text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"When human feelings the warm breast inspire,
When pity softens, and when passions fire;
Then glows the Mint of Nature, apt, refined,
And Virtue strikes her image on the mind.
",2009-09-14 19:43:39 UTC,"When human feelings may inspire the breast so that the ""Mint of Nature"" glows, ""Virtue strikes her image on the mind""",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Coinage,•INTEREST.,"Searching ""passion"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15438,5789
"But Donnegilda, cruel, crafty dame,
Great Alla's mother, over-fond of fame,
She, (as all antique parents, wondrous sage,
For youth project the inappetence of age,
Each sense endearing and humane despise,
And on the Mammon feast their down-cast eyes)
Malevolent beheld a Stranger led,
Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed:
For in the secret closet of her breast,
Constantia her imperial birth supprest,
Till Heaven should perfect the connubial band,
And with her Royal Offspring bless the land.
""Ah! ill-timed caution! were this truth declared,
""What a vast cost of future woe was spared!
""But where Heaven's will the unequal cause supplies,
""To set the world on fire a spark may well suffice.""",2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,"""Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed: / For in the secret closet of her breast, / Constantia her imperial birth supprest""",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"",Inwardness,,Rooms,•Cross-reference: found again in Ogle's Canterbury Tales (1741),"Searching ""breast"" and ""closet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15456,5781
"Rich views the northern scope of vision fill,
Harrow's fam'd height, and Stanmore's favour'd hill;
That fam'd for Learning, and for classic Lore,
This deck'd by Fortune, but by Merit more.
Friends, stretching far their Virtues, kind regard,
Beyond the interests of an injured Bard.
Not to a narrow circle so confin'd,
That Self excludes the rest of human-kind;
But hearts enlarg'd, which gladly would embrace,
And heal the wants and woes of all the Race.
Enjoying bliss while blessings they bestow,
The happiest use of pow'r and wealth below!
Friends that might furnish many a nobler lay,
Like gems about its crown their beams display,
Did some sublimer Muse appreciate Worth,
Above ungracious, groveling, worms of Earth--
Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside,
The grateful feelings of my Heart divide,
And, filling up my Soul's respective cells,
Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!
The Muse might here recite each honour'd Name,
And fill her tiny tube with feeble fame--
A few of all their kindnesses record,
And virtues rarely met in modern Lord;
Virtues which might adorn a princely page,
And shame the monsters of this iron Age--
But, gentle Lock! their modest Minds, like thine,
In panegyric page ne'er wish to shine,
While prompting still, their self-denying Sense
Deems fame oppressive, and all praise offence.",2009-09-14 19:45:14 UTC,"""Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside, / The grateful feelings of my Heart divide, / And, filling up my Soul's respective cells, / Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Rooms,•I've included twice: Cells and Mansion
,"Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""heart"" and ""cell""; and again ""soul""",15953,6001
"Ideas, dealt about, like current coin,
By motion, smooth'd, assimilate--and shine;
Thro' circulation still increasing store,
New generations rising, more and more--
But cloister'd, close, in such sequester'd shades,
Each strong impression, clear inscription, fades;
While all their features, fine; complexions, pure,
Neglected rust--nor long their dates endure--
Or all their broods, prohibited, to hide,
Become abortive, or, if born, destroy'd;
Like undrawn swords, in scabbards, cankering, lie,
While useless edge, and point, and polish, fly;
Unfit for Justice--Right, nor Truth, defend--
Intimidate no Foe--protect no Friend--
Or, like the silent Snows, by Winter spread,
In silvery treasures, o'er the mountain's head;
Whose stores, while undisturb'd, each hour decay,
And hue, form, substance, quickly waste away;
But stirr'd, by winds, like words, with action strong,
Each sphere enlarges as it rolls along--
Escapes the common crowd's oblivious fate,
Expands its fame, and amplifies its date--
Or, mix'd, and press'd, in masses, may produce,
Some future solace, or substantial use;
But fix'd, and frozen, in its pristine place,
Yields small advantage to Man's reasoning Race:
When thrown in sport, or spite, by human arm,
Dire mischief Causes, or creates alarm;
Or, with a blow, like a pestilential breath,
Endangers harmless individual's death--
But launch'd from Alpine heights by Heav'n's command,
Like words of Kings, which vex a vicious Land;
Tho', at the first, in force, and bulk, but small,
With widening horrors rolls the rapid ball;
Till, grown a mountain, with augmented pow'rs,
Flocks--families--huts--hamlets--towns, devours!
