work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3899,Wandering,HDIS,2004-07-16 00:00:00 UTC,"When Reason with her Robes ascends the Throne,
And wisely all my scatter'd Thoughts calls home,
The Messenger is so divine,
Unto her Laws I must resign,
For should I let these Thoughts but rove
They'd fix upon Tyrannick Love;
They'd transcend all the Bounds of Air,
And like a blazing Comet wou'd inflame my Sphere.
",,10084,"","Thoughts may ""transcend all the Bounds of Air, / And like a blazing Comet ... inflame my Sphere.""","",2013-07-24 15:46:01 UTC,""
4470,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Heav'n, to grace his Throne inclin'd,
Created, with exactest Care,
Caroline, surpassing fair,
And stamp'd Perfection on her Mind,
",,11763,"",Heaven stamped perfection on Caroline's mind,"",2009-09-14 19:36:14 UTC,Recitative
4538,"",Searching poems at the Swift Society; found again in ECCO.,2005-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"XIII.
A baited Banker thus desponds,
From his own Hand foresees his Fall,
They have his Soul, who have his Bonds;
'Tis like the Writing on the Wall.
XIV.
How will the Caitif Wretch be scar'd,
When first he finds himself awake
At the last Trumpet, unprepar'd,
And all his Grand Account to make?
XV.
For in that universal Call,
Few Bankers will to Heav'n be Mounters;
They'll cry, Ye Shops, upon us fall,
Conceal and cover us, Ye counters.
XVI.
When Other hands the Scales shall hold,
And they, in Men and Angels Sight
Produc'd with all their Bills and Gold,
Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found light.""
(p. 113-4)",2007-04-26,11937,"REVISED AER. And then text redone by BMP.
see also Poems vol. I, p. 241, l. 71.","A banker's soul may be ""Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found Light.""",Coinage,2014-04-16 17:49:04 UTC,""
7558,"","Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2013-07-24 15:07:58 UTC,"I.
Why should I grovel here below?
Mistake that hopeful Bliss to come?
At shadows grasp, as Heathens do,
And never think of future Doom?
II.
No, I will break this House of Clay,
Which clogs my fleeter Thoughts and Mind,
My Guardian Angel bids away,
Where I Eternal Bliss may find.
(pp. 14-15, ll. 1-8)",,21990,"","""No, I will break this House of Clay, / Which clogs my fleeter Thoughts and Mind.""",Rooms,2013-07-24 15:07:58 UTC,""
7562,"","Searching ""mind"" in C-H Lion",2013-07-24 15:33:33 UTC,"I.
Poor fading Pleasures to pursue,
I know 'tis base, as well as you;
But whilst this Lump of Flesh I wear,
From doing so I can't forbear;
The old deceiving Serpent still
Corrupts and vitiates my Will.
II.
From her blest Heart there flows a Line,
Which Nature made, and grapples mine.
Secret as that which tyes the Mind,
When to the Body 'tis confin'd:
If I love on, blame me no more,
Can I with Nature run in score?
(p. 128, ll. 1-12)
",,21995,INTEREST: one metaphor of mind used to structure a second.,"""From her blest Heart there flows a Line, / Which Nature made, and grapples mine. / Secret as that which tyes the Mind, / When to the Body 'tis confin'd""",Fetters,2013-07-24 15:33:52 UTC,""