work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5973,"",HDIS,2003-12-17 00:00:00 UTC,"In gulfs of aweful night we find
The God of our desires;
'Tis there he stamps the yielding mind,
And doubles all its fires.
(ll. 9-12, p. 104)",,15883,"",The mind's fires may be doubled,"",2009-09-14 19:44:59 UTC,""
5975,Ruling Passion,"Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Restoration and C18)",2004-05-18 00:00:00 UTC," DEAR madam, hear a suppliant's pray'r,
And on our bard your censure spare,
Whase bluntness slights ilk trivial care
Of mock decorum:
Since for a bard its unko rare
To look before him.
With joy to praise, with freedom blame,
To ca' folk by their Christian name,
To speak his mind, but fear or shame,
Was at his fashion:
But virtue his eternal flame,
His ruling passion.
This by-past time, as fame reports,
The author's Muse was out of sorts,
And in some freak, perhaps in dorts,
Or ablins spleen:
She paid her visists at the shorts,
An' lang between.
",,15885,•I've included twice: once in Government and once in Uncategorized
•Published in Elizabeth Scot's Alonzo and Cora (1801),"Virtue may be a man's ""eternal flame"" or ""ruling passion""","",2009-09-14 19:44:59 UTC,I've included the entire poem
5994,"",HDIS,2003-12-30 00:00:00 UTC,"""Go, go, my lambs, untended homeward fare;
My thoughts are all now due to other care.
All this I kept in leaves of laurel-rind
Enfolded safe, and for thy view design'd,
This, and a gift from Manso's hand beside,
(Manso, not least his native city's pride,)
Two cups, that radiant as their giver shone,
Adorn'd by sculpture with a double zone.
The spring was graven there; here slowly wind
The Red-sea shores with groves of spices lined;
Her plumes of various hues amid the boughs
The sacred, solitary Phoenix shows,
And watchful of the dawn, reverts her head,
To see Aurora leave her watery bed.--
In other part, the expansive vault above,
And there too, even there, the god of love;
With quiver arm'd he mounts, his torch displays
A vivid light, his gem-tipt arrows blaze,
Around his bright and fiery eyes he rolls,
Nor aims at vulgar minds, or little souls,
Nor deigns one look below, but aiming high
Sends every arrow to the lofty sky;
Hence forms divine, and minds immortal, learn
The power of Cupid, and enamour'd burn.
(ll. 254-77, pp. 163-4)",,15929,"•From Cowper's Translations of Milton, 1791-2. First printed in Hayley's The Life, and Posthumous Writings, William Cowper, Esqr., 3 vols. ,1803-4.
","Minds immortal may learn the ""power of Cupid"" and ""enamour'd burn""","",2009-09-14 19:45:06 UTC,""
6064,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"When Churchill enter'd on the critic war,
With thunder clothing his loud-crushing car;
Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart,
And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart;
With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd;
And, on his burnish'd armour, Genius beam'd:
Meanwhile, th' illumin'd spirit, from her throne
Beheld his course, and ""mark'd him for her own.""",,16062,"","""Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart, / And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart; / With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd.""",Metal,2013-10-12 03:43:24 UTC,""
6141,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Who founds his faith on Revelation's base
Must hold, that all of Adam's sinful race
Inherit death from their delinquent sire:
Yet still may christian Charity aspire,
To nurse a modest hope that those who lie
Uncherish'd by the Day-spring from on high
May still be blest, ev'n though a tenfold shade
Of Pagan darkness now involves their head;
And only those, the obstinately blind,
Will meet the doom intail'd on lost mankind.
Hence the same Charity, heart-cheering guest,
That burnt, with fervent flame, in Dryden's breast,
Inspirits mine; that Charity, which Paul
Says ""hopeth all things, and believeth all,""
But this is not reveal'd: what is alone
The true believer dares to call his own.
More he may hope, and he that hopes the most,
Though haply by some waves of error tost,
Will steer his Christian bark from quicksands free,
Whose helm is Faith, whose sail is Charity.",,16196,•I've included twice: Guest and Flame,"""Hence the same Charity, heart-cheering guest, / That burnt, with fervent flame, in Dryden's breast, / Inspirits mine""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:46:01 UTC,""
6156,"",HDIS,2003-11-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Sailors to tell of winds and seas delight,
The shepherd of his flocks, the soldier of the fight;
A milder warfare I in verse display;
Each in his proper art should waste the day.
Nor thou my gentle calling disapprove:
To die is glorious in the bed of love.
Happy the youth, and not unknown to fame,
Whose heart has never felt a second flame.
Oh, might that envied happiness be mine!
To Cynthia all my wishes I confine;
Or if, alas! it be my fate to try
Another love, the quicker let me die.
But she, the mistress of my faithful breast,
Has oft the charms of constancy confessed,
Condemns her fickle sex's fond mistake,
And hates the tale of Troy for Helen's sake.
Me from myself the soft enchantress stole:
Ah! let her ever my desires control.
(ll. 59-76, pp. 45-6)",,16220,"",The heart may never feel a second flame,"",2009-09-14 19:46:05 UTC,""
6193,"",HDIS,2003-09-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Petrarch, outstepping from the shady green,
Starts at the sight of Laura; nor can wean
His eyes from her sweet face. Most happy they!
For over them was seen a free display
Of out-spread wings, and from between them shone
The face of Poesy: from off her throne
She overlook'd things that I scarce could tell.
The very sense of where I was might well
Keep Sleep aloof: but more than that there came
Thought after thought to nourish up the flame
Within my breast; so that the morning light
Surprised me even from a sleepless night;
And up I rose refresh'd, and glad, and gay,
Resolving to begin that very day
These lines; and howsoever they be done,
I leave them as a father does his son.
(ll.389-404, p. 47)",,16374,"•See previous entries culled from ""Sleep and Poetry."" I should reread the poem. ","Thoughts may ""nourish up the flame / Within [the] breast""","",2009-09-14 19:46:41 UTC,Last stanza
6456,"",Reading in Perkins. Text from HDIS.,2008-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet must I think less wildly:--I have thought
Too long and darkly, till my brain became,
In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought,
A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame:
And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame,
My springs of life were poisoned. 'Tis too late:
Yet am I changed; though still enough the same
In strength to bear what Time can not abate,
And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate.
(pp. 864-5, ll. 55-63)",,17153,I've included twice: Boiling and Flame,"""Yet must I think less wildly:--I have thought / Too long and darkly, till my brain became, / In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, / A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:14 UTC,Stanza 7
6456,"",Reading in Perkins. Text from HDIS,2008-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Something too much of this:--but now 'tis past,
And the spell closes with its silent seal--
Long absent Harold re-appears at last;
He of the breast which fain no more would feel,
Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne'er heal;
Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him
In soul and aspect as in age: years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
(p. 865, ll. 64-72)",2008-05-27,17155,"","""[Y]ears steal / Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:14 UTC,Stanza 8
6456,"",Reading in Perkins. Text from HDIS,2008-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"But Quiet to quick bosoms is a Hell,
And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire
And motion of the Soul which will not dwell
In its own narrow being, but aspire
Beyond the fitting medium of desire;
And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore,
Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire
Of aught but rest; a fever at the core,
Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
(p. 868, ll. 370-8)",,17158,"","""[T]here is a fire / And motion of the Soul which will not dwell / In its own narrow being, but aspire / Beyond the fitting medium of desire; / And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:15 UTC,Stanza 42