Thoughts, like Churl's corn, in chamber'd stores entomb'd,
Devour'd by vermin, or, decay, consum'd;
Whose fruits might food, or opulence, afford;
Enrich the Rich, or bless the poor Man's board--
For soon the pregnant vegetative grain
When scatter'd, aptly, o'er the cultur'd plain,
In vernal Spring expands its verdant smiles
To pay, in part, with hopes, the Seedsman's toils;
With golden wealth, in time, to flood the ground,
And spread strength, health, and happiness, around!",2012-05-01 20:44:36 UTC,"""Thoughts, like Churl's corn, in chamber'd stores entomb'd, / Devour'd by vermin, or, decay, consum'd; / Whose fruits might food, or opulence, afford; / Enrich the Rich, or bless the poor Man's board.""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2009-07-31,Rooms,"•RICH PASSAGE. REVISIT. What is ""churl's corn""?",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16280,6163
"He was a Bard with better prospects born;
Too great to envy, and too good to scorn!
Benevolence unbounded! matchless Taste!
With Wealth to banish Want, but none to waste.
His heart not free from Poet's common curse,
Ambition, boundless! perch'd on feeble purse!
Sublime conceptions, lodg'd in procreant pate,
Which, magic schemes, could, ev'ry hour, create--
Could, with one thought, most beauteous castles build,
With tasteful furniture, all, instant, fill'd,
But could not monies coin, or form firm land
To make fond Fancy's mimic turrets stand!
Penurious Genius should, from Prudence, learn
Fair lessons, Fancy's plans, and hopes, to spurn;
In covert, close, frail Insufficience shroud,
Nor show the World wild fabrics on a cloud.",2009-09-14 19:46:23 UTC,"""Could, with one thought, most beauteous castles build, / With tasteful furniture, all, instant, fill'd, / But could not monies coin, or form firm land / To make fond Fancy's mimic turrets stand!""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2009-07-31,"","","Searching ""coin"" and ""fancy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16281,6163
"In wisdom Providence preserves the whole--
Thro' Matter's medium goads the sentient Soul--
On every Sense impresses hopes and fears,
Thence, firm, o'er Mind, fix'd resolutions rears--
Imprints emotions both from pain and bliss,
By irritating stroke, and kindling kiss--
Still furthering useful ends thro' wants, and woes,
Sickly conceptions, and obstetric throes.
Inflicts fresh pains to spur the weapon'd Will--
Guards greater good by levying lesser ill--
Like a kind Parent, with true tenderness,
For crimes, committed, oft afflicts, to bless!
Not suffering Souls in fleshly cells to lie,
Like the stall'd ox, or glutton of the stye;
But shows that labour with reflection join'd,
Yields Body health, with happiness of Mind!",2009-09-14 19:46:27 UTC,"""Not suffering Souls in fleshly cells to lie, / Like the stall'd ox, or glutton of the stye;""",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"",Dualism,,Rooms,"•I've included thrice: Cell, Ox, and Pig","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16303,6163
"Although his strength attain'd so high an Age,
And long experience made him much a Sage--
Mature in Understanding--sound in Sense--
To prophecy facts prov'd he'd no pretence.
He so far analiz'd his Consort's heart
As clearly, to infer Pride fill'd a part;
That Vanity another part possest,
And Ostentation occupied the rest;
But ne'er investigated how their force
Would check all Charity's, and Virtue's course--
Would all those tender sympathies destroy
Which feel strong transports from another's joy--
Would, in the end, confound all right and wrong,
All that to Friendship, Faith--and Love belong.
Saw not how thirst for Pomp, and lust for Fame,
Would institute their bold unbounded claim!
Each principle of blest impulsion bind,
Which moves the breast to benefit Mankind!
Discover'd not that character of Soul
That wish'd for idol-worship from the Whole!
Trac'd not the mazes of her mystic brain
To mark what monsters such deep cells contain
Contriving constant schemes to furnish food,
For breeding Vultures' ever hungry brood!
Knew not, with all his scientific skill
Such Appetites his Wealth would never fill;
That when such Whirlpools yawn for full supply
Ten thousand little rills are soon drunk dry.
