoebus who bears the Fame
For Archery, this Boy with surer Aim
Tranfixes: through the Earth and ample Skies
A winged Plague to Men and Gods, he flies.
",2009-09-14 19:34:54 UTC,"""So when against the Tide the Sailor toils / to force his loaded Bark, the Current foils / His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove""",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included this entry twice: once in Liquid and once in Uncategorized
,Searching HDIS (Drama),10340,3981
"PHAEDRA
I must confess 'tis true thou tell'st me, Nurse,
But forc'd by Passion, I pursue the worse.
Headlong to Ruine runs my knowing Mind,
Which oft turns back, but vainly, Help to find.
So when against the Tide the Sailor toils
To force his loaded Bark, the Current foils
His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove.
My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love,
Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.
This winged God does Heav'n and Earth infest.
With all-o'er-mast'ring Flames Jove's self he scorches,
Mars more than Fire-Pikes dreads his little Torches.
The God who three-fork'd Thunder frames, who toils,
Unswelter'd in Ætnæan Forges, broils
In his small Fires. Phoebus who bears the Fame
For Archery, this Boy with surer Aim
Tranfixes: through the Earth and ample Skies
A winged Plague to Men and Gods, he flies.
",2009-09-14 19:34:54 UTC,"Reason may be ""conquer'd by more powerful Love""",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10342,3981
"PHAEDRA
I must confess 'tis true thou tell'st me, Nurse,
But forc'd by Passion, I pursue the worse.
Headlong to Ruine runs my knowing Mind,
Which oft turns back, but vainly, Help to find.
So when against the Tide the Sailor toils
To force his loaded Bark, the Current foils
His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove.
My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love,
Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.
This winged God does Heav'n and Earth infest.
With all-o'er-mast'ring Flames Jove's self he scorches,
Mars more than Fire-Pikes dreads his little Torches.
The God who three-fork'd Thunder frames, who toils,
Unswelter'd in Ætnæan Forges, broils
In his small Fires. Phoebus who bears the Fame
For Archery, this Boy with surer Aim
Tranfixes: through the Earth and ample Skies
A winged Plague to Men and Gods, he flies.
",2012-01-12 21:23:04 UTC,"""My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love, / Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.""",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-01-12,"","•The ""captiv'd Breast"" is an extra touch. Nice.","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10343,3981
"'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight
Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight
Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight.
",2012-01-12 02:55:23 UTC,"""'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight / Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight / Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight.""",2012-01-06 21:44:34 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)' found again, ""chain""",19397,3353
"Why break'st thou not (my Soul) this Chain
Of Flesh? why lett'st thou that restrain
Thy nimble Flight into his Arms,
Whose only Look with gladness charms?
But (alas!) in vain I speak to thee
Poor Soul! already fled from Me;
To seek out him in whose lov'd Brest,
Thy Life, as mine in thee, doth rest.
(p. 165)",2012-01-12 03:26:07 UTC,"""Why break'st thou not (my Soul) this Chain / Of Flesh? why lett'st thou that restrain / Thy nimble Flight into his Arms, / Whose only Look with gladness charms?""",2012-01-12 03:04:33 UTC,"","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19446,7165
"The Sickness not at first past cure,
By this Relapse despiseth Art:
Now, treacherous Boy, thou hast me sure,
Playing the Wanton with my Heart,
As foolish Children that a Bird have got,
Slacken the Thread, but not unty the knot.",2012-04-29 19:03:50 UTC,"""Now, treacherous Boy, thou hast me sure, / Playing the Wanton with my Heart, / As foolish Children that a Bird have got, / Slacken the Thread, but not unty the knot.""",2012-04-29 19:03:50 UTC,"","",,Beasts,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19738,7240