When such enormous Whales feel hunger's call,
Prodigious shoals of lesser fry must fall;
Or when cold Death had closed his aged eyes,
Poor Crispin's hopes would fall a sacrifice!",2009-09-14 19:46:27 UTC,"On might not trace ""the mazes of her mystic brain / To mark what monsters such deep cells contain / Contriving constant schemes to furnish food, / For breeding Vultures' ever hungry brood!""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•I've included thrice: Mazes, Cells, Monsters",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16307,6163
"Compare Thy works with Heav'n's unerring Word,
And note if nought be sinful, frail, absurd--
Whether its precepts, pure, in every part,
Have mov'd Thy Mind--have influenc'd Thy Heart.
From Reason's dawning, to the recent day,
Did ne'er conception, word, or action, stray?
But every pow'r, and faculty, of Soul,
In every waking moment keep the Whole?
Hast Thou, thro' all that long-protracted length,
Lov'd God with all Thy Heart--Mind--Soul--and Strength?
Hast Thou so manag'd Pow'r, dispos'd of Pelf,
As proves Thou lov'st Thy Neighbour as Thyself?
Ah! Thy proud Buildings publicly declare
What Thy Religion, Love, and Motives, are.
Thy Lawns, Thy Gardens, and Thy Groves, confess,
Thy splendid Furniture--Thy pompous Dress--
Thy crowded Table, and Thy Costly Treat--
Thy brilliant Side-board--and Thy lordly Suite--
Thy public Feastings, and proud Equipage--
All prove what graceless hopes Thy heart engage!
What sensual objects all Thy Soul absorb,
And bind Thy Spirit to this earthly Orb!
Each Passion stir, and stimulate each Lust,
To grasp at emptiness and grapple dust!
Urge on Thy Might, and agitate Thy Mind,
To pounce at shadows, and pursue the wind!
Inflame Affections--whip and spur Thy Will,
For things that ne'er can satisfy, or fill!
Which fetter judgment--rivet Reason's pow'rs,
To what Time terminates, or Death devours!
What Understanding's purest light pervert,
To grope in darkness--grovel in the dirt!
Draw down Ambition from substantial views,
To hunt for empty forms, and fading hues!
Solicit Fancy from celestial flights,
To wander o'er the World for frail delights
And crowd Imagination's rooms, immense,
With what relates alone to Time and Sense!
Faith, still deluded with lov'd Nature's Lies,
And Hope, still eying Earth's deceptive Toys;
Where Charity some cheating trifle spends,
While Folly frustrates Ostentation's ends!",2013-06-04 15:23:45 UTC,"""Solicit Fancy from celestial flights, / To wander o'er the World for frail delights / And crowd Imagination's rooms, immense, / With what relates alone to Time and Sense!""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"",Flights of Fancy,2013-06-04,Rooms,"•I've included thrice: Crowd, Rooms, Birds
• Reviewed 2009-07-31","Searching ""imagination"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16311,6163
"That none might Momus' wish'd-for window need,
Instinct's heav'n-taught the secret Soul to read--
In tone, and turn, of human voice, to note,
How passions operate, and feelings float--
But, chief, by penetrating vision view
Each devious veering's trace, and motive true--
All changeful features obviously behold,
Enkindling love, or turning kindness cold.
Not needing precepts, or experience, ripe,
To sift hid sense, and spell each printed type;
For untaught Infants, and fond Nature's Fools,
Require no lecturing in learn'd classic Schools,
But, by pure intuition, promptly feel,
What clearly indicates their woe, or weal.
Ev'n dull domestic Animals perceive
What philosophic Dunces disbelieve.
Untutor'd Cats, instinctively, descry
Both love and hatred by the ear and eye;
While Dogs, what learned Doctors ne'er could teach,
Distinguish, aptly, all the powr's of speech--
And tho' debarr'd from Tutors, and from Books,
Still understood clear languages of looks.
Tho' schools no stated principles instil,
They watch each meaning of their Master's will.
And, from a smiling smirk--or vengeful voice,
Perceive just cause to tremble, or rejoice.",2018-06-18 15:18:44 UTC,"""That none might Momus' wish'd-for window need, / Instinct's heav'n-taught the secret Soul to read-- / In tone, and turn, of human voice, to note, / How passions operate, and feelings float.""",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"",Momus Glass,,"","","Searching ""soul"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16318,6163